November 19, 2018

LIKE A WEDDING CAKE


  The first smoke filled day, we decided to go to Shelter Island to watch the star and her flotilla head out to sea.  This second day, I let George decide where he wanted to go to see the star go out.  He chose the top of the point….and off we went.
           

>(Ignoring the small boats,) L to R, The Star of India, The San Salvador, the tug, the America, and the Californian.
           

Heading out, the San Salvador.



There were few boats with the Star as she left the bay yesterday morning.  As she returned home, crowds gathered both on the bay and on the water.  It was a heartening thing to see.  I told G that from a distance, she looked like a wedding cake with frosting flowers gathered on top.


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  • Himself:  At work at 0530.  Bosses gone to HI, and G has his follow-up appointment at 1400.  This way he only has to take a few hours sick time.  It’s tender but improving every day.
  • Myself:  Sore all over from all the traipsing we have been doing.  Pleased with G’s improvement. Being a Hausfrau today….laundry, dishes, that sort of thing.
  • Reading:  Old Cruise ship books.
  • Gratitude’s:  We are having thanksgiving dinner with Pam, Poolies special friend, and it will be a sad but good meal.





November 18, 2018

A SMOKY SAIL


The air was almost opaque, filled with smoke from the fires up north.  She's the last iron hulled sailing ship that actually sails.  Despite the smoke, we took pictures anyway.  Today we are going up the point to see if we can get better images from that angle.






November 17, 2018

THE STAR SAILS

The Star of India being towed out in 2009. Photographed from the top of the Point.
           
She hasn’t sailed in five years.  This year, on her 155th Birthday, the Star of India sails again.

We will drive down to Shelter Island to get a few good pictures.  Then off to the big book sale, breakfast out, dinner shopping, and a nap.  A simple but busy day.  He’s staying home from the several meetings and the museum…tho he could have used my scooter. 

We joke, “It’s only leaking a little.” 

“Mine too,’ I say.


November 16, 2018

WE'RE BACK

           
·       He’s feeling pretty good.  Progress.  Yes, he can drive an automatic, and Myrtle the Toyota is one.  He got tickets to the new Harry Potter film, so in half an hour we are out of here.
·       Bobbie says she is fine.  Who am I to quibble.
·       My leg isn’t healing which tells me that the blood flow to that leg is diminished.  Yes, we are both taking great care of ourselves.  Today was my first day back in the pool.  It was glorious.
·       I chose that picture because he is heartily laughing.  I like that.

November 12, 2018

FIRE 2 + UPDATE


Map: CAL Fire, via ABC10
           
·       I haven’t heard from my Friend Bobbie this morning.  She has hundreds of friends waiting for a call or message.  The list of notes on her Facebook site is growing.  She lives right in the middle of that map.
·       My friend Katy, who lives in Comptche CA writes, and I post with permission:
·       “How to help make sure you survive when you live in a rural area tips…#! Is your house number clearly marked on your access road to you property so fireman can find you? #2 can a fire truck drive down your driveway and TURN AROUND…if it can’t you need to widen out your driveway and parking area #3 if you have a water tank or water storage make sure a fire engine can hook into it…this usually involves an stanchion and a chain holding an adapter of some kind so the fire truck can suck up the tank’s water…all three of these ideas help firefighters defend your home…
·       Katy again: Hi there…when I DID think we were going to loose the house in a wildfire I took photo albums, cash, computer and a good bottle of Scotch…what I forgot was my paper address book (it’s not on computer) My car was loaded and ready to exit, but off to the side of the road so fire trucks could access the road…they did moments later. Daughter got home, loaded her stuff and the family photos in the hallway and her dad’s white Birkenstock work shoes for his nursing job…a uniform could be replaced, white Birk’s would have been harder. We’re assembling a 3 day  emergency supplies barrel (30 gallon) ex-olive container…water filter, food, blankets, radio/flashlights/batteries, food enough to carry a family 3 days after an earthquake sheltering in place. We’re also turning the church basement into a 30 person shelter with generator, food, water, fuel, radios, first aid supplies while organizing the community. Our daughter is in charge of the phone tree for east Comptche Valley and has a radio to communicate with the fire department. County sheriff told the community to figure on 2 weeks before we’d get outside help. Luckily we have doctors and health professionals who live here. Given wildfires I’m inclined to have my cash in a glass jar buried in the yard as having it in a barrel that could melt would be no good. When Tassajara Hot Springs above Carmel thought they were going to loose everything in a fire they wrapped up all their sacred texts and dug a hole in their biggest lawn and buried everything there underground…luckily they stopped their fire too…Katy
·       Two stories from the back country of California thanks to Katy.
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Nov. 13:
Bobbie is still home now with Calabasas and Hidden Hills being evacuated.  I love her, but she doesn't remember we are all out here worrying about her.  101 has reopened but the road through Topanga is still closed.  
George is ignoring his empty stomach by playing computer games.  I need to feed me before we head to surgery.  It's going to be an interesting day.
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  • Himself:  His queue looks really good today.  Tomorrow he is off work, and probably will take a few more sick days too.  He’s to get up every 45 minutes, walk, and do leg lifts and ankle exercises.
  • Myself:  Today: Laundry, cleaning, bank, grocery shopping for what I can carry up the stairs to feed him.
  • Reading:  Nothing.  The ugliness of the last book put me on hold.
  • Gratitude’s:  The heater.  It was 40 outside this morning.



November 11, 2018

VETERANS DAY


           
I thought for a few moments that the fire might reach Bobbies home.  No, it is now burning five miles from her home where they stopped it.  The fire itself is only 10% contained and part of that containment is just down Topanga Canyon. 

This morning, we are going to stop by Dale’s grave and that of George's parents.  Dust them off a little.  Later we are going to get his hair cut…all of it.  I’ve talked with both kids, who love Bobbie, and talked with Bobbie too.  The day is beautiful here, and we are off to enjoy it.

November 10, 2018

FIRES

 
           
This is the CAL Fire map, here, of the 9 am fire perimeters for the LA fire.  My friend Bobbie lives just out of the purple area to the right of that beige road from the 101 to the sea.  She tells me that they are ready to evacuate if they have to.  The biggest problem is that her next show is all crated and ready to go in the garage.   All I can hope is that she calls someone to come and pick it up today.

She lives high in the mountains on a dead end street.  Years ago, I suggested she keep an emergency kit near the front door in case of fires.  She thanked me yesterday.  If they were told to evacuate she had one more thing to grab, and Geoff was bringing two guitars and his computer. 

I often wondered what I would do in a situation like this.  George, of course.  Then bottom line, I would save the family pictures.  They are all scanned up and backed up on two computers.  If I could save meds, clothes, jewelry, and some of the family paintings, I would do that too.

What would you do if you were told to evacuate?  What would you save?



LIKE A WEDDING CAKE

   The first smoke filled day, we decided to go to Shelter Island to watch the star and her flotilla head out to sea.   This second da...