Everyone Gets Old…

They say David Lee Roth can barely jump now-a-days but that’s okay because neither can I. The other day, I was crouched in a narrow passageway fusing a fiber and the prem tech that was working with me had to help me get up after I was done. I wasn’t always this way, it’s called getting old. Many years ago, I had a pretty serious fall on the job. I wrenched my left arm yet I kept on working, foolish me. I walked around barely able to lift that arm. If that happened today, I would have been on workman’s comp for at least 4  to 6 months.

I guess the body breaking down is part of getting old. There was a time when I didn’t have a gray hair on my head, now the gray is creeping up to over take the black ones. I wonder if David Lee Roth ever thought that a high kick would be hard to impossible? These past three days of rest have given me a little insight. The first revelation was, I had been running on adrenaline and that was drying up quite quickly.  Secondly, when you’re young, you feel as if you’re unstoppable. They say sixty is the new forty and forty is the new 30… I’m confused. This too will pass.

Boycott The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company…

CWA workers are on strike against Randell Stephenson and his board of directors. They have given the order not to bargain in good faith. The three days off have been actually quite nice. I have rested, cut firewood and actually been able to resume my life. We all say we should have struck when they wanted us to work 14 hours a day in January and February but we didn’t because we actually care about our customers.

It’s common knowledge makes 49,000 dollars an hour yet he wants to push more of our health costs on to us. He’s always claiming how he cares about his team of employees but he and his buddies outsource his job to India and other Third World countries. This past winter I never worked so hard and repaired a lot of lines that were brought down by the harsh winter rains. I’m tired and spent. This too will pass

Crossing Paths

This afternoon I attempted to do a little firewood yoga in the heat of the mid-day. I got thru cutting 15 rounds before I was drenched in sweat. At that point I said, “Enough.” It was right then that a deer and her daughter came walking up a path cut thru the dense forest by other deer. They stopped and watched me as I watched them, neither of us made any fast moves. 

The mother deer then motioned to her child that it was time to move on down the path. I put the bar shield on the chainsaw and covered the oil and gas with an orange mini-tarp. Behind me, I noticed the same deer had swung around me and were keeping an eye on my actions. I called out to them, “How did you two get over there?” They didn’t respond. “Well have a good mother daughter day.” I said… 

For the rest of the afternoon I lay hearing NPR’s Saturday program line up. Some shows interested me, others didn’t. It was nice resting today and I really didn’t realize how tired I was. Earlier this morning I cut the remaining rounds where the trees fell during one of the past storms. Now I rest until the day cools. This too will pass

Donut Mecca…

Are donuts good for you? You be the judge. I love donuts and this shop has the best donuts a person could want. Thank goodness I don’t pass this way everyday because I would be totally addicted to their product. I don’t know how many times I’ve driven down this section of Highway 12 and never stopped here. It’s on the main drag but there’s little if any street parking. Caltrans has been paving this section of the highway and installing sidewalks…

Yesterday, I made a point to stop here and now I’m totally and completely hooked. I had a single chocolate cake donut that was so nice my eyes watered with joy. No, it wasn’t the tree pollen in the air, the only thing I’m allergic to is bad donuts. Of course, I had to have a bottle of milk to wash it down. My God it was good, crispy on the outside and moist on the inside… 

The owner, Sinat Liv, is a big dude with a crew cut hairstyle and you wouldn’t want to mess with him. He immigrated from Cambodia in 1975 and has owned this place for 17 years. He says his Danish and Donuts shop is open 6 days a week and I actually got a few minutes to talk to him. What a nice human! This too will pass

Time On My Hands…

The winter’s mud is now just a memory and work has again begiun on The Firewood Temple. Daylight will show its face soon so I can head back into the forest to resume what I was doing yesterday. During the summer months, I tend work until it gets uncomfortablely hot then I take refuge in the air-conditioned RV and nap. Later in the day, I find a place to work where the shade blocks the sun’s intensity. 

Three days off in a row is actually wonderful. I did things, I neglected to do while I was working. The RV needed to be registered by the 1st of May and because I waited, the fees went up. Oh well, that’s the price you pay for the delay. We live in a society where time and deadlines matter. Often I think back to when there were no time rules and dream of a simpler time…

The only thing that really counts is this very exact moment. Sure you can mess up quite a few of your future moments by not paying your taxes on time or robbing a bank but generally it is this exact moment that means everything. I’ve noticed that if you plan ahead, it rarely turns out as you thought it would. My departed friend, Tooncie, never planned his day and he did just fine. Of course, one needs to leave for work at a certain time but other than that, I let the moment just happen. This too will pass

The Nap To End All Naps…

After a day of cutting firewood and helping Rob finally get the septic system ready for inspection, I laid down and closed my eyes. Four hours later, I poked my head out of the window to see a couple of deer grazing near the RV, they didn’t seem to care that I was checking them out. Reaching for the phone, I said, “If Toonce had been here with me, he would awoken me with a handful of sharp claws on my back.” That’s how he showed his love, oh that and spraying….

The Sonoma Valley baked today and yet at The Firewood Temple a cool breeze kept things just right. My God it was gorgeous here today. I’m not saying it in a bragging way but man oh man the morning was crisp and clear followed by a warm afternoon. I paid my car loan payment and the teller guy said, “We are truly blessed to live in such a beautiful place!” I agreed with him.

As lunchtime approached, I called out to Rob, “You want a Picazo burger? Don’t say no.” He replied, “Yeah why not? That sounds good.” I jumped in the car and headed down the hill. Up above the temperature read 84 but below it was 90. My little cafe that’s empty in the morning was packed with wine tourists. Everyone in shorts, wearing sun hats and white sunscreen. Sal said, “Hello my friend. The usual?” The usual being two cherry turnovers. “No. Two burgers to go.” I replied. 

“Summer is coming and this is what makes up for the bleak months.” He said in his heavy accent. A few minutes passed and he said, “Ok my friend. You are ready to go. See you soon I hope. It’s a lovely day to live here!” I replied with a nod and a smile. This too will pass

Firewood Yoga…

After months and months of rain and incessant overtime, today was the first day I did my morning yoga practice. It felt so refreshing to assume the poses: downward saw, upward log lift. I did a good four hours until I knew I had reached my limit. Once the logs were turned into rounds, then de-brushing was practiced. 

Trees have their own living and dying. This cluster of fallen trees had their own story of what caused their demise. The once mighty oak tree suddenly snapped at its base after five years of drought. It toppled over and brought down three other victims. What’s that saying? The bigger they are the harder they fall… 

As soon as Rob gets the front end loader going, I’ll do more Firewood Yoga of gathering the rounds and splitting them. The splitter needs a little work done to it before that can happen. A five inch L of metal broke off the piston guide and it needs to be welded on before the machine can do its job. It’s 3:05pm and I’m totally spent…. This too will pass

42 Days Beat My Record…

It was exactly 42 days ago that I had a day off. Last night, Rob and I worked a cable failure till 2am; he then dropped me off at the bottom of the hill forty-five minutes later. This morning I slept until 7:30, it’s not that I decided to sleep in and I would have slept longer but a cawing crow woke me up. Where’s Tooncie when you need him? He kept the crows high in the trees…

The Communications Workers of America have called a strike against The Word’s Largest Telecommunications Company and it’s about time. We should have gone on strike during the height of the storm when they were begging us to work but we didn’t. Toonce died in the dead of the rainy season and just yesterday I moved his old cat box to the pile to be sent to the dump. I miss that cat…

Unless they call the strike off, the next time I work will be Monday. I’m just laying here exhausted. I’m so damn tired. Mr. Toonce and I would have taken competing naps but he would always win for duration… This too will pass

It’s Unraveling… 

The Great American Experiment of hiring a businessman to run the country will be over soon and thankfully this Petri dish we call “our country” will not have been destroyed in the process. The spore we called The President was starting to become non-stoppable and quite frankly, out of control. He and his other one cell life forms were bent on taking over the culture and way of life.

Even some on The Right have had enough of this failed experiment. They are starting to see that The Orange One has loose lips and you know what happens to ships. I can just imagine how he told FBI Director James Comey to lay off General Flynn’s investigation. General Flynn was technically a spy working for the Russians or at least getting paid by them… If this had been the 1950’s, General Flynn would have had a cell next to Julius and Ethel Rosenberg at Sing Sing awaiting his sentence. 

Yet we still have those who still support Rtump who after all the recent trouble still think he’s a good guy. Folks, the man is not Presidential, he’s a total moron. The fact is, he would sell us out for a smile and a few good words spoken of him. I’m sure the Russians were laughing all the way back home after meeting with Our Fool. This too will pass