Blogging On

I emailed all of you recently, discussing whether I should just switch to email rather than the blog format, due to price increases for my website hosting. Several of you said that would be fine, but I decided to keep using this blog for now.

For one thing, John likes to be able to go back and look up stuff, for example, if he’s trying to remember when we went on a particular trip. And I realized something odd as I preparing to try writing my first email blog post – I was inhibited by the email format!

I felt like in an email I had to have something to say that was somehow practical or useful. Whereas this blog – not so much. For example, I’m considering posting about my blueberry and spinach smoothie, which is not earth shattering news. In fact its level of importance is so very low, it’s practically ridiculous. Which is part of the point of this blog. My initial goal statement I wrote when I started this blog 7 years ago states, “The lighter side of life – staying in touch with friends and family by celebrating the ordinary.”

Then the world got a pandemic and I got cancer and I admit, this blog was not always “celebrating the ordinary”. But writing about blueberry-spinach smoothies is definitely “celebrating the ordinary.” So here we are, and here’s to another year of mostly celebrating the ordinary. Mostly!

I’m hoping to write soon about Callan & Guen’s exciting news, Laura’s new hobby, Emily’s visit last week, my recent Meet-up adventures, my naturalist class, my compassion class, post desert wildflower photos from recent hikes with John, and of course, let’s not forget the blueberry smoothie. 🙂

Meanwhile, here’s an amazing cactus flower from the yard of some new friends of mine:

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U-turn

I almost always do what my calendar tells me to do. But when I was nearly to my flamenco dance class on Tuesday, I made a U-turn and went back home. I realized I didn’t want to go.

I usually push myself to do things, because it’s easier to just stay home and read books. It’s good for me to be out and active. I had been hopeful about flamenco, but my first class, last week, wasn’t how I imagined. I had imagined that the flamenco class would be fun; good music and stomping exercise. What I got was short bits of slower music and careful, exact foot placement and choreography.

It took me until I was nearly there to realize, wait, that class is just not what I am looking for. While making a U-turn to head back home, I saw this sign.

I also almost always do what signs tell me to do, but yes, not only was I accidentally making an illegal u-turn, I was also fiddling with my phone to take this photo while making that illegal U-turn! OMG, don’t tell anyone.

Can you believe, I didn’t even notice the U-turn sign until I was home looking at my pictures! That’s because I was so intent on figuring out (and photographing) the blue sign below it.

These blue signs are all over our major intersections, so I knew that it had originally said, “Say no to handouts, Say yes to helping agencies serving those in need.” We have a lot of panhandlers at the intersections and these signs are the city’s way of discouraging it. However, someone took blue tape and white ink and altered it to say, “Say no to expensive signs” Good point, right? I would love to see our city invest more directly into all those helping agencies (of which, like everywhere, we have far too few and they are far too poorly funded) and less in distracting signs.

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Merlin Bird ID

My Merlin Bird ID phone application is amazing! It’s a free app from The Cornell Lab and it’s the most fun thing I’ve gotten in a long time. It’s the first of three new nature identification phone apps I’ve gotten this year and I’ve been meaning to blog about them because I think you’ll like them too.

The Merlin Bird ID app looks like this:

Here’s an example of a recording I took in February. You can see the sonogram readout on top, corresponding to the bird songs it’s recording.

In my neighborhood there’s often several birds singing at once. It will highlight in yellow the ones it is hearing at that moment.

If a bird is unexpected or rare for that time or place, it will note that too. A red dot means rare and an orange semi-circle means uncommon. That’s to alert you because the app isn’t perfect and might be mistaken. Or, you might want to start looking around and see if you can do a visual confirmation. You might have found something exciting!

One morning, I ran the recording at 9:43am for 2 minutes and 30 seconds and got 7 different kinds of birds!

House Sparrow
Mourning Dove
Lesser Goldfinch
House Finch
Gila Woodpecker
Northern Mockingbird
Ash-throated Flycatcher

Then I stopped the recording because an airplane was flying overhead. I restarted it a couple of minutes later and got most of the above birds again plus three more kinds of birds!

Verdin
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Eurasian Collared-Dove

That’s 10 different birds in 7 minutes! In my own backyard! In February! The number of types of birds in Tucson in the middle of the winter is a really amazing surprise for me. And now I can start to learn what I’m hearing!

I went back out a couple of hours later – in the middle of the day. I didn’t expect much in the middle of the day. But I heard 5 of the same sorts of birds I had heard in the morning, plus a new one: Pine Siskin.

I’ve never heard of a Pine Siskin! Which doesn’t mean much. I don’t know my birds. Before I moved here, I could pretty much only identify an owl and a crow. Speaking of crows, a couple of minutes later I got two more birds!

Common Raven
Anna’s Hummingbird

And a Pine Siskin again! So yes, ok that is apparently a thing. The Anna’s Hummingbird is very common here in the winter, I’ve been getting those every day.

At 2:00 that afternoon I got, in addition to the Lesser Goldfinch and the House Finch:

Red-winged Blackbird
Vermilion Flycatcher
Broad-billed Hummingbird

Then at 6:00 I got a Great Horned Owl. For a total of 17 different kinds of birds in one day! And I didn’t spend hours and hours recording. I just stepped outside between chores a few times, and ran the app for just a couple of minutes at a time. It’s truly amazing.

It’s starting to get addictive. The next morning I ran the app for 3 minutes around 8:30am and got 9 birds.

Nine different kinds of birds in a 3 minute recording!

Mourning Dove
House Sparrow
Lesser Goldfinch
House Finch
Verdin
Northern Mockingbird
Anna’s Hummingbird
Ash-throated Flycatcher
American Robin

Before this app, I enjoyed the sounds of the birds in Tucson in the winter, but I had no idea how many different birds I was hearing.

An hour later I went out for 5 minutes and recorded:

House Sparrow
Lesser Goldfinch
Vermilion Flycatcher
Northern Mockingbird
House Finch
Broad-billed Hummingbird
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Anna’s hummingbird
Verdin

A total of 12 different kinds of birds that morning. There will be others in the afternoon and evening. This app is so addictive!

As far as I can tell, the app doesn’t do a very good job of listing all my observations. I just have to scroll through all my recordings:

I’ve been putting all the birds I’ve heard into a spreadsheet, which rather clunky. Here’s my list so far since January, 40 birds! All of them I heard here in Tucson, and most of them I heard from my own backyard!

Albert’s Towhee
American Pipit
American Robin
Ash-throated Flycatcher
Black-throated Sparrow
Brewer’s Blackbird
Broad-billed Hummingbird
Brown-headed Cowbird
Cactus Wren
Common Raven
Cooper’s Hawk
Costa’s Hummingbird
Curve-billed Thrasher
Eurasion Collared-Dove
Gila Woodpecker
Great Horned Owl
Great-tailed Grackle
House Finch
House Sparrow
Lark Sparrow
Lesser Goldfinch
Lucy’s Warbler
Mourning Dove
Northern Cardinal
Northern Flicker
Northern Mockingbird
Phainopepla
Pine Siskin
Red-winged Blackbird
Rufous-winged Sparrow
Tree Swallow
Verdin
Vermilion Flycatcher
Vesper Sparrow
White-crowned Sparrow
White-throated Sparrow
White-winged Dove
Yellow Warbler
Yellow-rumped Warbler

Ideally, if I was serious, what I want to do is get a different Cornell Lab app called eBird, but I haven’t done that yet. I think it’s for reporting rather than identifying. And I’m just happy that the Merlin app tells me what birds I’m hearing. I’m not actually a serious birder. I’m so lucky to live somewhere with birdsong all winter long!

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Your comments – Verdi’s Requiem

Fast feedback this morning on my Verdi’s Requiem post, which I did not anticipate! Apparently I’m not the only one in the family who loves dramatic music.

Laura sent a “dramatic song” recommendation, Blood//Water by Grandson. Oh yeah, that’s an intense song. I immediately added that to one of my playlists. The internet says it’s, “Alternative rock rap rock alternative hip hop political hip hop trap EDM”. So okay. Is it just me, or are our music genre designations getting dated and splintered to the point of uselessness? It’s a good song though.

Steven sent this interesting note:

Dad often tells the “Boom Boom Record” story – it made an impression on him, too. 

I’m also a big fan of dramatic music, as I’m sure you know, and requiems in particular.  I also got to hear the Verdi Requiem in person at one point – maybe 15 years ago, I don’t quite remember – and it was quite an experience.  I love the whole Dies Irae sequence and also the Libera Me at the end; I feel like there is a very interesting interplay between the threats of judgement and the promises of salvation, and also an connected psychological interplay between the individual person’s pleas for mercy (often represented by the soloist) and the terrifying events happening (sung by the whole choir).  

The Rex Tremendae (part of the Dies Irae) is a good example of that. 

Words are:
Rex tremendae majestatis
Qui salvandos, salvis gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis

Which is to say:
King of dreadful majesty
Who the redeemed freely saves
Save me, fount of pity

The choir thunders “Rex tremendae…” then whispers “Qui salvandos…” then the soloist takes up the “Salva me…” but then the choir interrupts with “Rex tremendae” again, and then they intertwine; the choir proclaiming God’s dreadful majesty at the exact same time that the soloist appeals to that same God’s overflowing pity. 

Obviously Steven knows a lot more about music than I do. Then I got an amazing story from our dad’s half-sister, Susy. Apparently she is not only familiar with Verdi’s Requiem but she actually sang in the chorus once in Bordeaux! Susy wrote:

I just read your Turning 51 post about going to see and hear Verdi’s Requiem. I don’t remember if I told you this, but I was part of the chorus in Bordeaux, France in a performance in early 1972.

A couple of my fellow students (from the University of California Education Abroad Program–100 students from all 9 campuses would be chosen for the France program, then in Bordeaux) decided to join the city chorale group. The score was in Latin, we had a Greek conductor, and the pianist was Russian–everything was said in French!

The pianist was amazing–our introduction to her was the Dies Irae where the chorus is really spectacular and the contra temps with the drums–she played it all on piano. I was mesmerized. SO thrilling in rehearsal. And I especially loved singing the Sanctus, too. We had never heard the soloist parts until our rehearsal.

Finally we were to perform it at the Bordeaux Opera House (the one in Paris is based on this one) with the orchestra and the soloists. We had one full rehearsal before the night of the performance. The chorale was situated on risers behind the orchestra, the sopranos behind the kettle drums.

It was one of the most amazing nights I’ve ever experienced. The adrenaline was just on fire. You cannot imagine the thrill it was to do the Dies Irae with the kettle drums! It gives me goosebumps just remembering it.

I’m so glad you were able to hear a live performance. It truly is a phenomenal piece of music.

All I can say to that is wow!!!! What an experience.

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Verdi’s Requiem

I went with a friend to see the Tucson Symphony Orchestra and Chorus perform Verdi’s Requiem on Sunday. It was amazing. It is a very emotionally intense piece, written by Giuseppe Verdi and first performed in 1874.

I took this photo about half an hour before it started, when most of the musicians were still backstage and the audience was just arriving. They didn’t allow pictures during the performance. We had front row balcony seats.

The program says, “Criticized for being overly dramatic, the Messa de Requiem stays true to Verdi’s operatic nature but did not shy away from older techniques including fugue and counterpoint in the manner of Bach.

I am not sure what the last part of that sentence means, but I can attest that it is loud and dramatic. It required a full orchestra, a large chorus and four visiting soloists!

I’m not very knowledgeable about this kind of music, but I am very familiar with this particular piece because my parent’s had the record when I was a kid. I called it the “boom boom record” as a small child, and I loved it, and would frequently request that they play it for me.

I’ve never heard it performed live before and I was completely entranced by the show. It sounded exactly how I remembered from childhood except in full, real life instead of tinny sounds coming out of a 1960’s era record player. When the first notes filled the hall, I nearly started crying. I had to remind myself, firmly, that I didn’t have any tissue with me, therefore, I couldn’t cry.

It seemed to me the musicians did an excellent job, and my friend, who is far more knowledgeable than I, agreed they had done a great job with the piece. She was very glad I had invited her, and has invited me to go to an opera with her when the season starts back up again. I’ve never been to an opera, so that will be an experience!

Then I came home and bought cheap tickets to an all-women Guns ‘N Roses tribute band. Just so I don’t go getting too highbrow, I guess. And I spent most of yesterday listening to the moodiest of the grunge ever written (Mad Season and Temple of the Dog). Gotta keep it all balanced out.

It has recently been occurring to me that music is about the only thing in life that I like dramatic. Everything else, no drama please.

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Flush it down

Emily sent me this picture. One of her little ones poured a whole bottle of bubble bath out in their upstairs bath and it reappeared in the basement toilet. At least her sewer lines are clean now.

They’re all coming to visit us in two and a half weeks. Whoo-hoo! Good thing we have our new, mega-flush toilet installed in the guest bathroom. I just looked for my earlier post about our new mega-flush toilet in order to link it in that last sentence, and I couldn’t find it. Instead I found a draft version, entitled, “That Shit is Going Down” that I had never published. So if you’ve seen an earlier version of this, sorry for the repeat, but I think this never got published…so here it is:

The first time one of our guests clogged our hall bathroom toilet we figured one of their small children must have flushed something that shouldn’t have been flushed. The second time (some months later) that a guest clogged the guest toilet, there were no children involved. Random chance or do we have a problem here? The third time a guest clogged that toilet I was like, omg, I’m failing as a hostess. I’m not even providing working indoor plumbing!

I mean, the only thing worse than standing in your bathroom willing that shit to go down (“go down, go down, go down – oh no, no, not over the top, nooooo!!!), the only thing worse, is standing in your friend or relative’s house praying that shit goes down. Nope! That was not going to happen to any of my guests ever again. 

We had a plumbing company snake a camera through the plumbing from the toilet all the way to the street. There was a little bit of root damage toward the street end of the line from that mesquite tree that we removed last year, but otherwise, the line was great. 

Apparently the culprit was the toilet itself. I did my research and discovered that the max gallons per flush allowed by Federal regulations is 1.6 gallons. Another common flush volume is 1.28, and some low flow toilets use a scant gallon. Obviously in the desert we really shouldn’t be wasting water, but I figure if we have to flush twice each time just to get the toilet paper down, we’re better off with a flow rate that gets the TP down in one flush. Plus, never again are my guests going to be caught watching in horror as it swirls and swirls and slowly rises to the surface. So drought or not, I’m going with the max flush rate.

I also learned something else about toilets. It’s not just flush rate that matters. The plumbing inside the toilet before it reaches the pipes in the wall is called the trapway. The new toilet I bought advertises a “CLOG-FREE FLUSH – Facilitated by the largest glazed trapway on the market at 2-3/8-in. wide.” That’s right, my new guest bathroom toilet has a really big hole!!

When John installed the new toilet, he discovered the issue (and I think this is the part I had previously mentioned in an earlier blog post). The old toilet was fine, but our contractor had installed it with the wide seal ring slid halfway across the drain opening, blocking half the opening at the hight of the floor. John went ahead and (properly) installed the new toilet anyway, even though we now knew that the old one had been fine, just installed wrong.

So come on out and visit me, knowing that you can flush with confidence. But maybe I’ll set the bubble bath up out of reach 😉

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Let’s Dance

I recently started a Meetup group to go to the local live music shows, because it’s just not John’s thing. This way I’ll have a group of people to go with. But at some point in the past I had turned off my email notifications from the Meetup app because otherwise it can get overwhelming. Some of the groups I belong to send out emails all the time.

Then I sort of forgot about my new Meetup group for a week or so. Which is fine if I had simply joined an existing group, but this one I had started myself. So I’m supposed to be organizing an event!

I finally remembered to look at it this morning, and 38 people had joined my new group! I’m like, no way! And one of them had written and wanted to know when we were going to get started. Uh! Right! Let me get on that!

I get myself into too many commitments, and then I whine because I don’t have enough energy to keep up with it all. But I’ve been really into music lately and I really want to do this.

So this morning I posted to the group asking for venue and band suggestions. And then I updated my notifications to get emails from my own group but not all the others I’ve joined (and am currently ignoring).

Meetup is designed to facilitate local group get togethers based on a shared common interest. It has all kinds of groups. Hiking, yoga, gaming, various religious and therapy type groups, music oriented groups, book clubs, you name it. There are several autism related groups, and I’ll occasionally go to one of those events.

There are a couple of other live music meetups, but none of them quite work for me. One group just follows a single (fairly mediocre) band that often plays at venues that I don’t like very well. Another group mostly goes to listen to heavy metal at bars. I prefer outdoor plazas, although soon it’s going to get very hot in Tucson.

Well, wish me luck with this new endeavor, we’ll see if it works out! I still don’t have our first event scheduled. Hopefully someone will have a great idea. If not then, I’ll just have to pick something!

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The new me?

My personality seems to be changing again! Is this just part of aging? Or is this a post-chemo thing? I sort of feel like a teen who doesn’t yet know who they are! It’s not a big shift. I’m not sure how noticeable it is. It’s not like John is wondering who the heck he married. Actually, I’m sure he frequently wonders that, but that’s been ongoing for 15 years now, nothing new.

After chemo I started channeling a touch of sweet grandma (in my younger years, nobody would have called me sweet). I got a bit timid, and my interests were all about growing flowers and baking scones and sitting by my pool. And all those things are still very true.

But last fall, I started wanting to get out and dance! I’ve always liked louder, faster music than most of my more demure, professional female peers. It’s funny because I can’t handle intense books or movies, but with music, the more intense and emotional the better.

Last fall I started dragging John to music events. Recently, I have found some new friends from the botanical gardens who are happy to go to sedate music events with me, like symphonies and ballets. The typical things that we all imagine old ladies like me enjoy. But I have not found anyone to go with to fast and furious shows, blusy-funky-R&B-roots-rock-grunge-metal mashups. Sigh. John is willing to take me, but he doesn’t dance. If only Laura lived nearby, right Laura?

The fact that our personalities can shift around always makes me wonder, who are we really? We’re not our bodies – but if we’re not our personalities either, then what makes us who we are?

My personality shift is coming out in many small ways. Like my wardrobe! I woke up one morning this spring and was like, what is with all the floral skirts and blouses?!? I just want to wear plain colored t-shirts. How is it that I don’t own any simple t-shirts?

And comfy jeans? I own no comfy jeans either? Lol, yes, my taste is changing, but my lack of comfy jeans has more to do with those scones I mentioned a few paragraphs ago. I always used to be strict about my weight, but once I started fighting cancer, my priorities shifted. Oncologists don’t want to see weight loss in their patients. That’s my excuse at any rate. I’m not too worried about a bit of weight gain; I needed a good excuse for a new wardrobe!

Here’s a picture from this morning’s hike. We’re suddenly realizing we’re going to run out of cool hiking weather soon, so we better get out there! We didn’t get out as much this winter because neither of us were feeling well mid-winter. But we’re getting out every weekend now.

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Puppy trailer adventures

Biska seems like a big dog to us, because we’ve always had small poodles. Biska’s mom is a small poodle, but her dad was a non-poodle big dude. We think he was a typical mutt – shepherd/pit/aussie/collie. We did a DNA test and that’s how it came back: poodle-supermutt.

Even though she’s bigger than our previous poodles, she’s not big enough (and Tucson is too hot) for her to run alongside a bicycle for very far. And sometimes we would like to bring her along on our rides. For example, we’ve been thinking about doing more bicycling as a means to actually get somewhere, particularly when we’re on a road trip in the van. When we spent a month in Seattle in August of 2022, we only had our camper van with us, and it was hard to maneuver the van through those tight Seattle streets. Bicycles would have been handy for the short trips! Particularly ebikes, because the West Seattle hills are crazy.

We decided to see if a bike trailer would work. I was dubious at first. So was Biska! She was scared on her first ride around the block, with her head down and her tail between her legs. But John gave her lots of treats, and we tried it again, going a little farther a few days later. Then a week or so after that, we went to a nearby park, and when we arrived, she got to get out and walk around in the park. Fun!

Yesterday we decided to go all the way to a local café, buy breakfast, and bike home. John had run the route once awhile ago, and knew it was possible to do completely on trails – except for the first few blocks in our neighborhood. Turns out he didn’t quite remember the route, so we had to turn around and backtrack a couple of times, and once we had to walk the bikes across a dry wash. But in the end, it worked! And now we know the right route.

When we got to the café, John went in and bought a whole quiche. He somehow managed to get the entire quiche into his backpack, and got it home completely unharmed. I was expecting quiche mush, but no, it was completely intact.

They also gave us an unexpected free baguette with the quiche order. It was definitely too long to fit in his backpack, so I strapped to the top of Biska’s carrier.

Do you see it there, it’s the brown paper bag behind her, tied shut with my hair band. Biska is a good girl and is ignoring the aromatic french bread a few inches from her nose.

The outing was fun and we’ll do it again.

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Still sometimes sad for no reason

John and I had a very nice weekend (hopefully I’ll have a chance to post about our exploits later). But now I’m sad again. I’ve been having an unusual amount of trouble with low-level depression, nothing serious, just sadness here and there for no apparent reason. It started in January and went through most of February. Then I had a friend visit at the end of February, which helped a lot. Also the weather has been improving, which helps a lot too.

It’s strange though, because there’s nothing wrong that I’m aware of. Like I mentioned, we had a good weekend. We got outside and had fun and got lots of good exercise. Then this morning I volunteered at the botanical garden, which I enjoyed. Then I had a doctor appointment, and although those are never fun, it went fine. I already knew my results were good.

When my doctor walked in, I was surprised to see him in a suit and tie. I commented that he was dressed up, but he didn’t say much about it. It seemed like there was a weight or worry or sadness about him. I actually wondered if he had a funeral today. Then when I was talked to John about it later, John suggested he had a court date, which would be terrible – doctors do get sued and occasionally they deserve it, but mostly they don’t. This doctor is very good, very thoughtful and knowledgeable, and conscientious. And a great listener, which is so hard to find.

I think it would be very hard to be an oncologist. Often when people have cancer, they die. Doctors and their patients have to make difficult decisions about treatment paths and it’s all a guessing game and often there’s very little that can be done. I don’t even know what you’d sue an oncologist for. Basically, they order scans and give chemo if you need it. And they’re not even the ones interpreting the scans. So if something was missed, it wouldn’t have been him who missed it.

Anyway, I imagined he was sad, and now I feel sad. Picking up other people’s emotions and embodying them myself has always been a thing of mine (I guess that’s called empathy), but it can be rough when the people around me are suffering. I suffer right along with them. I’ve gotten so sensitive that I can’t even read novels, even though I know they’re fiction. I suffer too much from caring about the difficulties the characters are going through. My sensitivity is also interfering with how many life coaching clients I feel like I can carry. I’m hardly coaching at all anymore.

I’m actually taking a class in a couple of weeks for healthcare providers, to help with burnout. It’s about compassion, which apparently is not the same thing as empathy. I’m really hoping it helps me be emotionally stronger.

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