THROW IT OUT
you dont want it anymore
its gone
past
bin did
happy new year
hmmmmmmmm
now what
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
wild ice
From: "Katherine Hunter"
Date: Sun, Jan 13, 2002, 12:42 PM
To: daveworld@3sheep.com
Subject: wild ice
did i tell you about skating on the lake this year ?
after a longish lateish and warmish Indian Summer the temps went
fiercely cold in early December / down to ten degrees and less / to zero
even / with no precipitation at all / no rain / no snow / no nuffin /
and not a cloud in the sky day or night / and no wind / no breeze / no
even a zephyr of delight
perfect conditions for perfect ice / wild ice
i drove out to see the lake / this is Ken's Lake / a man-made basin
scooped out between towering red rock walls / filled with icy waters
rushing down from the mountains above / in summer it is a swimming and
fishing hole and in the winter if we are lucky it is an ice rink / a
wild ice rink
the lake was like glass / a mirror perfectly reflecting the bright blue
sky above
i saw hovering over the lake a faint shadow of my former self / the
former self who yapped and yammered about skating so much that when i
went out last year to skate / all decked out in my nifty mature lady
cashmere skating skirt handknitted sweater / cutsy wootsy / there fore
stepping on the ice led to instant paralysis brought on by the chill
fear of falling down and breaking a hip
at a certain "age" one thinks a bit about smashing a hip
i was so intimidated by the vast expanse of ice that i barely cd kick or
glide much less smile
i dont know how big the lake is / no one seems to know / but it is so
big that if you skate to the other side you become a tiny figure / and
it is so big that hockey can go on over there and figure skating over
here and kids on sleds and dogs and all can go everywhere and sometimes
there is an ice fisherman or two
it is never crowded and such a big sky above
this year at xmas time i hear the ice is skatable / i run a tape through
my head of all the possible falls i will no doubt experience but i know
the fear is my bete noir and must be faced up to
i tried on my skates / the boots felt good / last year i had crashed my
bike and had a twisted foot / the blades are perfect from sharpening
last spring in the east / all i had to fear was fear itself
and then i erased all past skating history / forget about the rink in
maryland where i learned to skate exactly five years ago / where i
discovered it was possible for someone like me to have an ambition after
all (to be a skate guard/smile) and how embarrassing it was to not be
able to skate the lake last year and blah blah / i wd just go with my
skates like i did the first time when i was eight years old and if i can
skate okay and if not / well shoot / so what
the whole time i have been in Moab i nurtured an underlying current of
pondering why am i living in a town with no ice rink just because my
daughter is here and my mother too and it apears to be my life script /
and since the paralytic debacle on Ken's Lake last year i even doubted
my (need want desire) to skate
Doni and Kaki went with me / we took chairs / you have to go on the ice
with a chair to sit on to put on your skates / kaki sez you better wear
your helmet / er / no / but i did bring my mother's / dont laugh /
*walker* for those first unsteady steps and i did use my wrist guards
but !!!!!!!
as soon as i had my skates on i was up and out there / o mi gosh / it
was just like flying
this was absolutely the best ice i have ever skated bar none / not even
the ice specially zammed for Dorothy Hamil that time in Maryland
this ice had not a blip bump bubble ripple or wavelet / just clean clear
through / smoooooooth / s lick / slidey / and at the same time it was
almost "soft" and forgiving
some wild ice is just soooooo hard !!
no rocks either / KZMU our radio station had been admonishing folks not
to throw rocks on the ice to see if is frozen / so there was only one
rock and as soon as an ice fisherman went out with an augur to drill a
hole we knew it was safe at ten inches thick
there was still open water at the east side and the southern end and
here is another cool thing about the ice / when the sun drops down
behind the rim the temperatures lower causing the ice to heave and crack
much like Frost Heaves on the roads in Vermont / so the ice had cracked
majorly and the cracks filled in with fresh clear water and then froze
over again in the night to almost perfect seamlessness / you cd just
skim right over the cracks which varied from an inch wide to three or
four inches wide / of clear sparkling ice in contrast to the solid slab
it was abstract art
and another day you can see through the uppermost layers to a layer
below that had fragmented and then refrozen / you cd see the patterns
rather like tortoise shell / magical
the ice is live / it keeps on changing / it groans and growels when it
heaves and in the still of morning you can sit by the edge and hear the
water underneath gurgling and sloshing and moving about
one night it gently snowed / the lake is out in Spanish Valley and is at
a higher elevation than the town of Moab / there was a light dusting of
snow on the lake / skating on it felt like skating on champagne bubbles
giddiness came right up through my blades / through my boots / into my
feet
these skating days were / are some of the very best days of my life
skating with kaki and doni and dought running with us on the ice / she
loves the ice
a rambunctious gamboling puppy eating all the zucchini cake i brought
the old timer Moabi who came out to what was going on / wdnt put on
their skates until they got out their own augur and drilled a hole /
then put their beer in the ice / i skated with one cuze he sed he didnt
know if he cd stand up / and shoot he is older'n me / he was born in
1924 and was in ww2 / we had a good chat skating / he told me stories of
growing up in Moab and skating in the sluices (sloooz) which is the
wetlands between the town and the Colorado River
then they got their skates and brought back some wood for a fire
and a good time was had by all
Skaterina (starts all over again)
oh did i mention i never fell down / not even once
Date: Sun, Jan 13, 2002, 12:42 PM
To: daveworld@3sheep.com
Subject: wild ice
did i tell you about skating on the lake this year ?
after a longish lateish and warmish Indian Summer the temps went
fiercely cold in early December / down to ten degrees and less / to zero
even / with no precipitation at all / no rain / no snow / no nuffin /
and not a cloud in the sky day or night / and no wind / no breeze / no
even a zephyr of delight
perfect conditions for perfect ice / wild ice
i drove out to see the lake / this is Ken's Lake / a man-made basin
scooped out between towering red rock walls / filled with icy waters
rushing down from the mountains above / in summer it is a swimming and
fishing hole and in the winter if we are lucky it is an ice rink / a
wild ice rink
the lake was like glass / a mirror perfectly reflecting the bright blue
sky above
i saw hovering over the lake a faint shadow of my former self / the
former self who yapped and yammered about skating so much that when i
went out last year to skate / all decked out in my nifty mature lady
cashmere skating skirt handknitted sweater / cutsy wootsy / there fore
stepping on the ice led to instant paralysis brought on by the chill
fear of falling down and breaking a hip
at a certain "age" one thinks a bit about smashing a hip
i was so intimidated by the vast expanse of ice that i barely cd kick or
glide much less smile
i dont know how big the lake is / no one seems to know / but it is so
big that if you skate to the other side you become a tiny figure / and
it is so big that hockey can go on over there and figure skating over
here and kids on sleds and dogs and all can go everywhere and sometimes
there is an ice fisherman or two
it is never crowded and such a big sky above
this year at xmas time i hear the ice is skatable / i run a tape through
my head of all the possible falls i will no doubt experience but i know
the fear is my bete noir and must be faced up to
i tried on my skates / the boots felt good / last year i had crashed my
bike and had a twisted foot / the blades are perfect from sharpening
last spring in the east / all i had to fear was fear itself
and then i erased all past skating history / forget about the rink in
maryland where i learned to skate exactly five years ago / where i
discovered it was possible for someone like me to have an ambition after
all (to be a skate guard/smile) and how embarrassing it was to not be
able to skate the lake last year and blah blah / i wd just go with my
skates like i did the first time when i was eight years old and if i can
skate okay and if not / well shoot / so what
the whole time i have been in Moab i nurtured an underlying current of
pondering why am i living in a town with no ice rink just because my
daughter is here and my mother too and it apears to be my life script /
and since the paralytic debacle on Ken's Lake last year i even doubted
my (need want desire) to skate
Doni and Kaki went with me / we took chairs / you have to go on the ice
with a chair to sit on to put on your skates / kaki sez you better wear
your helmet / er / no / but i did bring my mother's / dont laugh /
*walker* for those first unsteady steps and i did use my wrist guards
but !!!!!!!
as soon as i had my skates on i was up and out there / o mi gosh / it
was just like flying
this was absolutely the best ice i have ever skated bar none / not even
the ice specially zammed for Dorothy Hamil that time in Maryland
this ice had not a blip bump bubble ripple or wavelet / just clean clear
through / smoooooooth / s lick / slidey / and at the same time it was
almost "soft" and forgiving
some wild ice is just soooooo hard !!
no rocks either / KZMU our radio station had been admonishing folks not
to throw rocks on the ice to see if is frozen / so there was only one
rock and as soon as an ice fisherman went out with an augur to drill a
hole we knew it was safe at ten inches thick
there was still open water at the east side and the southern end and
here is another cool thing about the ice / when the sun drops down
behind the rim the temperatures lower causing the ice to heave and crack
much like Frost Heaves on the roads in Vermont / so the ice had cracked
majorly and the cracks filled in with fresh clear water and then froze
over again in the night to almost perfect seamlessness / you cd just
skim right over the cracks which varied from an inch wide to three or
four inches wide / of clear sparkling ice in contrast to the solid slab
it was abstract art
and another day you can see through the uppermost layers to a layer
below that had fragmented and then refrozen / you cd see the patterns
rather like tortoise shell / magical
the ice is live / it keeps on changing / it groans and growels when it
heaves and in the still of morning you can sit by the edge and hear the
water underneath gurgling and sloshing and moving about
one night it gently snowed / the lake is out in Spanish Valley and is at
a higher elevation than the town of Moab / there was a light dusting of
snow on the lake / skating on it felt like skating on champagne bubbles
giddiness came right up through my blades / through my boots / into my
feet
these skating days were / are some of the very best days of my life
skating with kaki and doni and dought running with us on the ice / she
loves the ice
a rambunctious gamboling puppy eating all the zucchini cake i brought
the old timer Moabi who came out to what was going on / wdnt put on
their skates until they got out their own augur and drilled a hole /
then put their beer in the ice / i skated with one cuze he sed he didnt
know if he cd stand up / and shoot he is older'n me / he was born in
1924 and was in ww2 / we had a good chat skating / he told me stories of
growing up in Moab and skating in the sluices (sloooz) which is the
wetlands between the town and the Colorado River
then they got their skates and brought back some wood for a fire
and a good time was had by all
Skaterina (starts all over again)
oh did i mention i never fell down / not even once
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
the Dark Start Regulars
me and Dot and Dought are not the only early morning walkers on the mill creek parkway (the bike path that winds through town)
there are the Dark Start Regulars
there is a pair of women and a trio of women / there is an elderly gent on a bcycle who rings a bell as he comes up behind / there is an elderly couple who also stop to pet Dought / there is Jace who works at the shifty markup (city market) / he carries a flashlight and a big stick
i wonder if he carries the big stick because of the bear
a few years ago i went on a river trip down Desolation Canyon / it was fall of a drought year / there were many warnings of bears / rafters had been attacked in their tents
bear scat sightings were marked on beaches to notify incoming campers
we had dought along to check out campsites before we came ashore / that's when i changed her name from Doubt (not a shadow of a) to Dought / as in courageous resolute and brave / also Scots for cute
well, Doughty across the pond
we saw one bear, a young one, happily bathing, splashing in the river close to shore
later, back in Moab, walking the bike path where it passes the Youth Garden Project i spied an unmistakable pile of bear poo / there was more in the garden too / the bear ate the lettuce
he/she had eaten some fruits / something like loquats / these grow on the only tree in town it is all the way on the other side of Main Street / well there is a tunnel under Main Street so he didnt have to cross over
i more or less expect to see a bear on the bike path sooner or later
we started this Dark Start business in the summer when it is too hot to walk later in the day / i expected to give it up when it got cold / maybe switch to driving up to the slick rock later in the day
but i am hooked on the morning jaunt and gosh, so is everyone else of the Dark Start Regulars / we are all out there every morning / ten degrees today !
brrr
there are the Dark Start Regulars
there is a pair of women and a trio of women / there is an elderly gent on a bcycle who rings a bell as he comes up behind / there is an elderly couple who also stop to pet Dought / there is Jace who works at the shifty markup (city market) / he carries a flashlight and a big stick
i wonder if he carries the big stick because of the bear
a few years ago i went on a river trip down Desolation Canyon / it was fall of a drought year / there were many warnings of bears / rafters had been attacked in their tents
bear scat sightings were marked on beaches to notify incoming campers
we had dought along to check out campsites before we came ashore / that's when i changed her name from Doubt (not a shadow of a) to Dought / as in courageous resolute and brave / also Scots for cute
well, Doughty across the pond
we saw one bear, a young one, happily bathing, splashing in the river close to shore
later, back in Moab, walking the bike path where it passes the Youth Garden Project i spied an unmistakable pile of bear poo / there was more in the garden too / the bear ate the lettuce
he/she had eaten some fruits / something like loquats / these grow on the only tree in town it is all the way on the other side of Main Street / well there is a tunnel under Main Street so he didnt have to cross over
i more or less expect to see a bear on the bike path sooner or later
we started this Dark Start business in the summer when it is too hot to walk later in the day / i expected to give it up when it got cold / maybe switch to driving up to the slick rock later in the day
but i am hooked on the morning jaunt and gosh, so is everyone else of the Dark Start Regulars / we are all out there every morning / ten degrees today !
brrr
Thursday, December 01, 2005
a risky tactic
announcing intentions to NOT do something is a risky tactic
since ones brain does not hear NOTs
which cd just as easily be KNOTS
therefore no more (smile) declarations of intent
::::::::>>>>>>><<<<<<:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
fresh squeezed orange juice with a shot of raspberry flavored B-12 with Folic Acid
since ones brain does not hear NOTs
which cd just as easily be KNOTS
therefore no more (smile) declarations of intent
::::::::>>>>>>><<<<<<:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
fresh squeezed orange juice with a shot of raspberry flavored B-12 with Folic Acid
abstinence makes the heart grow fonder
oh i feel self righteously better already
of course it is only 7 o'clock in the morning
of day One
heh indeedy
of course it is only 7 o'clock in the morning
of day One
heh indeedy
notes on being a Practicing Alcoholic
ohyeah i can answer all those questions on Are You An Alcoholic ? lists
well not the one about job interference / i dont have a job
and not the one where you drink first thing in the morning
that does make one erp
and not good practice for a well rounded Practicing Alcoholic
see there is Managed Moderation / smile
today however i embark on a new phase
someone near and dear to me has given up something near and dear for thirty days
impressed and inspired i decide to give up something near and dear to
Balance Through Contrast you know
in two weeks i will chalk up 72 years of life in this planetary zone / i wd not like to be in the Old Lady Drunk category
well not the one about job interference / i dont have a job
and not the one where you drink first thing in the morning
that does make one erp
and not good practice for a well rounded Practicing Alcoholic
see there is Managed Moderation / smile
today however i embark on a new phase
someone near and dear to me has given up something near and dear for thirty days
impressed and inspired i decide to give up something near and dear to
Balance Through Contrast you know
in two weeks i will chalk up 72 years of life in this planetary zone / i wd not like to be in the Old Lady Drunk category
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