Saturday, October 22, 2005

I packed up the G4 and great heavy old monitor and we hauled it away to the shop, along with more books and miscellaneous items. On the way, I stopped several times to take snapshots of Alturas for you, and I snapped the shop interior and exterior a little more closely, and then I set up the computer and got ready to upstream the photos.

I had remembered the camera—hooray!—but had left the cable behind. Boo.

Next time for the pictures, then.

As of this minute, though, I've applied the second blue coat, and it looks pretty good. Next, the gold trim, some graphic elements, and we're done.

As we were leaving home to come here this afternoon, West Coast Live was beginning an hour of Spalding Gray interview excerpts in a pledge-drive tribute.

No! How could I leave and miss that?

But after I'd hooked up to the shop DSL (immediately) I Googled "West Coast Live tribute to Spalding Gray" and found this wonderful site you all probably know about already (http://www.prx.org/). I registered and listened, as I painted, to a series of excerpts from interviews conducted over the years by WCL's Sedge Thompson. It was wonderful hearing Gray's voice again, and poignant. I followed that up with a listen to one of six archived episodes from Radio Lab, a real treat, because I'd never heard that show before.

I recommend you give a listen to the PRX site. It's a great discovery.

Anyway, I'm winding up here at the shop and want to get this out to you before I leave. Sorry about the missing photos. It's age. It's menopause. It's paint fumes. Really, though, I was born this way. C'est la vie.
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There's such a hush this morning. It's late—almost 10:30—but I've been listening for a couple of hours. Some lovely bird sings at intervals from down in the willows. The crew that's arrived every day for a month to work on the house being built down the way didn't show up today, and so no overheard thin bleets of western music, no hammering, churning, beepbeepbeeping.

A helicopter went over about half an hour ago. I think my house sits in the flight path between Surprise Valley Hospital—kind of a triage unit, actually—and Mercy Hospital in the city of Redding 200+ miles to the west. These flights go over once or twice a week bearing the critically ill or mothers-to-be experiencing difficult labors.

I forgot to close a window, so the house got very cold overnight. But we slept late today, and by the time we awoke at 8:15 the sun had broken over the top of the ridge to beam against our windows and thaw us out. My brother sits at an angle to the sun as he plays cards downstairs and waits for me to get things going.

The dogs have been out and back several times and now lie sleeping here (Apple on the bed, Sally on the rug) without a trace of anxiety. I've already had my moment with Greta on the sunny side steps. Her favorite fair-weather morning ritual, to writhe on her back next to me on the steps in the early sun while I scratch her under her arms.

The frogs disappeared from the office for almost 24 hours, and I was feeling wistful, believing they'd gone away for the winter. But last night I went around watering plants before going to bed and when I poured the very cold water into the thicket of long spider plant leaves out one popped, alarmed, onto the kitchen table; I had moved the plant there temporarily the day before to get it out of the way of an office shelf we were carrying to the truck.

B&B for the froggies, it turns out.

I captured the little guy and carried him to the water dish on my desk. When I returned to watering, it occurred to me to look under the other spider plant leaves, and sure enough, the smaller, paler, more nervous frog blinked up at me.

So they do hang out together!

I snatched up that one, as well, to transport back home, but it was much more active and harder to hang onto, kept leaping from between my fingers onto the hard wood floor, but I was finally able to put her alongside her mate. [Now why would "smaller, paler, more nervous" mean "female frog" to me? For all I know males frogs are the smaller jumpier ones....] Then I moved the spider plant back to the office where it belonged, and marveled that the frogs hadn't emigrated to other rooms, but had stayed right with the plant for a whole day.


Later: Got the week's permitted one cup of coffee here, and a couple of dried figs, and Car Talk on the radio. Cookie dough half stirred up out in the kitchen. When the baked goods are safely cooling on the rack, we'll leave for town to give that shop wall a second coat of blue (didn't Miles Davis play that?) and set up the big blogging computer there (I decided to keep the laptop at home). Streaming radio, fumes of cheap paint, stacks and boxes of old books to trip over—what a way to spend a long Saturday afternoon.
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