For the next several months this will be dedicated to information pertinent to Allene M. Maddock. Her care has been assumed by Hospice as of 06Apr12.
Please feel free to call or write her. If you call be patient and take time to explain who you are. Currently she remembers, but you have to help her focus so she truly knows who she is talking to at the moment. We have to do this too, and I frequently say something like, "Yes this is Scott, your oldest."
Her phone is area code two-zero-six, and the number is 216 3816.
c/o Queen Ann Manor
100 Crockett Street
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Warm Cockles It's cold and dark and gray outside, A perfect day for the fireside So cold and dark on the inside Can be banished to the curbside.
Send the yearning warmth in the heart Coursing to every wanting part Never too soon or late to start, Warming the soul is always smart.
Yeah Yeah I'll mash his face to a pulp I'll stomp his toes 'til they're blue I'll steal his food, every gulp Aren't you happy, he's not you?
My Winter vacation didn't work out as nice as last year. I wasn't able to take the entire two weeks, so lost three or four days off the front. Then the cold snap was a bit much. Very little writing was done, just a little bad poetry and finishing the solo performance piece so that I have written down what I actually did. I assume the poetry is bad because I have very little experience, and meter does not yet get much attention. I'm still striving for syllables and rhymes.
I expected the second full week would give me time in the converted school bus to get in some uninterrupted writing time. Wrong. My trip from Duncan (on Vancouver Island) to Denman Island (a Gulf Island a mile off of Vancouver Island) was delayed a day until Monday the 15th because of 14 inches of new snow. It was dark by the time I arrived, and -7C (19 degrees F). Good exercise -- it is between and third and half mile walk to the bus, through about a foot of snow, ironically it was deeper on the trail thanks to drifting and the break in the canopy. The hoar frost was stunning in the moonlit fields. One of my poems is about that image.
The trip to the bus was pleasant, then it took a lot of work to start the fire. The wood was damp, and the fire start cubes helped. Finally I got a blaze going, and with two pairs of sleeping bags, one inside the other, and a couple layers of clothes I went to bed. I expected I'd wake up really toasty and have to shed some clothing. Instead, I started shivering about an hour later. The damp wood fire just wasn't enough to bring up the temp. I finally admitted defeat and trekked back to the house.
The next day I hiked down to the bus every two or three hours with dry firewood, and it was a bit warmer so I had a comfy night and morning. Then it started snowing heavily, dumping at least another 14 inches by Wednesday evening. And cold again, then even colder. Just a little more of a snow challenge than I would have enjoyed. Instead of a writing retreat, I felt like a nuisance (though I wasn't treated as such). I was really looking for more solo time to write and decompress. Didn't really do either very well. Still I was out of the office for a while and that helps.
The snow wasn't going anywhere, and every day it seemed we got a few more inches to make up for any settling or sublimation, keeping the total at more than two feet. The challenge became getting my car out. The first 3/4 mile was their unplowed driveway and start of the public dirt road. We ended up hiring a backhoe to get me to the plowed portion of the provincial dirt road -- only $60 Canadian, which I didn't mind a bit covering. Then it was 200 miles last Saturday, mostly on packed snow and ice. Made for a long day.
I of course left my chains at home, but they came in handy on Tuesday, so I was able to come into the office. I found I don't like working remotely for a couple reasons. One, is it blurs the line between life and work which could be fixed by setting up a separate office, and secondly my home set up is not so ergonomic. It would take some different furniture to set it up for working long stints. Right now I'm in the office watching the heavy snow try to turn to rain.
And, here is a clip at Aaron and Sonya's I took a week ago today. I'd like to edit out the rough transitions. Moving tripod in deep snow = klunky. The horses loved the canters (0:50 and 3:15) in the snow. I suspect they were aware of their rooster tails.
I saw a pedestrian hit at 1st Ave N and Mercer St. I was on 1st waiting for the light, which is one way northbound, and I noticed a car turning left suddenly stop. I looked and saw the pedestrian hit the ground hard. I hadn't noticed the pedestrian prior to that, as it was dark and rainy and she was wearing dark clothes.
I pulled foward and parked in the second parking lot on the left, at St. Paul's which has the scalloped chalet roof. I was delivering a stage prop I'd built, and once the police arrived I went down to let them know what I'd seen. He had no interest in me as a witness, and was snidely curt in the way of the career beaurocrat at the DMV. Disclaimer here, I haven't met that kind of jerk at the DMV since I went to Bremerton in the 70's. Good luck, or simply an inaccurate stereotype.
Who ever you are, I hope you recover as quickly as I did when I went down on the motorcycle. A scare and bad bruising is more than enough for anyone to deal with, and again I hope you have the same lack of lingering injury.
I believe it was an accident in the truest sense of the word. Poor street lighting, and lousy conditions. I imagine the driver feels horrible. It's made me pay extra attention to crosswalks...
I recently started FaceBook and enjoy it. I like reading people's status updates, kind of min-blogs. I was just added as a friend by one of the many really good actors I know. We worked on The Cherry Orchard, and have crossed paths several times since. I've seen his name pop up several times in the "people you may know" frame. I hesitated to add him because we aren't well acquainted and I think he is very talented. Stupid, I know.
I've been thinking about how shy I was, and realize I am still very shy and every time I reach out to a potential friend or even an established friend I still have to ignore those self doubt thoughts. I've just learned to more often work outside my comfort zone.