Last of the Peaches - Part 2

Thus far, I've lived a life of contrasts. There is the bombardment of city contrasted with the fluid freedom of nature. There are cats and there are dogs. East and West. Vegetarian and carnivore. Time of obligations versus open time. I won't be able to say the causal relationship (do I have the life I have because of the way my mind is organized, or vice versa?), but I also tend to think in dualities. I tend to think in terms of things always balancing out, eventually. For every cat, there IS a dog. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. There are nodes of joy and nodes of sorrow. We are all just riding a huge swinging ball at the end of a string. Though sometimes I find myself aware of being at the extreme end of the pendulum's swing.

Anyway, of late, I experienced the boundary zone of a real contrast to life as a Park Ranger. The season's end. There is season, then there is off-season. What does one do with the off-season? That is a question I am often asked by curious visitors to the park, and also by many friends whose lives are the yin to my yang. It is a question without a consistent answer, so when pressed, I usually fabricate something.

Firstly, the evening after the last day of work is kind of like the Friday night going into a long weekend. I just want to eat, drink and be merry. But the drive to do those things is somewhat tempered by the obligation, the time limit of a weekend. Ending the season is like stepping off the regular rhythm and a new one must be established. Things are generally the same, but they feel different. Here is one such day.

Part 2: Nothing Everything Day

Wake up.
Mild bouts of insomnia, for me, rear themselves in the form of extremely early rising rather than not being able to fall asleep. I roll over and the clock says 5:30am. I went to bed at 1am. What? Oh, well, I guess I'm awake and I could get up. So I do.

I know Ed Abbey, the Pope and probably my mom would be somewhat disappointed by what I normally do with the first energies of my day. I have to say my computer useage is a bit out of hand these days, but damn it, I like it! And I just really discovered this whole world of blogs and so I like to look at them. This blog, of course is a method of turning that compulsion into a creative outlet and practice. And you know what? There is a lot one can get done by just staring at screens these days. So, HA! Take that, Pope.

Early morning light reaches the windows a couple hours after I wake up. I am DOING stuff! I am applying to jobs, writing emails, and generally feeling accomplished. All while sitting comfortably in the living room. Fancy that.

In addition to accomplishing important business, I also read my cousin's blog. She is an artist and makes a weekly web comic HERE, in addition to doing some self-motivation type stuff. I am way inspired by her work. I also use it as a tool to explain to Hau about how my sense of humor works. Yay!

I also put effort towards staying hydrated. My goal is to drink an average of 2 quarts of water a day. I keep a variety of water vessels at hand to work towards this goal. This is a desert, after all.

Eventually, Hau awakes and joins me (~10am). Now we have a computer lab.

If I am still on the computer when Hau wakes up, I generally take it as a sign of it being time to do something else. So I close the laptop. I stand up. I walk over to the window and look out. I follow the cats around a while.

Jackson, sometimes referred to as "the long kitty," pauses to stretch by the litter box as I follow him around the house. We have conversations in his language. Although I don't know what the words mean, it is riveting.

After a while, Hau and I decide this beautiful clear morning should be, at least, partially spent outside. So, we decide to go on a walk. There are some lovely destinations pretty close by. We've been talking about this whole marriage thing, so we decide we'll take a walk over to the spot we hope to have the ceremony, a place called "The Lion's Head." I've spent a lot of time over the years at The Lion's Head, watching clouds form and taking naps in pockets of sandstone. It is a great morning for a walk.

Hau left, me right.

We make our way home. Then I walk around the yard for a while. There are lots of things going on in the yard. I looked at many of them.

There's the big pit our neighbor's son dug in our yard with his backhoe. Then we pit roasted three goats in there and had a big party. That was fun.

This a baby gourd of the variety, "Autumn Wings." I have them growing over by one of our yearling trees. Hau and I had a lot of discussions about the relative merits of growing non-edibles. I just have a thing for decorative squashes. Whenever I see a decorative squash, I just think it is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Then I took a look at the garden and thought to myself, "this garden really needs some harvest action." So, I took it upon myself, after raising them from seeds, to reap some of these beauties out of the ground. I harvested some kale, sunflower heads, kohlrabi, peas and a few other odds and ends.

I marveled at the largeness of the sunflower heads. Then I chopped them down and cut off their heads with a green river knife.


Peas in a pod turn into peas in a bowl.

There are some nice horsies in the field across the street, so I feed them some yard apples.

I take a break to watch an episode of Star Trek (the original series is available for free on the internet!). Spock is and always will be my favorite.

But Sulu is a close second.

After that entertaining respite, I decide I'd best work on the garden a bit more. Cooler temperatures will be here soon. I stumble outside, sandals half on. I feel a slight sensation in the arch of my right foot. Thinking it must just be a pricker from some invasive weed (see blog entry about massive thistles), I jiggle the sandal on my foot thinking the pricker will just roll out. But then it wasn't just a pricker. It was a bee! And so, I received the third bee sting ever in my life. Man, those things are extremely painful. I spent a few minutes wondering if perhaps I acquired an allergy to bee stings as an adult, like I did to avocados. But, no allergy. Just a really freaking itchy and slightly painful thing on the bottom of my foot. I sat on the bathroom floor for a few minutes, icing the sting. Jackson came to visit while I sat there.

Jackson Jefferson Djebooboola: Kitty First Responder. He responds to all medical emergencies the same way. He comes over, aggressively demands attention, and purrs. And it always works!

So, after a little while, I decide I'm fine enough to go tackle extricating some kohlrabi from the garden. "Kohlrabi" is German for cabbage turnip. I can't think of a better way to describe this vegetable, except for maybe "many tendrilled weird looking space alien above the ground bulge in the stem." But that would not fit printed nicely onto seed packets. So, there you have it.

The largest kohlrabi extracted from the garden. Twas rather large.

Things kind of went on this way for a while. I went inside and drank some water every now and then. I put vegetables into bags. I pet some cats. Then, at about 5:50pm, Hau and I left for Boulder Town, where we planned to meet some friends from Bryce at the Hell's Backbone Grill for dinner.

It was great to see these folks again. Some are rangers I worked with at Bryce Canyon National Park a few years ago, others are people I just met, but good fun, good food.

So, there you have it. A day without direction actually turns into quite an eventful day. There were ups and downs and all-arounds. The transition period continues, however. Fall is on it's way. My next step is to visit a friend in Salt Lake City. Funny how one goes to the city to visit a farm.

Next Up:
Last of the Peaches - Part 3: Eating and Farming in the great Salt Lake City