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Posted:Jan 12, 2015 10:44 pm
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The temperature is forecast to drop overnight to minus fifteen. Today we had a mild day- twenty two degrees- and it was spectacularly sunny. We needed a little longer hike. No new snow is in the forecast but if there is wind with the colder temperatures, I might want to shorten our hiking time for a couple of days, so we better get it while we can.
PD was feeling better today so she came along, and that made it easier to experiment with my snowshoes. The new bindings worked great! You slide in your foot, with a little wiggling, clip the backstrap and pull it tight, tighten the laces with a quick clasp...and that"s all! You are now walking on the snow! Easy to do even in the cold and deep snow. I made a carry strap and carried the shoes on my back until we got to the meadow. After fastening the bindings we released the beast. She's a canine snowblower. I gave her a lot more run time than usual, and she actually began to calm down a bit! She did a lot of diving in the snow and hunting and ran to her heart's content.
I fell twice. I was carrying my camera and couldn't put my hand out or down because I wanted to protect that camera and so I had to take a dive a couple of times. Gracie enjoyed that part and jumped me, getting snot on the lens. it was cold enough to wait a minute and just flick it off with a thumbnail.
Leaving the meadow we walked north on the East Lookout trail to Portage Creek and then swung back south on the West Lookout to Tibet. We walked slowly. I can't really hurry on snowshoes. They now make snowshoes for running. Those are small and look like tiny oblong trampolines, but I've got the old timer shoes and I'm out of shape anyway. Even after packing the shoes again, we poked along. Walking in snow is hard work, like soft sand on a beach, and we took it easy and didn't push it. We were out two hours, getting back to the car at four PM.
There was a bit of a breeze today but the sun was bright and you could feel it's heat walking in it. I had to unzip my jacket and take off my hat most of the way out and didn't close up again until we headed back south in the shade of the woods. The pad wax for Gracie's paws worked well. I rubbed it on before we left the house and that was the only application, but it was fairly warm today- low twenties. The only issue is that she's decided she likes the taste and tries to lick it off while I'm still rubbing it on.
When we got home there was snow to plow from last night's snow shower, and PD heated up the left over zuppa toscana. She makes it with lots of cream, mealy potatoes, kale and sweet italian sausage. On top, just before serving, she plops a few pieces of crisp bacon. This is the good life!
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A faceplant in the snow
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Posted:Jan 10, 2015 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2016 6:34 pm
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The boots were a great idea, but didn't work out too well. I put them on her in the house yesterday and she didn't high step or try to shake them off, but she adopted the weirdest gait. She spread her legs out like a water slider and skated around the house. She headed right for the back room, the mud room, where she likes to nap in my closet, and I knew she was going that way to work on getting those damned things off. I called her back and she came. I was gonna try to get her to run around a bit and get used to them and right about then was when they started falling off. She didn't bite at them or shake them, they just wouldn't stay on.
The wax, however, worked out pretty well. I couldn't find Musher's Secret at our pet supply store but I did find a brand called Pad Guard Wax. She didn't mind having it rubbed on, and she didn't get any ice balls on our walk. So we'll keep using that. I may try a different size boot, but I'm skeptical now if they will work.
It was one of those days where things don't pan out. Before the boot failure I went out looking for tire chains for my favorite toy, my Ford Jubilee tractor. I plow my drive with it, and I've had trouble during this last round of snow with getting it stuck. We had a lot of warm weather in December and the ground froze after a wet snow, so underneath that sixteen or eighteen inches of new snow is ice, and it's hard to move snow on that surface. I couldn't find any chains on a Saturday afternoon and I'll probably end up having to order some.
All of this was cutting into our hike time, so I grabbed my snowshoes and Gracie and we headed out to Al Sabo. That didn't pan out either. I haven't used those snowshoes for maybe ten years, except briefly a few years ago. I have the old style traditional hickory frame and leather webbing shoes. they're bear paw, Michigan style shoes and they work great in deep snow, but they are big, and the bindings stink. They have nylon strap bindings and they have never worked well. By the time you get them fastened your body is drenched in sweat and your fingers are frozen and blue. I had forgot that part. I did buy a better set of bindings but never lashed them on.
In the parking lot at the Preserve I did get them on after a marathon cussing session while Gracie waited in the car. When I opened the hatch she shot out of the car like an Olympic sprinter and pulled me onto my face in the snow. I have never tried shoeing with a on a leash before. I don't recommend it, unless you have a small dog. Gracie is ninety pounds of chained heat and I couldn't keep my balance and handle her.
Instantly the binding on the right came loose- a common problem with those bindings. Suddenly I was remembering why I bought the replacement bindings. So now I'm trying to stand back up with one snowshoe on and the other dangling helplessly from the toe of my other foot. I couldn't shake the -of-a-bitch off completely and I couldn't put my right foot on the ground at all. Gracie was sympathetic, the way one is with a small who's behaving erratically....and stupidly. Instead of running off she came back to comfort me in my time of need. She had a concerned and somewhat confused expression on her face. My own face I think was quite red.
I took the snowshoes off and tossed them in the car. We stayed on the packed trail in the track made by skiers. We got a forty minute hike out of it anyway, and she got a chance to blow off steam running around the meadow in the snow. She pulled me out of my funk pretty quickly- I love watching her run. I think I'll try some of the newer, smaller snowshoes, made for runners.
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Boots
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Posted:Jan 8, 2015 3:09 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2016 6:30 pm
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I may need to buy some boots.
We struck out on the trail at two fifty this afternoon. It was two degrees according to the Honda and there was a strong west southwest wind. It was cold, for sure, and I wore a ski mask, pulled down below my chin. i don't like trying to breathe through a mask and they ice up around my mouth. My mustache gets icy but I can live with that- it's already white.
The snow is getting deeper off the trail, six to eight inches, but there had been enough skiers and even a snowshoer or two ahead of us so we had a packed surface to follow. I think it's a bit shallow for shoes still, but it's supposed to snow tonight so I might try mine tomorrow.
When we got to the meadow I unhooked Gracie's lead and let her rip, and rip she did. God, I wish I could run like that! I'm old and I smoked too much, but I can recall just busting loose and running for the thrill of it, just because you're young and you can. She was very well behaved even in her excitement and kept running back to me as if "Isn't this SOOO cool!" and then she'd tear off again. I whistled her back a few times and she roared back like Night Train Lane. She bounced off me and without stopping was off again to the races.
The path out of the meadow to the north was untraveled and it was work getting back to the Moab Trail and the packed track again. I hooked her tether again and we headed back southwest for the car. That trek takes maybe thirty minutes with no snow if you don't hurry it, but we spent fifty minutes doing it today.
I had just mentioned the ice balls that can form between the pads of a dogs paws, in a response to AmeliaCox the other day. They don't exactly cause any lasting harm that I'm aware of but they hurt. It's like walking with a pebble in your shoe, or with a plantar wart, and those hurt like hell! When it's super cold snow packs in between the foot pads and doesn't melt, and gradually builds into a little peastone like ball, attaching to the hairs like an icicle.
You need to watch your dog's gait when it's cold like this and if she starts to favor a paw or limp she needs attention. You can hold that paw in your bare hand and melt the ice balls with your fingers. Gracie got a few today, and that was part of the reason we took a shorter route. First her left rear iced up. This happened yesterday but it wasn't severe- it was just the first time it had happened to her and she didn't like it. I held her paw (and she was a little tentative about that, like "What the hell? Out here? My paw hurts and you want to play?") and dried it with a bandanna and we took off again. In a few minutes she began favoring the left front so I ministered to that one, and now she was getting the idea and was very patient about it.
Gracie does lift a front paw when she hunts, or smells something in the wind, but lifting a paw is one sign of ice balls and it doesn't hurt anything to check.
Speaking of hunting she caught a mouse today. I've seen her hunt them and she trashes their nests but I've never seen her eat one. Leaving the meadow we took a cut off to avoid a hill and fifty feet into the woods she dove into the snow and came out with a bit of nest. I leaned in to look and she had rousted a mouse- he was lying on his back in the snow. I pulled her away then and she didn't resist. I couldn't take a picture of that. I felt badly for the mouse, like Robert Burns turning up a mouse nest with the plow. Poor little guy. Even if she didn't eat him she may have destroyed his winter home. I hope there was enough nest left to salvage and keep him from freezing!
When we got home I took a couple of photos in the yard, to compare with pictures I'd taken earlier this year. One was in July at eighty degrees, and the other in October when we got our first snow.
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Fully clothed Wednesday
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Posted:Jan 7, 2015 5:40 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2016 6:29 pm
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Today was cold. We started hiking exactly at three PM in nine degrees and wind out of the southwest. It was sunny, but early in the hike the wind kicked up some snow and blew it northeast.
PD tried some woolen ski pants from the Army Surplus Store that I forgot I had. I think they're from Sweden. They have a button fly and leather straps at the ankles, and she looked very stylish in them. Well, she looked warm anyway. She gave them a thumbs up. You'd have to piss really badly to handle all those buttons in this cold!
We walked north along the marsh and circled back to the east from the south bank of Portage Creek, then back south again along a deep ravine that runs down to the creek. Gracie was wild today and I worked up a sweat with her. She had turned oddly deaf to my commands and we had words a couple of times about it.
We need to go more slowly now. The snow is a bit deeper and it's getting rutted from skis on the trails. If you go too fast you work up quite a sweat . You need to strike a happy medium- too slow and you will also get chilled in a hurry. I think the wind chill was twenty one or twenty five below today. We were out an hour and a half and the temperature had dropped to seven above by the time we got back to the car..
When we got home I had new snow to plow in the driveway. Between the hike and the plowing I was very cold by six PM, and tired.
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Fresh snow
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Posted:Jan 6, 2015 9:43 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2016 6:27 pm
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It was warmer today- sixteen- but windy and snowing, and it felt colder than yesterday. It snowed fine cold powder almost all day and there's a freshness to a new snow. It covers everything in a clean new blanket and changes the look and feel of the forest. The frigid air clarifies at the same time that the snow highlights the complexity of the woods. Hiking during a snowfall is magical like the storybooks of my childhood. Now and then the wind dislodges the snow caught in the treetops and it comes showering down in a fog, stinging your face, waking you. If you walk the same trails day after day you see the changes in the forest and the meadows daily. The creek channel is getting more narrow again, the little beeches in the groves by the marsh keep their leaves through winter and each leaf is carrying a a handful of snow. The snow isn't deep enough for snowshoes and it was slippery and tough going on the hills and slopes. PD and I got winded but Gracie takes it all in stride, gliding along with her nose in the cold air, vacuuming up the scent on the wind.
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Snow and cold, round two
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Posted:Jan 5, 2015 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2016 6:24 pm
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We hit the trail about two fifteen today. PD stayed home. It was nine degrees and quite windy, and she admonished us no end to stay out of the wind and not too stay out too long. She feels Gracie needs a coat in this weather. I tell her Gracie has a coat. While we're gone, look up "Labrador" on the interweb, and for good measure "Newfoundland", which is where Labrador Retrievers were actually first bred. Gracie loves weather. Hot weather, warm weather, cool weather, bone chillingly cold weather. And if it's also wet, so much the better. She bites at the ice on Asylum Lake trying to get at the water.
We found one car in the little parking area when we got there, and the owner and his Alf were just leaving. Alf is the excitable type, barking and bitching, dodging and weaving, growling. He makes Gracie look like the Dalai Lama. She is all sweetness and light. Her enthusiasm for life, and exuberance in pursuing it, are becoming legend in the preserve. She's a wild thing, but in a Cyndi Lauper kind of way. Girls just want to have fun.
We walked the Poop Walk, and in short order I was overdressed. I wore a wool sweater and a hoodie but I should have worn my Carhartt jacket instead. It's more durable but not as thick and warm as the hoodie and I worked up a sweat and had to unzip to ventilate. I took off my ski mask in a quarter mile or so- it was getting hot in there. Gracie was a little impatient with my wardrobe malfunctions. We came to hike, so let's hike, already.
We took the trail north by the swamp and marsh along the west fork of the creek when we got to the turnoff. It's a crossing of two paths that's deeply eroded by off road bicycles and there's a steep pitch to the intersection that's hard to stay upright on when it's wet or icy. I didn't fall. The first hundred feet or so of the trail north have been cut deeply by the bikes- three or four feet deep, but it levels out after that, and I put her long lead on there, and took a couple of pictures. Taking pictures today was a bit of a pain without PD there to hold Gracie's lead. Gracie is impatient with picture taking and we argued about it the whole hike. I would make her wait and sit and she grew tired of that right quick and took off on her own, ruining a couple of shots by jerking my hands.
So we walked the same circuit we've been taking for the last few days, but in reverse. The creek channel is still open and flowing- it's only been cold just yesterday and today. The rest of the marsh is frozen and snow covered. The seedlings I photographed are buried in snow now. I watched for them but couldn't spot them. It's only three inches, but they are very young and three inches is enough.
Gracie did a lot of mouse hunting in the snow, but she caught nothing. She did get frozen whiskers, just like me. We looked a lot alike coming home.
On the return we passed Gracie's buddy Rocky, an old border collie, and his owner, a sweet woman who reminds me of a farm wife. Her speech is spare and to the point, and she comes out with Rocky to ward off cabin fever, and to just be outside. Many of the trails we followed today were trackless. We only saw the two hikers, one heading out and the other going in. It was a good day.
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New snow
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Posted:Jan 5, 2015 10:31 am
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We got snow yesterday. It was warm and wet, and we took Gracie to the park again. She had a wonderful time, and played in the puddle left by the rain from the day before. She was icing up on her flanks and the backs of her legs. We had to thaw her out before we could give her a rubdown with a towel.
Last night the temperature dropped to six degrees and we got a few more inches of snow. I found two pretty seedlings along the path in Al Sabo- I hope they make it through the winter. We likely won't see them again till spring. The lichen will be covered with snow too. We're going out again in a few minutes to take a look at what's changed over the last day.
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Star Moss
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Posted:Jan 4, 2015 7:33 pm
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I've mentioned that when we hike in the woods I like to poke along and look at things. There are runners and joggers, and there are mountain bikers too. Now and then we see texting on their phones, and we often pass people listening to an iPod. It ain't for me to decide how they spend their time in the woods, but that's not how I do it.
There's the forest to see, to begin with. And a single tree. Just stop and look at a single tree. Silence is an asset when doing this. I'm not a multitasker, and I don't see mutitasking as an asset. If you bring your gaze down the the floor of the forest, there's a whole new forest there. Lie down on your belly and look at star moss.
Star moss is formally known as tortula ruralis. It is dioecious- there are male and female plants, so it is bi-parental. But it also engages in vegetative reproduction through cellular differentiation. It is now possible for humans to reproduce in a similar fashion- asexually. But who the hell wants to? It's not like you can tell the difference by looking at the offspring, but still...emotion is lacking. The parents know.
Either way, the outcome, the offspring, is something of a marvel. Star moss is amazingly resistant to drought. It dries to a reddish brown when dormant, and can lie dormant for years, even decades before returning to a quick and vibrant green when moisture is present. You needn't be religious or even especially spiritual to see this rebirth nothing less than miraculous.
The entire forest looks that way to me. Nothing less than a miracle.
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The Wire Walker
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Posted:Jan 3, 2015 2:15 pm
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Yesterday we had thirty four degree weather and light overcast with just hints of blue sky. In the meadow at Al Sabo we found that two had strung a rope between the two large trees in the middle of the meadow. The trees are a couple of hundred feet apart and the rope was hung twelve or fifteen feet above the ground. One guy had just begun walking the rope from the east end. The rope sagged quite a lot under his weight, especially as he made it further out from the tree. I started taking pictures, never expecting him to make it very far but he surprised and impressed me. The further he walked the wire the more it swayed from side to side, but he kept his cool and his balance. He must have made it sixty or eighty feet before the sway got away from him and he tumbled with a yell. I missed getting a shot of him on the way down but I did capture the crash landing.
It was very cool to watch. I was hoping he'd make it all the way, and I'd have stayed but Gracie was unimpressed by any of it, and we moved on.
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The Perp Walk
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Posted:Jan 2, 2015 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2019 11:26 pm
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There are three entries into the Al Sabo Preserve from the parking lot on Texas Drive. One, to the right- the most heavily traveled- takes off northeast and roughly parallel to the road and enters a spur of the forest right away. The path to the left enters Camp Rota Kiwan, the boy scout camp, also wooded, and is more or less off limits to the public.
The center trail, the Middle Path, is the one Prince Siddartha took and it's usually the one we choose, but not for the same reasons as the Buddha. It immediately opens into a long and narrow meadow dotted occasionally with trees of various species. After about a furlong, more or less, it veers right and merges with the forest trail again. This first furlong through the meadow is the Poop Walk and the Perp Walk. All the dogs entering the Preserve are highly motivated to mark a spot as their own- a canine Kilroy Was Here. The shoulders of the path, the berm, as it were, are a minefield of shit and the deck is stacked against anyone rash enough to leave the packed earth trail and brave the meadow grass. Most walkers do not allow their dogs to shit on the trail. Many owners bag their shit, and there are sometimes little bags of treasure placed in conspicuous places along the Poop Walk, for retrieval when the dogs and their people make the return trek. Once you have made it past the Fecal Gauntlet, you are home free.
I make it sound worse than it is. This is not a carpet of shit. In fact, you could easily walk this path, dogless, and never notice a thing. The grass is six to twelve inches tall and the weather quickly decomposes any votive offerings left in this shrine. But if you ARE accompanied by a dog, that will alert you to the hidden splendor in the grass. It's a symbolic gesture that needs to be repeated to be effective. Now and then it will be observed that some clod has allowed his to deposit a clod directly on the path, and has not removed it. This is a lot more rare than you might think.
Choosing the right place to discharge one's tribute is an exacting task, for a dog. Much sniffing must be done to determine correct placement, and she will need to urinate several times, sort of testing the waters. Often Gracie will begin her Poop Walk, sniffing and slowing, very nearly hunching her back, only to decide at the last second that surely there must be a more propitious square foot just a little further on. We will observe this ritual several times, and much gold could change hands placing bets on just where she will finally determine to make the definitive defecation.
But finally, and really only a few minutes after exiting the car, the turds will exit Gracie. They will be carefully placed according to certain canine logarithms mostly involving the superlative olfactory system of dogs and forever beyond the understanding of mere humans.
One down, two to go. Yes, we will witness this ritual at least two more times before the hike proper can commence. There is a lot of pressure (!) to get this first thing right, and it must be done right, if we are to enjoy the hike.
None of this is at all disturbing to Gracie, or any other dog. It's as natural to her to deposit her scent as to breathe. When a poops the hard turd compresses the anal glands and expresses the scent in those glands. Smelling a pile of excrement is like reading a newspaper to a dog. Proper diet is crucial to maintaining firm stools- too many table scraps will screw up the formula, resulting in loose stools, and eventually in infected anal glands, which are not compressed and expressed by a loose stool.
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The Last Dance
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Posted:Dec 31, 2014 3:06 pm
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We took our last hike of the year today. Over the weekend we went to a park south of here, part of a Kalamazoo County park, Prairie View. It's been there a few years now but since my Malemute Rocky was aggressive with other dogs we never visited the park. A hiker friend at Al Sabo reminded me of it, so Saturday we drove out there. Gracie loved it. She likes meeting other dogs and they will teach her how dogs behave. She was a little tentative at first, but she played about an hour. We took her back again the next day and she was more comfortable.
There are some trails there too so we took a short walk, about a half hour. I was hoping an hour playtime before her walk would tire her out a bit and make her a more obedient, more attentive. I was wrong. She likes the other dogs but she esteems the hike above all other endeavors know to the canine mind.
Yesterday we tried playing some catch at the schoolyard a bit down the street- it's only a five minute walk. The yard is fenced so I took her tennis ball and she had a great time chasing that...but it's just a lawn. There's no critters to smell, no wildlife, no deer shit.
So today it was back to Al Sabo. It's right and proper to finish out the year there, we love it so much. It was cold- fifteen degrees with a stiff wind. The sky was bright blue with a few clouds blowing overhead and it was pretty comfortable walking as long as we weren't facing west.
We took a trail north and east that turns north to the west branch of Portage Creek and I got a couple of pictures through the trees of the creek channel, still flowing and wandering it's way through the marsh, and PD in her Michigan burque.
Gracie is oblivious to the cold and the wind. It makes no difference to her if it's eighty five degrees in the shade or twelve below. In one photo here you can see a wind turbine erected by Kalamazoo valley Community College. They have a training program for aspiring technicians. I'm fascinated by wind power but the high towers limit my admiration to looking up at them, not down from them.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was bright if not warm. The wind was kicking up pretty lively and the woods were alive with it. I took one photo framed between two trunks of a three trunk oak and that left trunk was creaking and groaning with the strain. It sounded a little like a woodpecker. All around us the trees were protesting, clicking and cracking in the gusts.
It's been a good year for us. We watched the seasons change and took life easy. I'm wishing all my friends here as fine a year in 2015 as we had in 2014. You have all made my year a lot more fun, and I'm happy to have met you.
Happy New Year!
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Salvation!
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Posted:Dec 29, 2014 9:09 am
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Jim Harbaugh is coming back to the Big House! Hooray, hooray, hoo-fucking-ray!
OK. That's out of my system. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
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A late Christmas present
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Posted:Dec 26, 2014 2:51 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2015 8:04 pm
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Poor Gracie got the short end of the stick for two days running. We couldn't make time for a hike Christmas Eve or Christmas. Today we took her to Asylum Lake to play in the creek, and in the lake at the swimming hole. It was sunny and warm- forty five degrees or more. It felt warmer. But she was a bit antsy and had trouble behaving. There was some pent up energy there I think. We took a path we don't follow much, by Little Asylum Lake and through the savanna between the lakes. She got an hour and a half hike, but a lot of it was reprimand and argument. I feel kind of bad for her. She was wound up like an eight day clock and needed to blow off steam. There's a park south of her a few miles, and I think I'm going to pay the fee and start taking her there to get her ya-ya's out. She will probably learn better and behave better if she has a chance to cut loose more.
When we got home there were a couple of packages waiting, and one was a present for me from PD. She was pretty disappointed that it didn't arrive before Christmas because she was sure I'd love it. She was right.
I'm a book collector, but I don't collect rare books or first editions. I just save books I've read and loved. I can give away some stuff that didn't move me or teach me much, but there are certain authors whom I revere above others. One is Christopher Hill, the English Marxist historian. The first book of his that I read was a small one, "The World Turned Upside Down", and I loved it. Hill was an authority on seventeenth century England and in particular he was expert in the doings of the English Revolution, and in the dramatis personae of that cataclysmic period. Professor Hill makes the time and people come alive for me and is able to sort out the radical thought and as radical behavior of those magnificent folk and give it meaning.
The book PD found is not rare or expensive- Hill is something of a specialized taste and his books, while respected for his scholarship and acumen, are not yet collector's items. It's titled "Society and Puritanism in Pre-Revolutionary England".
Catchy title, right? I know once I've blogged about it you will all run out and buy up the remaining copies and drive up the prices!
But I have not read it before, and I was very happy to get it. It's a soft cover in very good to excellent condition. I opened it and PD told me to look at the frontispiece, because she couldn't wait for me to find it on my own. It's signed by the professor himself, and dated. This fact is of little note to some but I am beyond delighted to have it and it has a value beyond it's price.
I have a wife who knew precisely what would please me out of proportion to it's actual monetary value and got it for me. I already felt that our Christmas had been perfect, and it had nothing to do with gifts I had received but was about what we had given, and the wonderful time with our families. And then she gave me this.
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