Friday, February 15, 2019

Going Light

I am indebted to the Sierra Club for the title of this post. Six months ago I opted for Dry Africa's smallest side bag. A full sheet (just shy of 18"x24") of Phony's toothy kraft drawing pad folded into four tucks conveniently into the back section of the bag. I use the sheet as a protective place mat in a coffee shop. It works very well as a file folder both in the bag and in my storage area. 

One piece of this paper serves for a couple of months. When the surface enrichment becomes counter-productive, I can chop it into card-sized pieces to use for notes. By tearing the cover off the main pad, I can set it on my standing desk top and use it as a blotter -30-
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Thursday, February 14, 2019

The Elegance of Just Enough

This time of year is a good one for outfitting my person and household for the active months to come. At this point, I know how much I need of any given thing to minimize the cost of acquisition and the cost per use. Balancing sufficient inventory against the holding capacity of the building is nearly an aerodynamic exercise. Clumsy attempts to construct and fly paper airplanes taught me the subtleties of that low-tech engineering. When I get the balance right, the household flies and stress flies away right along with it-30-
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

The Pantry

Delivery services are a boon to life in town, and the fees are well worth the price. In an effort to shave costs, I planned to place orders every other month by multiplying the usual numbers of regular items. It's a balancing act with cupboard space that has yielded huge savings in time and aggro. Relieving the burden on attention is not a trivial advantage -30-
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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

A Gift of Snow

Being snowbound brought me the time to look over the Seattle fire code. Reading it is good homework for personal safety at events, in public accommodation, and for devising armor-plated housekeeping systems that keep the insurance man happy -30-
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Monday, February 11, 2019

Utility Grade Logger Chow

Weather prospects suggest this post. I make no claims to any competence except long familiarity with local folkways. Eat so you don't die. See Ken Kesey's 'Sometimes A Great Notion" for details. 

When the snow really hits, the old low-tech cuisine makes the most sense. A cardio breakfast of eggs, smoked pork, fried potatoes, and buttered toast is just the ticket after clearing a sidewalk (with careful attention to one's heart rate). This is a good time to keep the gut active with salad, stewed greens, and various root vegetables. Make sure that the menu is loaded with adequate red and other meat. How the offerings are balanced and quantified is an individual decision. A crock pot will be your best friend. Bear in mind that meat metabolizes over a relatively long period of time and that low blood sugar is an invitation to hypothermia. Check the end of your nose with the back of one hand. If the nose is cold, get warm and stay warm.

This aspect of Seattle's climate is essentially Baltic. Contest the weather as if you were on the open deck of a ferry. A vintage hard wool pea jacket is the ideal garment, as are wool thirteen button bells and a worsted wool mock turtle neck sweater -30-
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Friday, February 8, 2019

People Just Coped

I got an email from across the country wishing me well in the so-called snowmageddon that is promised for Seattle. Patience is in order. Omitting the melodrama of broadcast video weather reporting has saved me days of aggro since I quit tv. I can scan the weather report on line in two seconds. The e reserve is in good order. What else do I need? It's fantastic luxury to face the week-end knowing the go-fer will bring home abundant vegetables and fresh fruit to see us through whatever develops. 

I've experienced my share of significant northwest weather events, and there wasn't that much to them, because I keep house the way my grandmother did in her parents' homestead cabin on the Olympic peninsula. Some depth in low-tech food storage and a meaningful supply of down bedding fill immediate needs. 

It was my sad privilege to join a friend at a historic restaurant in the Pike Place Market during the bitter days after Katrina hit. New Orleans was blacked out and drowning. My friend had lived, studied, and partied in the city for twelve years. We met to drink breakfast and pray. The waiter found out why we were there and brought a round on him. Karen, who was never able to resist joking that every Seattle woman owned her own chain saw, said that the people of the city had no tradition of field experience and no place to practice anyway.

Smug is not in order. I made an executive wardrobe decision a year ago based on the assumption that global warming made a down stadium coat redundant. I'm stuck in the house unless I decide to emulate street style to layer trousers and cover them with a skirt -30-

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Rooted Projects

I have some cuttings to propagate later this year. The project has me thinking about root development. I realized that if I set out a project in anticipation of completing it and it sits in one place more than a few days, it begins to strike roots. Use or lose makes a pretty good mantra -30-
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