It’s Rent Free and provides Woodland Relief
Mind you this is every week! I keep offering to do more.
Free landscape revisions are a yearly joy! Life is GRAND!
Inside the House.
I didn’t even open the door to my date, so why now? I guess it was the gift of her blanket. Linus Pauling is my hero, so I plopped a picture of him above the stove to provide daily illumination. Alan Chadwick was also one of my giants. Sadly I never took a picture of him or the Garden he constructed at U.C.S.C. That would be my first rock wall building experience. My last year at the University in 1971. This article brought back some memories – not all good. He was opinionated and cajoled and berated as much as he taught and counseled.. That said, it is sad to see what has happened to the garden and even the rock walls we had struggled to build.
Think about it. Who does more damage? Why is one more precious than the other? Moles have sleek, nice pelts and their skin stretches well for the making of smallish mole bonding drums. Deer are edible. Moles slightly less so. So why trap moles and not the other. People love cats. Cats kill birds, frogs, snakes and seedling flats. Not that I am suggesting or confessing to having owned a feline trap. Just a reminder that all the above are God’s creatures and that he did give us dominion over them.
I guess I will skip my special Chocolate Mole Sauce. Sweet Alyssum from Port Townsend already gave me a sharp edit on this. She runs a restaurant and has already rejected that sharing. Chung He, in this respect even lends me the use of her blender whenever I make my mole shakes. She just asks me to rinse it out afterward. That is fair.
Upstairs is the bedroom. You will note that I have slacked off from my former Monastic ways in that I laid down a rug.
I learned much about Abrahamistic religions while I attended. The flail helped keep my attention on the learning. I finally ran away from them, taking refuge in the fabled Ivory tower of University. I learned much there as well. The former Secretary of Education labeled U.C.S.C as a mongrel cross between a brothel and a hippie commune. I think he meant to insult us.
I ran away once before. I was 16 and decided to get out of Dodge. I ended up working for Volunteers of America. Upon arriving, I was to call to be collected. While I was in the phone booth, someone took off with both of my suitcases. Everything that I owned — except my small backpack. They took me to the Salvation Army and re-outfitted me.
In hindsight I suspect that those two summers gave me the most karmic mileage points than most other things I have ever done. We worked with emotionally and physically abused children and was very good at what I did. I did have one minor difficulty. It was very devout agency and insisted that every counselor give a sermon under their majestic outdoor chapel. Yup, you guessed it – My turn had arrived. In my backpack was a book on Hinduism. I simply inserted it in front of the bible and began reading one especially juicy and warlike part. I also inserted Christian comparable for every Vishnu, Brahma and my ever beloved Siva. I ad-libbed something or other for the Monkey God.
Jim didn’t know this, but his wife has often given me a tidbit extra. Just today, she sent me home with two (BIG) bowls of Seaweed soup. Another favorite recipe of mine.
Many years ago, she trained Rex and me together. Korean women are very frugal. All it cost her extra was a larger bag of treats. She still makes me clean off my toenails before I enter the house. Korean women, are that way. Only one other woman in my life trained me better. Sadly, I have badly lapsed from all those enlightenment’s.
Dedicated to Jim Scharschmidt (C) Herb Senft 2009