Friday, May 29, 2009
*snail miles, that is. 1 snail mile = 27 inches
Angels Flight by Michael Connelly is crime novel full of suspense. It takes place in L.A. with a plot that that begins with the murder of a high profile civil rights lawyer aboard the small trolley Angels Flight, an historic Los Angeles landmark. Attempting to prevent the type of riots that occurred in the city following the Rodney King commotion and also avoiding the further tarnishing of the police department image the deputy chief assigns Harry Bosch and his team of investigators to solve the crime. In the process Harry exonerates one suspect and reveals another. He has a difficult time navigating through the political motives of the police commanders, the racial tension caused by the murder, and the reputation of police misconduct. It was a good read
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Last night, Dorothy and I flipped the chair over and, working together, reattached the brace to the frame with 6 penny nails. I held the frame in place while she hammered. Then we reinforced the joints with metal "L" brackets. A pry bar was necessary to stretch the springs back into their brackets. We had unfastened them to make it easier to maneuver the brace. The chair is as good as new. We're a team!
Today, I'm starting to eat a little less and exercise a little more.
A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting -- sings!
Whose galleries -- are Sunrise --
Whose Opera -- the Springs --
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow -- murmuring thread --
Whose Beryl Egg, what
In "Recess" -- Overhead!
Every evening after sundown the Whippoorwill calls. Although that familiar cry is a sign that Spring has been firmly established, I've never actually seen one of these birds. Have you? The poem above is in error. Schoolboys couldn't have searched for the Whippoorwill eggs overhead (assuming they searched in a tree for a nest). Whippoorwills don't build nests, they simply lay their eggs on the ground.
The other night it sounded like the bird was on my front porch. I grabbed the flashlight and went in search of the elusive creature. I panned the light across the porch but saw not a feather. Then I heard it in the yard. The flashlight revealed nothing. Each time I pointed the light in one area I heard the bird in another. Do these birds actually exist?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
It seems that so many of our family gatherings are centered around food. That's why as the years go by we have trouble with weight gain. The kids came down yesterday and we had egg rolls.
As you can see, we always make plenty
Here are the sauces we like to put on our egg rolls. The bottle on the right is a sweet chili sauce imported from Thailand. Very good. We also use wasabi.
Dorothy, Kelly, and Burk enjoy their meals
This is the hosta "Big Daddy". Notice the blue color and the "seersucker" effect on the leaves. I bought this just three days ago at a local nursery.
This is "Color Glory". I planted it as a bare root just a few weeks ago along with the "White Feather" below.