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At Miscon 2013, around Memorial Day, Missoula MT, At SoonerCon, in OKC, around June 15, also Spokon in Spokane, in July/August, Beyond that, we aren't sure.
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Mmm—daylight savings time.

My clock says 8:50 and my computer says 7:55. D’ya think?

I don’t think the DST change can account for the five minutes. ;)

I really don’t mind it at all. Up here in the northern latitudes, with greatly diminished daylight, it gets to where, by winter solstice, you feel as if you’re living in a narrow band of light between a whole lot of dark. Sunset by 4:30…but getting me up so I can actually see the sun rise rather than sleeping through the morning light is a good thing. It makes sure I get up with the sun.

But ‘fall back’ [setting the clock back] is more yawn-producing than ‘spring forward’ when you get the sleep back. In the days when I taught school, that was always a lovely morning, the forward bit.

The difficult sell is convincing the cats that food comes on a different schedule. When they travel with us, they adapt to Central time real easily, and fuss at us when we get home.

For the first time, not a single Trick or Treater…

Kinda sad.

It was chill, spitting rain. Most of the ones we ever got were little tykes with parents, and the occasional shy batch of early teens.

Nada last night.

The local churches put on a show for the little ones.

Spokane is getting to where adults have taken over Halloween. We could have gone in costume to a bar or a party we sort of wanted to go to, but Jane and I are on pre-turn-in edit, and I shut down the pond yesterday, well, mostly, except pulling the pump, because the weather’s dropping the temperature down where the fish need to start going to sleep. Getting into the 30’s at night. And once the water chills down past 50, they shouldn’t be eating. That’s your day-night average, which for us is 58 by day and 38 by night.

So I’m on the bridge trying to squidge the winter cover ( a floating round shield of sunscreen fabric held by a ring of irrigation hose, about 6′ diameter) under the predator netting.

Good thing I went out—we’d had a disaster with the lotus pond, a pipe coming loose, which was pouring water next to our foundation/basement. We had a little pond going right next the house. It dried quickly, however, once I cut that flow off: I’d been noticing the quince tree was acting incredibly happy this fall. Had to bail out the filter box on the lotus pond (its drain is covered. and I think I may put some tarp under its lid to prevent winter precip from freezing in the box.

Outside of that, and getting the garden tools in, we should be pretty good. Jane’s giving a close read to Tracker, and I’m doing things to keep her head free for that special kind of reading.

Cooked a big pot of stew last night: beef, potatoes, carrots, celery, can of tomato paste, pepper, salt, basil, oregano, and that’ll feed both of us several suppers this next week, from a crockpot kept on ‘warm.’ I way too optimistically thought it would be done last night. Nope. So it was pizza. But we’re set for the coming week. Cost about 35.00 for the makings, but feeding 2 people supper for several days, not so bad.

Got tagged by the damn sciatica again…and guess what?

Cold weather in house, and I switched to last year’s muffies. Been doing a water-change in the marine tank, so I’m up and down stairs—in the muffies—over about 3 days.

Began having the old pain again, finally so bad I took Advil (which I don’t like to take when I’m working)—and, in an “I could’ve had a V-8″ moment—I realized ‘muffies!’.

Went and changed to the sandals, pain began to go, and it wasn’t the Advil. Went too fast.

That evening I ordered, yes, a pair of Vionic/Orthaheel muffies. Leopard print, why not?

Amazing. Hurt like hell. Then didn’t. The lower back is a piece of engineering that only just allows us to stand upright, but in very few individuals is it totally symmetrical. People are born with one leg slightly short, or grow up with a hip pitch that’s not going to be their friend when they’re older…women wearing these pigeon-toed platform heels that make most women walk bent over as if they were wearing work boots through mud…oh, that’s going to hurt, if this trend doesn’t head back to good posture and straight-forward feet before too many more years…

At any rate, I am now pain free again, but my toes are chilling, and I could wear street shoes, but I’m too lazy…it’s going to be 38 here tonight.

The book is finished!

Edit is done. Ready to send it off to Betsy. :) Yay!

Jane’s birthday approacheth…

Our local watering hole gives you a free steak on your birthday, so guess where we’re dining come Friday night. ;)
Looking forward to it!

Darwin-era tech…

I have always been fascinated by weather.
One of my earliest favorite gifts was from my maternal uncle, who for no particular reason gave his 7-year-old niece a barometer…plastic body, barometer, thermometer.

I was early on aware of the weather. I was a kid in years of serious drought in Oklahoma, in which they were hiring cloud-seeders, and begging the local fort to shoot artillery toward the heavens. But you have to have a cloud to seed, and there was nothing. The appearance of one tiny lost cloud a month would send people running for their houses to tell people inside to come out and look, and people would stand watching the transit of that one cloud, scanning the horizon for others…which didn’t come. Occasionally you’d see one rain—virga, meaning the water would evaporate in mid-air.

Water was important to us. And it was general lean times. We fished on weekends, because a fishing license was a lot cheaper than a trip to the grocery. So we caught fish. And for me the most wonderful thing was being where there was the sound of water, and the most wonderful of all was going to the old boathouse, and just sitting in one of the wooden rowboats housed there and feeling the water move.

When we finally did get storms again, we got tornadoes. So indeed, I grew up pretty weatherwise. And that barometer still hangs on my bedroom wall, chipped on one edge, during a move. But intact and working. I have a ‘weather glass’, one of those swan-necked bulbs that uses colored water to predict a change in the weather.

I’ve seen a ‘storm glass’, but never had one, and saw one offered by Hammacher Schlemmer this year: so I looked them up. They were provided to Charles Darwin’s voyage on the Beagle, but they’re not really reliable—an odd mix of camphor, alcohol, and some minerals…that are supposed to respond to barometric shifts. Exaggerated claims are made for them, such as predicting wind, etc. I don’t think I will get one: they’re a bit pricey, and a curiosity, more than an instrument.

But that led me toward one of the absolutely weirdest weather contraptions ever invented. When the British government came to doubt the accuracy of the storm glass, and before barometers, they investigated the Tempest Prognosticator, which defies credulity—but apparently was a real deal, involving leeches kept in vials. I offer it for your amusement. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tempest_prognosticator

Still editing. After a while, one’s brain hits overload.

It’s the details you have to keep. Remembering. Weaving things in.

It’s like packing a suitcase full of snakes.

I’m down to the last quarter of the book. I’ve made it make sense.

I think.

The Diet, revisited.

A study that casts some light on why we diet and can’t lose weight…and also points up why one rodent is not like another. IE, if you’re doing a study, species matters.

There’s a second study like this one, which points to a hormonal deficiency at birth, while this one seems to indicate it could occur later in life.

Some of these studies are in Petri dishes, where it doesn’t do very much about that bag of donuts we just consumed…but some are not. At least they’re identifying chemical pathways, which could point in useful directions. The way we can not eat but not lose weight is a very complex question, as it appears, going all the way down into cellular levels, and may have a survival value when it comes to lean times, or when it comes to the need of women to sustain a child. And it’s become a problem to high-stress periods of life when people eat for energy and aren’t getting that either, as this study sort of points out. Just kinda interesting, in solving one of life’s little injustices. Jane and I have been kind of in a holding pattern on the diet, where it comes to dropping any points, but we’ve not fallen victim to the massive re-gain. We’re getting through the fall, when we have my birthday and Jane’s birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. Having our nice holiday food, but being mindful that not every day in between is a holiday. Post New Year’s we’re going back on a more restrained diet to finish the Battle of the Bulge. The weight didn’t come on us all in one year. It’s taking more than a year to lose it. But we’ll get there.

Fat and energy: Science Daily

Got the flu shot.

With ebola going on in the news, if I get a fever, I don’t want me or a doc to have to stop and wonder if it’s ‘just the flu’. And I don’t want to be sitting in a doctor’s waiting room with sick people to get my shot. So I went to the supermarket pharmacy.

It’s, the pharmacist said, the same type as last year’s. Which isn’t the one, as I recall, that gives me laryngitis…funny to say, there is one type of flu vaccine that does. Dunno why. No, this one just makes the arm sore. Jane got tetanus in one arm and a flu shot in the other, and has two sore sides. Me, being stupid, I had the shot in the arm I regularly sleep on. Doh. Won’t do that again.

At any rate I am now flu-proof, or will be in a couple of weeks as the immune response cranks up.

Don’t believe it about ‘teachers never get the flu.’ I swear in my years in classroom, I had the flu. I had respiratory crud. I had gut crud. I lived alone at the time, and there were days I was too sick to stand up long enough to trust with a cooking chore—might leave the burner on. I’ll tell you chicken soup straight from the can with no heating is real yucky.

Then they got the flu vaccine, and I have not had the flu since, tra-la! Some unlucky souls don’t do so well with it, but since I’ve started doing that annually I haven’t even had a winter cold very often—a few sinus infections that started actually with allergy, but not the fevers and sniffles sort of common cold. Which I am also happy to do without.

Pneumonia shot wasn’t so good for me: had it last year and won’t have to have it again for, they say, five years, by which time I hope they have changed the base. I broke out in a massive plaque welt at the injection, really nasty—‘they had to fill out a report for the CDC’ kind of bad welt. So maybe it was the base for the vaccine, and they’ll improve it in five years. That was nasty.

Flu shot looks to be maybe 3 days of heat and soreness in the arm, no laryngitis—good thing.

Jumpstarting a Prius…

A regular car can do it.
But Jane’s car was dead too, from the time we knocked the trickle charger off the ledge. It gets better.

Round one.
Triple-A comes out, hooks up, says Jane’s battery is iffy, but maybe just needs a charge. We get it going.
We drag out the Prius manual and find no, do not open the back battery pack, which is a monstrous lot of volts. Go to the hood, take the black plastic cover off the terminal which itself has a red plus cap on it, rectangular. OK.
We jump it, no problem. Guy thinks it’s charged.

Round two.
Jane has a doc’s checkup (routine) for the morning, so I go out to double check.
Both cars, dead as mackerels on a sunny beach.

I call AAA again, (that’s the American Automobile Association) and out comes the same guy who’d been called to a neighboring town and took most of an hour getting to us…
Well, we pull Jane’s battery, and funny thing, though it had been sold to about in 2012, the sticker on it says 2009. This is not amusing. We are going to have a conversation with AAA.
So that gets replaced. And we can’t complete the sale because Jane has to find her new license plates. Which she does.
Then we jump the Prius again, and it takes.
SO we end up…