Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Frozen Lions

Well, it wasn't much of a storm so maybe March came in more like a kitty cat.

Still, the pond (filled to the brim from a day of drenching rains) froze over and the rocks were blanketed by a coat of the fluffy stuff. I love all the colors in the rippled, icy reflections.



And yes, it's a brilliantly sunny blue day. I love Nevada!

Monday, March 02, 2009

Canine Tic Tac Toe

Dog Biscuits!



Flavored with cheddar cheese. Kharma and Zelda prefer to eat them rather than play games.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Birthday Girl

Some people are just nice. Through-and-through nice. Kind and loving and sweet and funny and talented. And I'm lucky enough to be related to a wonderful sister-in-law who's all that and more.

Happy Birthday! Wishing you birthday cake with lots of taste and no calories. Presents that leave you smiling. Family hugs and kisses.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Goodbye, 2008

Puppies, remodeling, fence rebuilding, wide open spaces, friends, family, travel.

I had more photos to include especially JR's trips, I blew a few transitions there at the end and I wanted to add music to provide some ambiance as we looked back over our year. This will just have to do. I plan to be more organized NEXT year, which is almost here!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Snow in the Forecast

Note to self: look up the weather forecast in Labrador.

JR has had some cool and rainy weather, but it actually vacillated between snow and sleet today. Apparently helicopters work well in the weather, but get grounded when the winds blow upwards of thirty knots? mph? kph?

Whatever.

In other news, the fishing is brilliant there and he was able to acquire and cook some fresh cod. My experience in cod lies entirely with fish sticks dipped in catsup as a Friday staple--which means I totally abhor cod in any way, shape or form. He enjoyed his fish dinner and I'm glad I'm several thousand miles away.

I'm delighted that they have solved their eating dilemna. They return from the field around five each afternoon, however eating establishments and grocery stores close around 6 p.m. (or earlier if business is slow). I'm all in favor of closing up early and going home to the family and a nice dinner, but it's inconvenient for them after a long day in the field. I think they'll find that cooking for themselves actually saves them time and tastes better than the golden arches.

Lunch is totally easy since they are happy taking a sandwich and some crackers with them. Also, blueberry bushes grow as low as grass there and blueberries lie about for the taking and munching upon. Now that I could get jealous about, especially since I just paid seven dollars at Costco for a nice little bunch of them. I'd rather eat blueberries than chocolate!

Well, off to Google his location and find out about extended weather forecasts and other Canadian trivia.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Ike Goes North

Guess Canada is getting some wind, rain and cooler temperatures. I've managed to miss JR's last two nightly calls so I plan to sit on the phone tomorrow evening until it rings.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Whirly Birds

What I know about Labrador:

  • The mosquito season is apparently over.
  • Their days are longer than ours.
  • There is as much water as land, therefore helicopters will be his preferred mode of travel for the next three weeks.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

O Canada

You just can't keep a good man home. Yep, JR's off again. This time he's only four hours ahead of us and in the same hemisphere.

The bad news: sitting on the tarmac in New York for three hours before the pilot figured out he was in the wrong line. And missing his connecting flight.

The good news: getting to stay in a house while doing field work. With beds that are long enough. And bathrooms featuring hot and cold running water.

Yet to discover: how many mosquitos are still around. if the heating works. food poisoning or no food poisoning.

He's opting for no, if possible.

I just hope he doesn't come home saying "eh?" at the end of every sentence.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Joe Blow and the Quarter Century

Somebody had a birthday! We celebrated with a dinner at Grammy's house--Erkie-Pie requested her special lamb and potatoes. Yum!
He asked for a bike pump--it's called Joe Blow. I thought it was a cute name although I still couldn't ever remember the brand when I tried to tell Grammy what he wanted. It fits both kinds of bike stems and has an attachment for blowing up rafts and tubes. It's so heavy duty that it'll last forever.


Shopping was easy because he posted a wish list on Amazon--ideas galore. This scale will not only tell him how much he weighs, but also how much body fat he has and if he's well-hydrated. I'm afraid to step on it--ignorance is bliss when it comes to my percent body fat. His smile says he's gonna get me on it anyway. Evil child.


Of course, he asked for some science fiction and fantasy books too. Poor guy, it's in his genes and he can't help it. (He's even named after a sci fi character.) There's no escape.


Memories of birthday parties with watermelons, cakes with little trains, special presents, birthday cash. Seems like just yesterday he went out this door on his way to kindergarten. How'd he ever get so big so quickly?!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Panic

I feel like summer is almost over and I haven't accomplished a tenth of the things I wanted to before school starts again.

Last year carpal tunnel gave me a good excuse to do nothing, but I actually got a lot done because I was too dumb to realize my wrists had a problem. This summer I could feel my wrists regaining strength as I heaved rocks into new landscape and hauled railroad ties out of the way.

I think that I was too ambitious this summer. Re-landscaping the backyard and adding a stream and pond and stripping furniture and either walking or biking with friends daily and leaving town for three weeks and trying to survive endless hot days with no air conditioning and trying to revamp the irrigation system and make new curtains for the family room might have been more of a challenge than I was up for.

I've lowered my sights. So today I managed to plant one rose bush. Yep, one whole rose! It meant working in the heat and taking hose showers to stay cool; it meant removing old used-up soil and mixing the new humus with the compost; it meant finding roots that had to be cut out before the rose went in. But it got done. It's the first thing I've planted since the fence went back up!

Tomorrow's sights are set on maneuvering two more railroad ties back in place and moving some good soil in the raised bed. I've got a few other holes in process; they need to be deeper and root-free, but they're started. I have a feeling that the men in my life might be doing some grunt work for me this weekend.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Kharma's Dream Vacation

This is Quincy (now four months old) and his mom. Isn't he gorgeous? He's a very very very blond golden retriever pup. We call him The Polar Bear. They invited us--"us" being the K-dog and I--up to their lake cabin. It's become a much-loved summer tradition.

It's Kharma's favorite place. She enjoys swimming around the dock, chasing the ducks, geese and seagulls that hang around. She loves swimming as much as any kid and will spend as much time in the lake as allowed. Conservatively, she probably spent six hours in the water. She's currently very clean!
Quincy's mom gave her a new nickname--Air Kharma--because she pogos off the dock to get onto the beach. Any normal dog would use the ramp. Doesn't Air Kharma sound like a great name for an airline? Just imagine the commercials--"Fly Air Kharma and get your just desserts"--showing a girl and her dog lolling on a tropical beach. Okay, maybe I'm a little old for the girl designation, it's a granite shore, and Kharma's legs are filthy--but the delight and relaxation were primo.


Kharma's never been in a kayak before; I wish I had some photos of our struggles.

  • Plan A was just have her jump in with me;
  • Plan B was just to get her to sit;
  • Plan C was to let her jump overboard and swim;
  • Plan D was hauling her out of the lake and letting her stand on the kayak's stern;
  • Plan E was letting her walk all over the kayak's deck until she fell off;
  • Plan F was to give up and put her in her crate;
  • Plan G was to give up kayaking and return to a howling dog;
  • Plan H is to have her get completely comfortable jumping in and out of and sitting in the kayak on shore before repeating the same steps in the shallows before ever letting her in with me again.

Sigh, I should have taken it slowly from the beginning but I'm determined to succeed in getting her on-board and calm!

The K-dog was much happier hiking around the lake--pushing through ferns, leaping creeks, dashing down into the lake, meeting other vacationing pups, keeping our beach free from marauding ducks, playing with Quincy and occasionally checking to see if I was napping or awake.

I had a very pooped puppy dog; she napped in her crate during the two hour trip and nothing, but nothing, that Zelda did could get her to play when we got home.

As usual, Kharma has let me know that if Quincy's mom wants to adopt another dog she'll happily change homes. (No worries, it's just her way of telling me she had a good time.) She'll have to settle for me, the frisbee in the pasture and hikes up the creek until next summer rolls around and another trip to the lake is on the calendar!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Just Great

I was thinking about the new little guy and reminiscing about how cute his mom was when she was little. And then it hit me--I'm a Great-Aunt! Then it occurred to me that I'm a Great-Aunt four times over.

Boy, am I slow! My apologies to all my great-nephews for my very tardy brain.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Newbie

We have a new family member as of yesterday morning! We're pretty excited--but after the three days of contractions needed to push out her 9 lb. 4 oz son I'm sure our niece is ecstatic as well as exhausted. Ouch!

Equally momentous, somebody became The Big Brother. That's an important job for a four-and-a-half year old but Jay will do it beautifully!

On our family birthdays the Queen Mother always tells us about our birth day--I get to hear about the fog, my sister gets to hear about her red rash and I'm sure my brother has a yearly story as well.

This little guy will get to hear about how Big Brother Jay cut the umbilical cord with Dad, Gramma and Grampa all in attendance. How different is that from the "old days" when fathers-to-be paced the waiting room alone!?!

Welcome, little fisherman! May you always catch your limit. And if you get tired of the ocean, we have some nice mountains and a big lake here for you to explore.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Pure Magic

For all of us dog-lovers!

In other news, JR's home from the boonies, seems to be over the food poisoning and is readjusting his internal clock. He's so busy finalizing his report that we haven't even seen his photos yet!

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Slightly Out of Touch

There have been no emails from JR for the past couple days until we received a very crackly phone message yesterday. It took two of us to figure out most of the message. Fortunately he managed to find an internet connection on the road:

Yesterday we drove to Altai to catch the charter flight, which was bringing in the change of crew from UB. But when it got halfway, they reported iced up wings, so were obliged to turn back. So we had to stay in Altai an unexpected night; terrible hotel conditions, but at least there was a toilet down the hall. Meanwhile, around lunchtime when we were still awaiting the plane that wouldn’t come at the airport, I started getting chilly. Didn’t think much about it until we reached Altai, but when we were finally arrived at a camp we thought we could stay for the night, I was freezing, and then became nauseous. I did finally vomit, which is rare for me, so I knew something was wrong. I then became feverish and still could not get warm. Luckily we had the camp doctor with us and he advised it might be food poisoning, so gave me some things to settle it. He decided it was best to get me to a hotel in town since the camp gers are not heated, and it was obviously going to get cold (freezing) and typically they give you nothing more for bed clothes than a sheet and light blanket. So we searched Altai for a motel room. When we had just about run out of options for motels, we learned by phone the rest of our crew had returned to town and found a hotel, so we joined them, and shared 3 rooms between the lot of us (14). I ate almost nothing for 30 hours. Finally, the plane arrived around noon today, we exchanged greetings with the new crew, and loaded up the prop for the 3 ½ hour flight to UB. But first we had to weigh in; the pilot, a very friendly lady with English accent, asked us each our weight in kilos and then weighed our bags, and naturally we were overweight. The doctor volunteered to remain in Altai as most of the rest of us had international connections to make and he is Mongolian; but besides, he grew up in Altai, so hopefully it is no hardship for him to remain there an extra night. We landed in UB about 5pm today, and went to eat at an Indian restaurant. The food was very good, mild but nicely flavored, but I could eat little since my stomach is still tender. Hopefully I will recover better tonight. It was absolute luxury to have a warm shower, especially after having been sick and sweating in the same clothes.

Don’t know if I am up to it, but the others want to get up to watch the final football match at 3:00am. I would like to but, probably need my rest, even if I will be mostly sleeping long hours on the remaining flights. Hopefully the trials are mostly behind us, but we were counting on a day in the UB office to do some clean-up work, so are now further behind. Guess we will have to collaborate on the flight. Time is running by, so wish us well on our connections so we return on schedule. Guess that it about all for now. I’m glad this hotel in UB is modern enough to have wireless connection! See you soon.


We are hoping he has a smooth flight and flawless connections on his trip back home. We can't wait to see his photos.

Friday, June 27, 2008

Golden


A post that's not about Mongolia, imagine that!

I admit Oregon is somewhat less remote, but it has better food. There are trade-offs in life and it was strawberry season (yum!) when the Queen Mother and I were there to help the birthday girl celebrate her special day.

Birthday Girl activities included
  • the obligatory parade of presents throughout the day
  • making a wish when blowing out her candles
  • reading birthday cards from friends and family
  • picking strawberries (we ate as many as we picked)
  • visiting Hughes Water Gardens (fabulous plants, incredible waterlilies, huge koi)
  • strolling the International Rose Test Gardens (filled the memory card on my digital with all my favorites)
  • and dinner at Macaroni Grill to end a splendiferous day.

Did you know tropical water lilies come in blues and purples?

We also snuck in a trip to Fort Clatsop (conveniently located close to my dear SIL and BIL) on Tigger's first day of summer vacation. We had sun the entire day and Tigger got to try out his throwing arm on Calvin who will retrieve his tennis ball till H-E-double toothpicks freezes over.

Throw in some yardwork and visits to the local nurseries, lots of yummy food and perfect company...what more could we have asked?!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night

Summer is just not cooperating out there on the plains. The summer solstice was a bust:

Early this morning it started to rain, and it continued steadily all day, and blew as well, so was really cold. We decided to make it an office data catch-up day, which we needed anyway, and had really planned for such a rain out. But I did not expect it to rain the entire day. Finally just quit after dinner time, and we could see the mountains covered by a dusting of snow; this is how summer begins here? Since it is so damp, and will be very cold tonight, we finally asked the camp manager to install a stove pipe, so he did, and then lit the stove, and the ger warmed up right away, so maybe we will be comfortable tonight. Expect to spend a solid day in the field tomorrow, so imagine it will be cold and damp. Lucky the rain began early today, or we would have gone out and have been stuck in steady rain all day, as we are now working far from camp and get a driver to take us out and pick us up. So it worked out all around. Just have to hope we won’t have more days like this.

The night was cold despite the fact we had the stove; after the wood burned (too quickly), the ger cooled off fast, and of course the wind was howling all night, so it was difficult to get up in the morning. It was gray and threatening when we did, and the wind was still severe when we headed out but at least it wasn’t raining. We took rain gear, anyway, and by noon the clouds were parting and the afternoon was comfortable, even though there was still some wind, so we had a good field day. We timed everything just right taking our office day yesterday and getting back out today.


Inquiring minds wanted to know about toilet facilities (because inquiring minds belong to campers/backpackers and know how you need a shower the most when you can't take one):
We have an “ablution block” as K calls it, with a number of separate rooms with showers and toilets; one of those is reserved for us, meaning the project supervisors. The shower usually runs cold water only, so showering in the evening is a real chore, just let water dribble, hoping the body warms it up as it trickles down. Tonight, however, I could get nothing but scalding hot water, so I had to resort to the same technique of turning the water on and off and using a minimum at a time. The toilets are not great, but at least they are toilets and do have a flushing mechanism (button on top of tank to release the tank water), and work OK.
Let's head away from the head and onto the dining room:

A more serious problem we realized yesterday is that they ran out of bottled water. This is used for all drinking, mixing with tea and coffee, etc. Luckily we still had a few left over bottles for use in the field. So camp was without drinking water for 24 hours until someone drove back today to buy more cases. I hear that a truck load of supplies is on its way, but will probably be here tomorrow. It looks like they are also running out of some food items, so hope this will replenish all of those needs.

Tonight for dinner, us non-Mongolians actually got a small dab of vegetables, a “salad” composed of carrot pieces, pickles and red peppers. The rest of the plate of course had various items composed of meat. I had tea, about the only drinking option, but I’m not asking where the water came from; at least I know it was boiled. As for the apricots, I took a bunch of dried ones I had at home, so they have been useful; I have been spare with them, so still have some and some of the nut mix from Grammy.

They have a strange thin rubbery mushroom? item which we had for dinner both tonight and last night, and it was actually good. It’s dark brown to black, ruffly and thin, and looks kind of like some exotic pasta, but doesn’t taste much like mushroom.


All I can say is, What have you done with my husband? You know, the one who hates mushrooms and piles them up on my plate when we go out to eat, where'd he go?

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Could I have a litte fat with that grease?

The latest:

I am totally burned out on eating eggs. They want to feed us eggs for breakfast and every bag lunch packed for us contains two sandwiches both of which are fatty bologna and fried egg between two slices of bread and then covered by another slice of bologna plus another fried egg. Everything is greasy. I am just asking for specifics now; at least they have oranges. Otherwise, not much fruit, so am glad for the dried apricots I took and for the nuts & dried fruit mix Grammy gave me. Dinners are mostly just a carbohydrate plus meat; usually noodles or dumpling type covering, often again fried or cooked in oil. Occasionally get some potatoes parts, sliced onions, and red peppers, so those are welcome. Not usually much to drink other than water or coffee, sometimes they give us a can of Coke, even for the field, which is really weird. I wish they would put out the fruit juice more often like they sometimes have in the mornings. Anyway, there is plenty of food, if it’s not completely balanced, so we will fare OK.
A change in diet has to be the hardest thing to adapt to when you're travelling. This may be one reason I don't yearn to travel--if I don't have cereal and milk every morning, stay away from me for the rest of the day. He's had beef for breakfast, lunch and dinner when in South America. On the other hand, Turkey had an abundance of fruits and vegetables so that was an easy trip.

I suspect that with an active lifestyle and fairly cool temperatures, the locals probably use up those fats and proteins efficiently. Just a guess. JR's doing the same thing; he just misses home cooking. Guess we'll be stocking up on loads of ripe juicy fruits and crispy veggies at the Farmer's Market when he's back.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Forecast: Cold and Windy

As summer progresses and June has been getting warmer and warmer, I've neglected to check the weather forecasts for Mongolia. Here's the latest from our correspondent in the field:

Last night was freezing and lots of us had a hard time. Today it was clear, though, and warmed up, so hope tonight will be better. Although the gers have wood stoves in the center, we still don’t have a stove pipe in our ger, so can’t get heat even if we want it.

Let's see, that was Saturday. The weather didn't improve much for Sunday:

The wind was ferocious in the field today, and now it is blowing again, bringing some rain. John and I may stay in during the morning to catch up on all the mapping.


They have had plenty of good days in the field and got to experience some up-close-and-personal:

On the way after lunch, we traveled through an area where a pastoral family lives where JS and I had previously avoided since we knew we would be asked questions and couldn’t respond. But the Mongolian in our group translated, and as per tradition, we were invited into their ger and asked to eat; it is considered more than rude to refuse such hospitality, and in fact when passing by, you are expected to drop in. So we all crowded into their ger and sat as they served up milk tea (goat & sheep mixed), then brought on a platter of biscuits, hard cheese, and a huge tub of “yogurt”. We all drank the milk tea, but only JS and I tried the “yogurt”; we still aren’t sure what it is but it is rather bitter, so they sprinkle sugar over it. I’m hoping that I don’t get sick from the unusual food and possibly unsanitary utensils, but it looked like they kept a reasonably clean ger. All of this is a show of wealth. Apparently the herders are doing better these days since the price of cashmere is high. We still see a lot of dead goats in the field, however. This family looked to have 200-300 goats plus sheep, so are considered well off. They actually have a small TV and solar panel. We couldn’t communicate much, but apparently this family was suitably amused by our outlandish attire and inability to speak a word of their tongue. They commented that they had been seeing JS and I in the field on previous days, so it was good that we introduced ourselves.

I'm expecting JR to come back and instruct us in how to say please, thank you and hello in Mongolian although he probably won't be able to write them out in Cyrillic. And I admit it, I'm totally jealous. I'd probably just settle in with them, eat yogurt and talk about lambie pies (and I'm betting they do have a stovepipe and a warm ger). Maybe I could talk them into a ride on those little Mongolian ponies too.

Meanwhile although he's so busy that some days he just says hi, he's apparently counting the days:
I have no idea what day it is since we are always working and Mongolian time differs from Pacific time. We figure we have hit the 10th day of work here, so that means we are half done, so guess we are about on schedule as we will need some days to finalize.
That's all for now. It's so nice to have an adventure on the other side of the world and still be able to "talk" daily.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Meteorology

Guess JR's been having plenty of weather. It sounds rather like the summer monsoons that our southwest gets. So he gets a full day of work done and they are usually back (or near) camp before they hit. Other than that, he's been busy and hasn't emailed more than a line or two.