Mammatus Clouds

One of the projects for today was to ready my t-shirt for the Summer Reading Program.  It starts tomorrow and the theme is dinosaurs.  The kids will see lots of slogans - 'Unearth a Story', 'Velocireader', 'Bookasaurus', 'Wild about Reading', 'Dinosaurs didn't read and look what happened to them', etc.  Librarian Trevor wanted all of us to wear a dinosaur t-shirt of our choosing.  Amazon has a lot of them but I wanted to try something different.  I have a t-shirt I rarely wear 'cause of the color. ( I like teal but heather-teal doesn't do anything for me.)  Thought I'd add a dinosaur applique each week of the program.  Eight  embroidered applique's might be heavy for a cotton t-shirt -  can always add applique's for the last weeks to jeans or shoes I suppose.   Started out w/ the very recognizable T-Rex.  Placement on the shirt became a problem.  Thought I'd put the first one left of my heart.  How to keep it positioned correctly - not leaning too far forward nor sitting back on it's tail - became an issue.   Finally decided that even if it was crooked, this was for kids enjoyment.  I don't  plan on wearing this t-shirt around town afterward.  As it happens, after I had ironed it on both sides, I'd done a good job at getting it exactly where it should be.  Could hear the approaching thunder storm by the time I hung the t-shirt up in the laundry room to cool down.    Whip and I went out on the deck.  She played a game of find-the-treat-Susan-throws and I watched the clouds blow through w/ the backdrop of deep thunder.   When the rain started we both went inside.  Every few hours another storm would blow in and we would go outside to greet it.   Of course, I had taken a shower before the first storm:  Always face the possibility of losing power w/ clean hair.

Highbush Cranberry blossoms

Awoke to the sound of a gentle rain on the roof.  The forecast was right!  Just in case it did rain I'd mowed the lawn and all of the trails yesterday.  Nice to know that task is done if the rest of the forecast for rain all week turns out to be correct also.  Walked out onto the deck.  Even w/ a light rain, the rain barrel was now full.  I removed the hose, turned the diverter off, and put a lid on the rain barrel.

Since it was raining, I drove over to Churchville, picked up a coffee, groceries, a garden hose, and lunch.  As I parked my car back in the garage, my phone rang.  Town Planning Commission leader Roger said he'd like to have the Temporary Moratorium on Data Centers ordinance ready by the next Town Board Meeting so he could present it. That's Thursday.  I'd planned on doing that anyway so it was just a matter of moving it up on my priority schedule.   After eating lunch I typed it up.  There isn't much to it - our state allows town's to make a moratorium ordinance of up to one year on anything the town has a concern might adversely affect the community in order to give the town time to research and determine what, if anything, should be done.  Sent it out to the Planning Commission members for review.

It stopped raining before sunset.  Whip and I jumped in Jormungandr.  I'd seen flowers while I was mowing I wanted to get a picture of.  Forgot that many flowers close up at night or on cloudy days like today.  As we headed down a path a doe popped up out of the hay field.  Grass is tall enough that she had been hidden.  Whip began barking and she took off - bound, bound, stop, look over her shoulder at us, bound, bound, stop, check us out again.  Pretty obvious she was saying, "Look at how easy it is to chase me, come on."  Pretty sure she had a fawn hidden nearby.  Would have thought fawns were old enough to be following mom by now.  We drove on and checked out Bifrost.  Was happy to see some weeds growing on top of it.   The area is shady but fortunately weeds will grow anywhere.  Their roots will stabilize the gravel put down last year.

Tick count 11.

Surrealist Clouds

Checked my pulse rate this morning - still normal.

Yesterday Librarian Trevor had a volunteer meeting.  Next week starts the Summer Reading Program and he wanted to go over the paperwork and processes.  One good thing, Coordinator Sarah nixed the idea of young children using port-o-potties.  We'll have to post a volunteer  outside the one working bathroom in the building.  Our community isn't ready for unisex toilets. 

Trevor also said he didn't have a volunteer to work the next day (Saturday).  I used to do the Saturday stint at the library all of the time but that was a few years back.  I volunteered.  My first patron today was a man looking for picture books for an adult.  I showed him our non-fiction section around the area of animals and plants.  Also pointed out the oversized book area.  I figured oversized books are often that way because they are full of pictures.  He checked out four books and a jigsaw puzzle.  I checked out the books but said to just take the jigsaw.  We didn't care if/when he returned it..  (We do have an overabundance of jigsaws at the moment).  A couple of people came in to work on the computers.  Then a mom w/ her two kids.  The young boy (8 years old?)  asked if he could "spin the wheel".  The prize wheel is already set up for the Summer Reading Program but the program doesn't kick off until Thursday.  I gave him the paperwork and explained if he read for two days next week he could have a spin at the wheel.  His mother asked for a second copy for his younger sister.  The kids went into the children's section and came back w/ books to check out.   Both the boy and his sister then found used books they wanted to buy from the For Sale rack.  The boy showed me the book he wanted and asked how much it cost.   "How much do you want to give me?"  We aren't setting prices on sale books this year - more a donation.  "25 cents?" the little boy asked.  "Perfect." I replied and I got 25 cents from him and 25 cents from his sister for her book.  There was something in the boy's eyes that said he wasn't completely satisfied.  "Would you like to spin the wheel - even if you don't get a prize."  That was it.  His eyes brightened and he nodded his head.  Both kids spun the wheel and seemed just as excited about the prizes they might have won as if they had actually received something.  He waved happily to me as they all left the library.  OK ... I'm not really used to children but once in a while they can be adorable.

Checked my pulse rate tonight - still normal.

Tick count 1.

Interrupted Fern

Neighbor Anita and I drove over to the hospital for my 2 p.m. check in.  I was picked up by a nurse almost immediately and went in to the room where they would do the  cardioversion procedure.  I was to be the last patient of the day - the last of the week.   The nurse asked the usual type questions, attached a lot of electrodes and I could hear my heart beat.  If my heart had converted back on it's own to a normal rhythm, no need for this procedure.  Nope - not a steady rhythm.  The nurse went off to let the doc and anesthesiologist  know.  Since I couldn't go too far w/ all of the wires hanging off me I amused myself w/ trying to make the heart beats either speed up or slow.  Thought of riding in the Preakness.  Nope.  Pretended I was on death row and just waiting for a lethal injection.  Nope.  Thought of sitting in the grass (after tick season of course) w/ the dog watching clouds go by.  Nope.  Tried making each part of my body relax.  Nope.  Thought about our president - maybe raised my heart rate a bit.  The anesthesiologist came in and told me what to expect.  He asked if I had any questions.  I asked how to make your heart rate change and he told me to tense up and the rate would go down.  He left to get something and I tried it.  Nope.  My arms were put atop pillows since they didn't want them to smash into the guard rails when I got zapped.  The anesthesiologist put a roll of gauze between my teeth so I wouldn't bite anything.  The doc came in. put a pad on my chest and another on my back.  Suddenly he was taking off his gloves and the anesthesiologist  was removing the oxygen tube from my nose.  Somewhere in there they had zapped me once and my heart had gone back into a regular rhythm.  All I have as proof that it happened is a slightly sore spot on my chest where the patch had been placed.  (Wonder when they removed it?)  I checked my brain function by going through some of my fav lists - star names by alphabet (you know ... Aldebaran, Betelgeuse, Castor, Denebola ...), Chinese Zodiac, South American countries and their capitals.  I didn't seem to have any difficulty recalling so  the anesthetic had worn off pretty quick.   Anita drove me home.  I checked my pulse rate later - still in regular rhythm.  Hope it stays that way.

Chokecherry blossoms

As the next step in getting my heart out of A-Fib, the hospital cardiology department called me about three weeks ago to schedule zapping me.  She said their earliest opportunity was on Friday, June 5 in the afternoon.  OK by me.   She said a nurse would call me ahead of the appointment to tell me what medicine I should not take that day, remind me no eating, which door at the hospital to go to, etc.  She also said she would set up a follow up appointment w/ my cardiologist about a week afterward.  Within a half hour of getting off the phone I'd gotten a text from my regular cardiologist's office confirming a follow up appointment date and time.  Earlier this week I got another follow up text from my cardiologist's office reminding me I had an appointment w/ her in a week.   This morning when I took my pills I wondered if I should have taken them all.  I hadn't received any communication w/ the hospital about tomorrow's appointment.  I didn't even have anything in writing or on-line verifying there was an appointment.  I waited until after 10 a.m. and called.  Eventually was connected w/ the hospital's cardiology department.  A nurse very slowly described precisely what I was to do tomorrow.  She talked so carefully I felt like she thought I was senile.  After the call I wondered if I was acting elderly - you know - demanding, wanting everything done immediately.   Nothing else for me to do but call Sister Connie.  "They talked to me like I was old!" I whined to her.  "You're over 70, you know."  she laughed.  She went on and agreed w/ me that the hospital could have contacted me earlier than they did.  Even if she was just placating me, I felt better.  Thinking about it, I'm probably not getting more difficult w/ age.  I've always been this way.

Tick count 5.

A Wild Rose

 

Mowed the back trails again.  Found one of the bird houses had been tipped over and the tree swallow eggs within taken.  My guess is a coon.  The house was still attached to the pole so the only access to the insides would have been through the opening the birds use - too small for a bear but probably not for a coon's hand.  I hate putting up bird houses that become feeding stations for the carnivores of the area.  

First meeting of the Town Planning Commission since February.  At that time, Chairman Roger had asked us to look into ordinances for Data Centers.  I have been searching but couldn't find any in my state.  I checked w/ the state towns' association which gives guidance in these matters but they had nothing to add.  Found suggested things to put into an ordinance but no ordinance template itself.   Our town is rural so we don't have any area marked as an Industrial Park.  A Data Center would need to be in an Industrial Park where there are facilities for water, power, and safeguards for the surrounding community.  The team decided to create an ordinance to put a moratorium on the county rezoning any part of the town for a year while we work out what we want to do.  The only up-side we talked about w/ having a data center in the town is we might be able to get taxes off them for road improvement or to make an emergency fund. 

Tick count 8.

Hawthorn blossoms

TV Commercials:

We've all seen the ad w/ a robot on a car assembly line going amuck.  The operator says they need someone who can code in COBOL to fix it   It never fails to remind me of my IT days.  Even back then we didn't use it for programming robots.  COBOL was a business processing language: readable and platform independent.  It is true, though, that if a program is working, companies won't spend the money to have it rewritten into something more up-to-date.  Even when they no longer employ anyone who knows the language.

I can't imagine why I'd buy Liberty Insurance.  I often see their commercials featuring an emu or the Statue of Liberty in the background.  For the entire commercial there will be only one sentence  pertaining to their product - often that if you buy more policies w/ them, it will save you money.  If that's the best they can come up w/ as a reason to use them,  I'll pass.

My hearing must not be great since a health insurance commercial has a woman emphasizing that people they insure "...aren't a dollar sign.  They aren't just another customer.  They are a NUMBER."  Figured no company would make an ad stating the absolute truth so I watched the commercial again and pretty sure she is saying "They are a MEMBER."

Tick Count 1.

Buttercup

I drove back home the long way past open fields.  They had been tilled but there was just a slight sheen of green over them.  Tiny corn shoots were emerging in rows for as far as I could make out.  

I haven't seen a fawn yet but have seen some does that look like they have hidden fawns in the deep grass.  Whip was nosing around in the meadow and I saw a doe coming up on her stiff legged.  Figured she was about to charge Whip so I whistled for her to come.  Later Whip and I went out in Jormungandr.  I stopped to take pics at Gorgeous Gorge when I saw another doe running up one of the paths, ears alert, checking out where Whip was running around.  Called the dog back again and the doe disappeared.  It's a good thing that I put Whip's shock collar on her.   I haven't needed to use it this year but if she actually found a fawn, I doubt she'd come back to me w/o a little encouragement.

Tick count 5.

Lilacs

 Couldn't face making breakfast this morning so bopped down to the village coffee shop and ordered a latte.  The shop had some delectable looking offerings on their shelf next to the cash register.   I asked the barista what she would recommend.  "My personal favorite is the cheesecake but the fruit Danish is very popular."  That's how my breakfast became a slice of cheesecake and a strawberry Danish.  Not the best but not bad.   Tomorrow I should be in the mood for cooking again.

I also picked up audio books that came in for me at the library.  I tried to explain the one I was most excited about to Librarian Trevor.  "It's Shakespeare's sonnets read by ..."   Suddenly couldn't remember the actor's name except that he was a Star Trek captain.  "...Captain Kirk."  The sonnets are actually read by Patrick Stewart who played Captain Jean-Luc Picard in the Star Trek franchise.  He's an actor w/ a mellow, liquid, and controlled voice perfect for Shakespeare.  When I considered what poetry would sound like if read by William Shatner (a/k/a Captain Janes Kirk) I started to laugh.   His staccato enunciation, frequent pauses and then rushed  way of talking would make the sonnets sound more like a political speech.

Tick count 14.

Vibrant Sunset

Neighbor Anita and I drove over to Sue's Greenhouse across from Windfall Lake.  It was another 80 degree day and I for one have grown tired of them already.  Anita had planted all of the herbs and vegetables she'd picked up earlier in the month.  Now she wanted to pick up a few flowers for a splash of color.  She went out into the greenhouse buildings while I found a chair in the shed by the cashier.  (Sitting there also kept me from buying anything more.)  The place was surprisingly busy for being so late in the planting season.  A couple stopped by to introduce themselves to Owner Sue as fellow nursery owners.  Their greenhouse was closer to the Big City but they had recently bought land nearby and were planning on building a home here.  I listened in on 'shop talk": which suppliers they liked, did they start pansy's from seed, how costly it was to keep the greenhouses warm during the cold spell we'd had, how each handled the left-over plants at the end of the year.  They swapped stories of weird/crazy/nasty stuff  customers had pulled.  The other growers left just before Anita was ready to check out.  Once we got back, Anita invited me in for coffee and one of her cinnamon rolls.  Have to practice making those this summer.

Dandelion

 

A beautiful day in the Northwoods.  The trees have leafed out.  The fields are green.  The sun is shining.  The birds singing.  Humidity is in the 40's and temp in the 80's.  OK, 80 is a bit high for the Northwoods but enjoyable as long as it doesn't last too long.

After morning chores - which now include watering the plants on the deck - were completed,  I sat at the computer, checked how the stock market was moving, and conducted some financial business.  Then drove into the library to pick up the teacups that are on display there.  Summer Reading begins next month and the coordinator is ready to pack the display case w/ the prizes that the children can win if they participate.  On the way back home I went past the coffee shop.  There are benches outside where on warm days the local men congregate.  The chairs were all in use and I thought it was getting pretty late in the morning for the guys to still be talking.  That's because it wasn't the older men of the community but highschoolers.  Maybe the senior class had a day off?  Anyway they all were licking ice cream cones.  Best advertisement the place could have.  I pulled over and got two scoops.  The chocolate was excellent.  The vanilla  just so-so.

Tick Count 3.

Not A Feather Out Of Place

 

This tom was strutting his stuff back and forth along my newly mown path.  I'm sure there was a hen nearby - maybe watching in the tall grass.  Tom seemed happy to have a 'carpeted' place where his object of affection could properly see him dance in all of his magnificence. Turkeys eat ticks.   Ticks aren't a major food source for them but if a turkey finds one it will be ingested.  I'm building quite the collection of frozen ticks.  Wonder if there is a turkey feeder I could fill w/ ticks?

I asked Google the geographical area where Black Racer snakes live (I don't think they got all of the worms in RFK Jr's brain).  Google AI came back stating they can't be found in my town.   Interesting but not what I asked.   Later I googled an old friend's name.   Google AI suggested I had misspelled the name since there were no celebrities w/ that exact name.  It then gave me a list of famous people w/ similar names.  Curious I looked up my own name which I share w/ a once famous TV character.  Up came my blog on the first page (usually it's at least 7 pages in since my blog isn't exactly popular and the TV character was.)    I'm concerned Google AI is making assumptions about me and I wonder with whom it is sharing that info.

Tick count 6.

Flowers for the Cemetery

 A good start to the day - saw a couple of bobolinks on the constitutional.  I've been watching for their return to the Northwoods.  Took off early for Churchville to pick up groceries.  It's an hour back and forth so got into the audio book I've started.  When I first got there I picked up a latte to get me going and the last thing was stopping by Taco Johns which thankfully offers a full menu whenever they are open.  I'll heat up my #8 later for lunch.  Took the pretty backway through the hills.  Still got home in time for one of my favorite movies Tora, Tora, Tora.  

Mowed the lawn yesterday.  Today I did the back trails.  I was able to cross on Bifrost this year so also mowed the back 80.  The back area has soil over sand/gravel.  A remnant from when the creek was bigger or wider or had a different channel.  The grass doesn't grow as lush back there.  Just higher up the ridge though the grass is thick and plentiful.  Interesting how topography changes things.

Picked up the flowers from the cemetery tonight just before sunset (when the cemetery closes).  I checked to see what the statue of an angus bull (it marks a gravesite) was wearing this year.  Last year it was Mardi Gras beads - this year a colorful lei.  I have to pass a gravestone engraved w/ "It's daylight in the swamps".  An old logger's call to say it's time to wake up - always gives me a smile when I go by.  My parents and grandparents would use the term to get us to wake up too.

Took a sunset ride on Jormungandr w/ Whip.  Afterward  I came inside and started working on the computer while Whip stayed outside listening to the noises.  Soon she came around the corner of the livingroom o let me know she was back inside.  I got up to shut the door but it was already shut.  Pretty cool if she did that on purpose.

Tick count 8.

Flowers for the Cemetery

Despite Memorial Day being called 'the unofficial start of summer' and weathermen stating "the first of June is the meteorological start of summer" I figure I still have almost a month to get all of my spring-time tasks finished until summer actually arrives.   Mowed the lawn for the first time this year.  Hated to cut all of those violets so I left a strip of them untouched in the back. When they stop blooming there will be flowers elsewhere in the lawn.   Also swung Svaldilfari out of the way of a turtle using a pathway to get to the next pond.  The herbs are out on the deck near the back door.  I took time off to check on the flowers in the cemetery.  Gave them a little drink of water to bide them over into tomorrow.  

I'm back to thinking I'm a heavy sleeper since Whip threw up on the bed's comforter sometime in the night.  I didn't discover it until this morning.  On the good side, I planned on washing that comforter anyway before I packed it away until cold weather returns.

Tick count 6.