Saturday, April 30, 2011

It's a Temblor

Not a tremblor.  

 Arizona roadcut reveals fault lines, taken on the fly (we're not stopping).
More drive-by photography.  I find fault lines to be deeply interesting...imagine the force of movement the earth must have made when creating these shifts.

Temblor is from the Spanish word 'Temblar', to shake.  It means exactly what we think it means, and it comes from the Latin:  tremulus, to shake.  Since California is a hotbed of shaking, and California once belonged to the Spanish, it makes some sense to me that we call earthquakes by what is essentially an Spanish word.  I do wonder, however, how temblor came to be in common usage.

I've been addicted to the Pacific Northwest Earthquake Tracker for quite a while now.  It records any earthquake larger than a 1.0 on the Richter scale.  Today, there have already been three; 1.1, 1.3 and 1.7 in various parts of the Puget sound area.  Yesterday there were 9 of them, three of which were at (surprise!) Mt. St. Helens.  St. Helens has not gone quiet, and there are several small quakes beneath Mt. Rainier on any given week, as well.

The only time that I have noticed a long period of earth quiet was for three days after the recent 9.0 quake in Japan.  We're all connected...sobering, isn't it?  I consider those daily mini quakes a comfort, a little 'steam' being let off, so to speak.  

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

And the (heart) beat goes on!

Youngest daughter had her cardiology check up today. They really want her to have a further open heart surgery to allow her heart to pump more blood, but since she's not any worse off this year than she was last year, we stay in a holding pattern for another year. She's made it 27 years on her three chambered heart, which got rearranged into 3 1/2 when she was two years old.  She was the first with her defect (double outlet right ventricle) to have a successful repair, and that is really saying something.  


Time to exhale :)

Don't you want to come and play?

I've been taking care of Charlie for a week now.  I thought it would be fun to teach her to 'shake' when she gets a treat.  After all, she's great at sit and stay, so why not?  It really, really isn't happening!  She jerks her paw away and looks at me like I'm a crazy person.  I haven't given up, but...

A couple of nights ago she was on the edge of the bed (as above) and dropped her toy over the edge.  I got up and retrieved it.  As soon as I sat back down at the keyboard she dropped it again.  As I retrieved it she did a teeny doggie dance of joy and I realized...she had trained me to retrieve the toy in only two tries!  

Well today is a better day, even if I'm off to the cardiologist with daughter #3.  It is fascinating to watch her get a cardiac ultrasound, even if the reason for it is borderline terrifying.  

Woof.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Charlie and the Giant Tomato

Posing in handmade Rwandan baskets.  Sold by the Rwanda Basket Co., whose motto is "Changing lives one basket at a time.", these baskets are beautiful, well made, and very reasonable priced.  Once thing that I truly loved when I received mine is the card attached to each one that tells the story of the person who made that basket.  Normally I keep other things in the larger one, not a doggie!
I didn't notice the cigarette butt on the curb until I put the photos on the computer, but it does illustrate how teeny tiny Charlie is!  Our little elf-dog.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Blog Rambling




Blogs I want to go back to:














What I have learned as I've wandered randomly through blogland: I think I'd really like living in Ireland. A great many people are so into scrapbooking (which should not even be a verb) that they devote entire blogs to it. I still don't get that. There are so many talented photographers and artists out there! Resisting hitting the 'translate' button would be a great way for me to brush up on my Spanish and French, and sometimes I even do it.

Portuguese still looks like funny Spanish to me. When I saw Four Days In September (with Alan Arkin, who should have been nominated for an Oscar for his performance), the movie was subtitled...it took me at least a third of the movie to realize why that Spanish sounded so 'different'. In my own defense however, I saw the movie right after an emergency root canal. And then I went to see The Spanish Prisoner (with an amazing performance by Steve Martin) at a different theater directly after that. David Mamet definitely messed with my mind that day. Well it was a rare weekend off from the kids and I wasn't letting a mere root canal mess it up...

You can learn a lot about a person by observing the amount of whipped cream they pile onto their pumpkin pie. There sure are a lot of Christian mothers who blog, but very few men who identify themselves as Christian fathers. When you share your birthday with a nephew, it's fun to have a garbage truck on your cake (what a great aunt this lady is!).

I've been cruising blogs to use up time until an Ebay auction I've been watching is done. While I really really really want the lot of Morgan Hill Poppy Jasper (only another rockhound would understand), it's going for over $40.00 now! I may put another bid in just for kicks, but I think there are rockhounds more insane than me that would immediately overbid me. Wait, it's up to 45.44 now! Craziness! Three minutes to go...can I restrain myself? I once had a boyfriend who lived in Morgan Hill (I am not making this up)...but the Scottish in me will keep my dollars in my pocket. One more minute...I'm not even tempted. 45 seconds...shucks I really wanted it...and it ends at $45.44. My brother lives a few miles from Morgan Hill...I'll go find my own darned poppy jasper! Guess I'll go obsess over the Crazy Lace Agate Slab instead....