December 7th, 2016
November 22nd, 2016
|11:50 am - Gettin' there!|
It's been warmer than usual, but otherwise pretty typical for November: grey and wet. The clouds cleared this morning [NOT typical for November] enough to get a glimpse of what's been going on up in the High Country. It's considered a good year if we can ski on Thanksgiving. Judging by the view from the front porch, it looks like that's possible, but we may have to work at it. The snow level appears to be down below 4,000 feet, but it'll be a lot more fun if it drops to 3,000. [Just so it stays above 2,000 feet!]
Current Mood: Excited
Current Music: The Chairman: "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow"
November 11th, 2016
October 20th, 2016
|06:17 pm - Cross Words for Crosswords|
Did anyone do today’s* NY Times crossword puzzle? ¡Mádre de Díos! Is it really Thursday?
I am addicted to crosswords. In addition to a big cup, I need them to kick my brain into gear to start my day. The New York Times is the gold standard of crosswords, and the puzzles are supposed to get harder each day of the week; Mondays being the easiest working up to Saturday’s skull-f***ers. After staring vacantly at this morning’s puzzle for ten minutes, I had to check the day – yep: it’s only Thursday…
¡Mádre de Díos! I do believe this morning’s puzzle is the hardest I’ve ever done in English. I finally solved it, without any outside resources, but - ¡Mádre de Díos! When I was working, I’d finish the “warm up” puzzle in addition to the NY Times and finish reading the rest of the local paper in the one hour it took to cross the Sound. But today - ¡Mádre de Díos! – I can’t tell you how many hours I piddled away until the last box was solved.
The New York Times is known for often having themes to its puzzles. Sometimes they’ll give a clue to the theme, other times, not. Today they did. Sort of. The clue they gave took up the three longest answers in the puzzle. The clues for 17, 36, and 60 across read: “Trap #1 (2 and 3) to solving this puzzle.”
The answer: “Anagram the first word in each clue.” So before solving the answer, it was first necessary to solve the clue. For instance, the answer to “Heads seen on Halloween” was “orange”. Yeesh!
I must admit, I didn’t get all the anagrams before finishing the grid. Maybe I’ll go back and hash them out just to spite Will Shortz…
*Our local paper reprints the NYT puzzles one week after their original publication.
Photosketch copyright EdBookPhoto.com
Current Mood: Smugly satisfied [Is that redundant?]
Current Music: Todd Rundgren: "Eastern Intrigue"
September 16th, 2016
|11:21 pm - Strolling...|
I went for a fine walk in the woods today along the North Fork Skok. I don't know if I've ever seen the flow so low. The good news is I've never had an easier time fording Four Stream; the bad news is that Ma Nature did some redecorating and plopped a small mountain of old-growth driftwood on some of my favorite campsites. A landslide prompted by a wildfire also chipped in to rearrange Ma's furniture. Luckily, at least two small campsites survived on the fringes. Anyhow, the first picture is today's; the second is a more typical flow from June.
Current Location: Soaking
Current Mood: Lilting
Current Music: Tom Petty: "Southern Accents"
September 12th, 2016
|06:19 am - Happy Trails [Heavy Sighs…]|
My working schedule necessitated that what most call “lunch” be my main meal of the day, so I approached it differently from most of the usual lunch crowd. In the early days of my tenure, I had a rule to never eat at the same establishment twice in the same week. The culinary landscape within a walk of work was such I could easily stretch that to two weeks. But that landscape changed gradually over the years; the cumulative effect becoming quite drastic over the course of a decade and a half. So much so that in my last several years most days found me sustaining myself at Jimmy’s on Broadway, the restaurant in the Silver Cloud Hotel at First Hill.
This would not be the case if the menu and its execution weren’t top-notch; but that’s only half the story. The staff from top to bottom is an amazing group of people. They made me feel like pampered royalty and yet an intimate member of the family at the same time. Sure, I spent a lot of money there; but it went beyond that. This was evidenced by the gracious send-off they prepared for my retirement. (Considerably more than my employer of the previous fifteen years!)
First off, they comped my dream dinner: filet mignon with garlic-leek potatoes and grilled asparagus, complimented with a sublime split of 2011 Barolo d’Alba, finished off with a tangerine-mango-ginger sorbet drowning in limoncelo. All this would have set me back over $100 with tax and appropriate tip. And I was more than willing (and fully planning) to pay as much in honor of the occasion. But they would have none of it; they wouldn’t even let me leave a tip!
The Swag Bag
As if that weren’t generous enough, they put together a touchingly thoughtful gift bag. Each present had a symbolic significance. The wines were in recognition of all the grief I gave the beverage manager over the years. I constantly complained that their lone Washington State Syrah was only available by the bottle; so it was this bottle they presented me. (Eventually and thankfully other WA Syrahs replaced the Australian and Californian Syrahs that were available by the glass in those days.)
The Barolo was one of my favorites when I lived in Bologna. It was also my excuse whenever one of Jimmy’s staff tried to lay a guilt trip on me for patronizing their main competitor. “Well, I was really craving a Borolo,” I’d explain, “and y’all don’t have that here.” So they began stocking a very nice vintage, albeit in the split only. It became my guilty pleasure whenever I had a day so horribly rotten or a special cause to celebrate that justified indulging in the extravagance.
The food services manager and I happen to share an affinity for gin and tonics in warm weather. She claims to have brought in the exotic tonic water just for me, even though originally I made fun of it as “hoity-toity tonic”; or the “Empress’s new tonic”. At first I considered it a strictly superfluous status symbol, with no real effect on the over-all quality of the drink. I went so far as to wager that an honest person wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in a side-by side comparison. I lost that bet. I didn’t even need a sip to discern the difference; I could tell just by looking. It was more a matter of texture than taste; the hoity-toity tonic had bubbles that were a fraction of the size normally found in sodas, and it had considerably more of them. The effect was a velvet tickle to the palate that opened up the taste buds to focus the flavor. After my little experiment, the staff didn’t even have to ask for the up-sell.
The crew at Jimmy’s were well-aware of my fondness for the forest, and knew I planned to spend much of my retirement camping. A few years back I led the previous executive chef and his son to a hidden fishing hole in the Olympic mountains; so I guess they assumed I like to fish as well as camp. And of course there’s the association of “Gone Fishin’” as the antithesis of work. So the net and bug beater go towards those themes. The folding waiter’s corkscrew ties them all together.
Oh - and that sachet o’ snacks? That’s for munching while sailing off into the sunset on the ferry. Nice touch.
I’ll miss Jimmy’s; I’ll miss my family there even more.
Current Location: Sailing off into the sunset...
Current Mood: Nostalgic
Current Music: Vera Lynn: "We'll Meet Again"
August 24th, 2016
July 31st, 2016
Well, I finally made it official: Thursday I turned in my resignation. My last day of Career #9 will be September 2nd. Career #7 [RETIREMENT!] resumes that day at 17:00 hours...
Current Mood: Ecstatic
Current Music: The Who: "I'm Free"
|09:11 am - RAH-BERT CRAY!|
Wow. What a show at the Admiral last night!
B.B. King famously said "The Blues ain't about the notes that you play; The Blues are all about what's in between the notes..." No one takes this to heart like Robert Cray. It's utterly amazing how much emotion he wrings out of every single note. Poetry pours through his fingertips and flows from the frets of his Fenders.
I've always enjoyed and admired his guitar virtuosity and songwriting talents, but last night's show gave me a new appreciation of his stunning vocal range and expressiveness. Thanks Admiral Theater for bringing this class act to Bremerton!
Current Mood: In Awe
Current Music: Robert Cray Band: "Sittin' On Top of the World"
June 18th, 2016
|07:22 am - What ABOUT the Guns?|
Cheryl Wheeler is one of my favorite folkies. She's written two takes on modern American gun culture. The first was a tongue-in-cheek send-up of fear-driven paranoia. [Is there any other kind?]
As mass shootings became more and more a part of our daily lives, her tone changed and she wrote a song much closer to her heart. I can't say I agree with her 100%, but it's time for her views to be heard, considered, and discussed. We have to do SOMETHING; we need to at least begin a dialogue to find a better way.
Here are links to both of her songs on the subject:
Don't Forget the Guns: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Zw8NmxItE
If It Were Up to Me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op7agdIFOGY
Current Mood: Apprehensive
Current Music: Cheryl Wheeler: "If it Were Up to Me"