Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Self-righteous 5am run blog.

I arose from my lovely, cool, library nest at 4:45am to run at 5am with my intrepid Squirrely friend this morning.

I could have stayed up all night reading someone else's books. 

I like to integrate books into (my own version of) their keeper's biography by trying to imagine which ones they bought on purpose, which ones they were given, which they found for twenty-five cents on ebay, which they would really like to get rid of, which were their favorites, which no longer align with their changing worldview, which were erroneously acquired in duplicate, which they haven't read yet, which they've read thrice over...

5am:  Felt a little quiet at first, as if my very existence may wake the neighbors.

As the darkness sank, we soon found some gritty topics to delve right on into. As usual, those persisted satisfactorily for the next 6+ miles:  People, puppies, ponies, psychology, protists, parasites, parents, plans, Piper.  Poor performance.   

We encountered the plants with exploding seed pods and little orange flowers -- what're those called?  Gotta email staff biologist, Jeff Walker...

I did not do very well on the last anatomy/phys. lab exam.  I am tempted to blame the horrible models, and having to take so much time off for work -- but of course it's truly and deeply my own fault, in every possible way.

There is quite a bit of farm work to be done over the next several days which normally isn't too much of a concern.  At least there will be hay to feed the flocks now, one way or another.  Thank you, weather.  

I am, in part, tending for 9 horses right now.   More than usual.  

Let's say each will eat around 250 bales a year.  I get about 300 for Shen.  I love haying season -- the smell, the physicality, the purity of the work.  The sweat.  The friends that come and help.  (RIP Angel, you'll be missed this year...)  The horses, watching us in wonder -- Shen likes big trucks and he really likes hay.

First it has to be taken off the wagon, then it has to get stacked.  Sometimes it doesn't arrive on a wagon, and we have to go get the bales up out of the field.  Emphasis on up.  And then it has to go up into the loft.  And then up again, into stacks, in the loft.  

Tom's bales are on the small side but Andy's are large.  I haven't weighed them in a while but you can use your imagination.  Do the math.  

Please, body...

Please.  

Hang on.

I am reading about the first SARS epidemic that started in 2003.  For the second time.  Superspreaders fascinate me.  Why is one person so infectious, and another, not?  Is the disease to blame, or is it something about the person it infects?

Someone here in the library just sneezed.  Could this be the NBO?  Sorry... I get all excited... ;-)

Today is very beautiful and I am fondly recalling memories of sailing with my Father in Penobscot Bay.

3 comments:

  1. Not jewelweed, is it? (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.sierrapotomac.org/W_Needham/Pictures/Spotted_Jewelweed_09_21_03.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.sierrapotomac.org/W_Needham/Spotted_Jewelweed_09_21_03.htm&h=430&w=574&sz=113&tbnid=bk8VLcrn_XFN9M:&tbnh=93&tbnw=124&zoom=1&usg=__BREKhfaFtSjBkRpsRE88DQfjrN4=&docid=uK8IzIEz4J3QzM&sa=X&ei=cUD6UZy9B8r-4AOfxoCoCw&ved=0CIIBEP4dMA4) If so, it's an awesome plant. Nature's cure for poison ivy. Open up it's stem, rub the liquid on the spot where the poison ivy touched you. It will counteract the oil. I love jewelweed!

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    1. I believe it is indeed jewelweed. And now that you say the name, I recall that I have learned it once before, and forgotten it, as is often the case, alas! I didn't know it was useful in dealing with poison ivy. Awesome. Thank you so much, Danielle!

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  2. Funny story. When we were hiking the AT, there was a TON of poison ivy. I hated it. I was incredibly vigilent about trying not to get it. So I was always so glad to find jewelweed along the trail. I'd pick a few stems up and carry them for the rest of the day so I could rub it on my legs at night before going to sleep. Then we were in the Shenendoahs, and I found some awesomely huge jewelweed plants. I was so excited! I picked a few and attached them to the back of my pack. We stopped at one of the stores to eat, and a ranger came up and said, "there has been a report of a hiker collecting and stealing plants... " All our friends pointed at me! I was horrified!!! In the end, the ranger just thought it was funny, but I learned - never take anything from a national park - someone might call the rangers on you! :-)

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