Musings

In the middle of watching another wonderful documentary, totally different from “Chasing Coral“—watch it if you haven’t already.

Today’s is “Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin.” I remember the covers of her novels from the early Earthsea titles, the Hainish Cycle titles, and more, but I don’t remember reading a single one. Embarrassing. Time to track down several and inhale-read.

UKL had something in common with President Obama—both had one parent who was an anthropologist. Not too smug, am I? 😀

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Travel day, yuh. We walked to a bus station, took a bus to a train station, and this is on the train. So: bus; train.

Got off the train, checked bags, went through security, and got on the airport train. So: another train.

Then, from the international concourse: a flight.

Land ho! This is the roughly rectangular Molokai island, properly: Molokaʻi (almost correct…).

The Guru and I now have stepped on all 50 states of the USofA. And this is the US’s 50th state. Whatta coincidence. I won’t go into how the US government and US businessmen, along with a few well-meaning (hrrrrumph) missionaries, started wheedling these islands away from the people who “owned”/had them, beginning in the late 1880s at least. Finally, the coup was cemented in the 1890s, although statehood wasn’t until 1959. Colonialism in northeast Polynesia.

BTW, the Hawaiian language uses a glottal stop. This is denoted properly by a written symbol called ‘okina in Hawaiian. It is correctly a different symbol than a single quote or an accent grave, although they are frequently substituted (the former substituted here). TMI?

I’m thinking palm trees tomorrow?

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This is how far along the grapes are. These are wild grapes, I think, and the vines are quite productive this year. They have taken over the spreading juniper since The Guru had to remove one trunk of the sour cherry they used to hug. I bet the birds still get the fruit when it ripens, and we don’t snag more than two or three grapes (not bunches) per person.

We got to dine with five lovely young women and two of our age-set tonight. We laughed, we told stories, and we learned that “vinho verde” is not pronounced with Spanish phonetics. This makes sense because it is a Portuguese wine. The correct pronunciation of the second word is along the lines of “verdj(eh),” with the “eh” at the end just a hint. We sampled two tonight; one was still and the other had teeny bubbles, technically pétillance. Note that the green in the name refers to young/new/youthful, rather than the color.

Note that the grapes above are not a variety used in vinho verde. Or in wine. So far, anyway. Maybe not even technically a variety.

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Loving the low-angle morning light. And this rug. It’s seen better days, but we both like the color, so it stays (for now).

Stunning flower arrangement for the table…all from the garden and field. Great party followed!

Bumper crop of tent caterpillars this year. Friends are picking them off by the five-gallon bucket full. Yikes! I have heard of scat 💩; turns out that the same sort of output by insects is frass. I knew you wanted to know that.

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Apologies for the curt post yeasterday. I was amidst a complicated battery discharging/recharging regime. Judging by today’s data, it worked! Yay!

I’m pretty sure this is the messiest job site I’ve seen herebouts. Knew you’d want to be in the know. 🙃*

Just found out that the upside-down slightly smiling emoji indicates sarcasm. Alternate: 🙄 but this one can also mean playful—NOT the same.

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“Producto local” in Spanish means what you might guess in English. The basil is from our front yard/garden plants, and the pesto I made from these leaves was superb (and tasteeeee!).

These are Georgia peaches, albeit from the groc-store and not our property. We are so lucky to have the final droplets of last year’s maple syrup from our neighbors’ in northern Michigan (no-Mich?) to add to the peaches, and a new 2019 ration to turn to when those droplets are consumed.

We are living large, and very lucky.

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Little bit of precipitation last night…wowzer, these (redbud) leaves look mid- to late-summer.

I don’t think this means the bus tumbles. I hope.

We missed Summerfest in the neighborhood this weekend. Not sure what these are but my guess is they were to catch wastewater (like from sinks in food trucks).

First big basil harvest here in the ATL. Also have Thai basil for some Thai curry—wonderful eats this week!

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I do love ferns. So delicate.

A fellow was unloading a Sysco truck…is it true that every restaurant needs split box products? Popotes I understand—those are drinking straws in Mexican Spanish, a corruption of the Nahuatl/Aztec word for the plant stem used to make sweeping-brooms.

Realized I didn’t know the Spanish for fern—heh; turns out it’s helecho.

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Carolina jessamine buds. I think it’s a corruption/variant of jasmine.

Carolina jessamine flower. On the moss below above. Although I didn’t see any open flowers on the plant, only buds.

This was even more deconstructed. A petal wrack line. Without a coast, so I guess not a true wrack line.

Title refers to a line in an early season three episode of “Corner Gas,” our current binge-watching show. Go Saskatchewan!

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So, fumbling for a post-subject, I read WikiPee on symmetry. I was familiar with the geometry symmetries, but didn’t expect the symmetry of music—chords, scales, that kind of thing.

Asymmetry. Amidst symmetry.

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