now in the high desert

May 22, 2009

desecration of the rock

Filed under: Uncategorized — ladyofmaine @ 11:05 am

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the brain of a man in possession of the controls of heavy equipment migrates to his butt and stays there until he leaves the seat of power in said heavy equipment.

However little known the abilities of such a man may be on first entering a home construction site, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of surrounding women, that he is considered to have lost the use of his prefrontal cortex by them as long as he remains in the machine.

There is a beautiful rock a few feet west of our cottage at the lake that I have always enjoyed. It is quite large and covered with a two to four inch mantle of centuries of leaf mould which supports a lovely colony of dainty little woodland plants. Decades ago a cedar tree sprouted in this mini lushness and not finding sufficient nourishment sent it’s roots down the sides of the boulder into the earth. The tree is over twenty feet tall and appears to caress the ancient stone and watch over the diminutive garden.

Last fall we decided to have a foundation put under the camp and I made very clear to the man in charge my feelings about the rock and my desire to preserve this beautiful natural work of art.

Today I went in to the lake to start working on restoring the natural order of things after heavy equipment had ravished the whole area around the cottage. My beautiful rock had been abused and violated. He (may his brain forever STAY in his posterior) had dumped two flat rocks onto it that slid down the sides, tearing off most of the soil and cutting one of the cedar roots from the side. The little plants on the remaining small patch of soil had valiantly come forth and bloomed but they were sickly and truly made my heart ache. I don’t know if the cedar will survive and I am unsure about how to restore the tiny woodland garden.

I was so steamed I worked hard outside all day but even now, though I am so tired I can barely finish this, there is a sense of real wonder at the callousness and idiocy of a supposedly sentient adult.

May 10, 2009

minnesota

Filed under: Uncategorized — ladyofmaine @ 8:21 pm

We’ve had a great stay here. The weather has, for the most part, been sunny and beautiful. Apple trees, spring flowers and now lilacs are blooming everywhere and help to make a stroll on the walking paths a lovely experience.

We arrived last Thursday on the 30th just in time to see Marcus perform an Indian dance with his class at a local park.
He is also taking piano lessons and I’m suprised at how well he does for having taken lessons for only several months. Baseball is another activity Marcus is enjoying this spring along with sharpening his skills at “arm farting”…oh, to be
almost nine again!

I was also surprised at the progress Lidia has made with violin since last November. Her hard work (and a new violin) has really paid off and I loved listening to her practice. I also had the chance to sit in on her Irish dance lesson. What a workout! Lydia’s tenacity in working towards a goal will be a great asset to her in life.

Friday night we attended Bernie’s dance recital and I realized again what a natural performer she is. One would think she had been raised in front of a camera…so comfortable and completely at ease in front of that big audience! We
celebrated her seventh birthday on Saturday, the 9th.

Also on Saturday we were treated to the musical “Oliver” performed by Georgie’s middle school. Georgie played bass in
the pit band and I had a great view of her during the performance. They all did a splendid job and I enjoyed it very much. Georgie gives up her room to her grandparents when we visit and sleeps on the floor of the “play” room and we appreciate her sacrifice. I’ve also loved hearing her practice the cello while here.

My big problem has been my camera which isn’t focusing properly. I expect there is a setting that needs adjustment
but haven’t found it yet. What a bummah!

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