Thursday, June 24, 2021 (This evening, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon rises.)

Too often, I’m a day late and a dollar short!

Recently I transformed my RV garage from hay storage into a crafting environment. I used to enjoy doing a little woodworking and wished to begin again.

That was before I checked today’s wood prices. I can’t afford decent wood!

To fill time until I can afford desirable wood, it seemed a good idea to go out to get a handle on what’s available, and set eventual buying targets. Yesterday I visited several local home supply centers, to learn what’s actually available and for how much.

I was in Lowe’s when thunders began sounding. Oh, I thought, another dry electrical storm. But soon rain began hitting the roof. I ignored the sounds until they came faster and harder. The rain was growing big and my dogs would be trying to get inside the house.

I hurried to an exit, and there was stopped from leaving by a huge, hard hail storm.

In the photograph, there’s my red Jeep parked nearly one-hundred yards away–with its windows open! The day’s temperature had hovered around ninety degrees. Who’d a worried!

Waiting for the hail to stop wasn’t a possibility. Consistently, it came, hard and slanting, and ever more so as a small crowd of us wanting to leave watched.

Finally, I just went for it and hurried straight into that hail. My head and face were slammed by blistering bullets before I managed to climb into a front seat where I landed in a puddle of water and ice.

I drove barely able to see ahead the road. But here’s a thing about this town. Leaving its west side and entering its east side can be akin to experiencing two different weather worlds. Once I reached the east side, and suddenly, no rain or hail. Streets were dry as a bone. I arrived home greeted by unconcerned dogs.

I’ve described our recent, dry, thunder and lightening events. That’s what happened here on the east side, but over across town, they faced an entirely different weather event.

Dear Friends: I’ll get creative and play with leftover wood scraps from old remodeling projects. Diana

Wednesday, June 23, 2021 (Tomorrow evening, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

The area where I live has crazy weather. Over the last two evenings, we’ve huddled through electrical storms. Maybe other parts of town received rain but not mine. Here, my dogs, terrified by thunder, have scratched mightily on outside woodwork, window screens, and glass doorways, trying to gain entry. Once inside none relaxes, and all huddle around me waiting for a thunderbolt to finish us all.

Some of the big bolts are very ferocious, as if announcing the known world’s ending.

National newspapers carry stories daily about more excessive heat blanketing America’s west. My cousin Mary lives in Los Angeles, and says it’s been hot enough there to make breathing difficult.

The reason, global warming. We can recall years of lagging belief by many world leaders and like-thinking followers who refused, at least publicly, to acknowledge global warming’s existence and impact. (Hat’s off to Al Gore.)

During mesmerizing events like electrical storms, one considers checking last year’s calendar to remember what weather type then held sway. I didn’t check my calendar, because of having an entirely new perception. After my years in Central Oregon and looking out a window, I saw for the first time that the atmosphere “looked green”.

Then for the first time I associated our Central Oregon weather to that of summertime Midwest where I used to live. There we feared tornadoes, and during tornado watches, I’d stand outside looking for an atmospheric tint of green. Seeing that suggested a funnel en route and announced, “Get into shelter!”

My complete surprise yesterday on seeing green suggested weather that differed from last year’s.

There’s plenty of evidence, personal and economic, supporting a reality of changing climate. Moreover, the changes are ongoing with out-of-pattern weather continuing to surprise and worry us.

Dear Friends: I’m a brain-button ahead of my dogs and nearly as terrified by crashing thunders. Diana

Tuesday, June 22, 2021 (In 2 days, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

Already this month’s Strawberry Moon looks full. There it was very early this morning lighting the western sky, reflecting in a window as I let my dogs outside for a few moments. This month’s moon is to be at its fullest Thursday night. My friend Susie already is studying solar data and deciding where best we might witness actual moments of the moon’s rising.

I’ve always loved full moons, especially autumn’s big harvest moons. They’re farther from Earth than winter Super Moons, but nonetheless are incredibly bright, and to me, comforting. As autumn days become shorter and I’m trudging up from the barn in near-darkness, a harvest moon is warm and inviting.

That used to be plenty enough, to encourage me to pause beside my house and photograph the beautiful moon. Next morning, I’d post a picture, blog about the moon, speak to it’s joy and of course how it revives Shakespeare’s magnificence.

I’m not particularly adventuresome and rather happily “live in my head”. A vision from my house of the moon once was quite satisfying. That has changed since Susie and I teamed to “chase the full moon”. She’s outdoorsy, not satisfied to gaze at full moons from our neighborhood, but wishes to witness the actual moments of a moon’s rise above a very dark horizon. In other words, no city lights.

She studies solar information for when a full moon will rise and to estimate where best to witness it. I’m a passenger during miles of traveling toward more darkness. We will park in a remote spot and wait staring at a blank horizon until it reveals a spot of very-first light.

What an incredible light! It’s like the whole world itself newly is rising. We two are like prehistoric humans, awed by a new light that’s making safer the surrounding darkness. We are joyful and dance with our cameras.

Being pushed outdoors has altered my relationship to the moon, now closely related to my increasing sense of the total connectedness among everything living regardless of classification. We humans are beginning to grasp this holistic inter-living connectedness. It’s the reason witnessing a moon-rise interrupting darkness seems nearly a primitive experience, erasing time and commitments, freeing ideas and soul, and re-enlightening.

This Thursday evening we’ll head east into darkening, searching for an optimal view of horizon. We’ll park and await in darkness with cameras for an earliest light, and the quickly increasing glow that offsets the Earth’s night.

Dear Friends: Studying the worlds of nature and solar affirms a totality of connectedness. Diana

Monday, June 21, 2021 (In 3 days, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

Yesterday was “chickies-move day”. I went early to clean the area where they’d be housed. I raked, picked up, and tried to think creatively how to move the chicks. Their brooder, a 100-gallon watering trough, had to be taken from the garage, moved about one hundred yards downhill to where they’d live the rest of their lives.

My options weren’t easy, because the brooder’s bulky weight, with bedding and chicks, needed careful handling for safety. Yesterday was Father’s Day, too. I swallowed hard, thinking of interrupting a family, but did ask my friend Susie for help. She had hiking plans with her husband and son, but that afternoon was very hot, offering her a window of free time. Susie kindly bicycled over.

She’s unafraid of physical work and we hatched a plan. Together we’d lift the brooder up and into my Gater’s cargo bed. We’d drive downhill to the coop area, and unload the brooder onto a sled. We’d pull that loaded sled to the designated chick space, and then, unload and release the babies one-by-one.

Upon being released the babies were cautious and confused, but not for long. Soon they began trying to climb on the area’s enhancements.

After a bit the flock discovered its supplies of food, water, and chickie-grit. The littlest two, Welsummer and Amber (both a week younger), followed cautiously.

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Job well done! We had secured the area by closing off two exits. We had moved the chicks and safely to where they’ll get to know an elderly hen and twin goats (and vice versa). After a couple of weeks the babies won’t be area intruders and may freely join Big Welsummer and the twins.

Oh Happy Day! Got new chicks, got ’em feathered, got ’em moved, and next, we’ll get eggs.

To Wonderful Susie, thank you!

Dear Friends: Thanks to the heavens for friends! Diana

Sunday, June 20, 2021 (In 4 days, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

The full Strawberry Moon is shaping up and yesterday rose showing three-quarters. Three-quarters moons make me feel happy because they look huggable. I captured the emerging Strawberry yesterday at mid-afternoon in a beautiful sky. The full version moon will rise on Thursday.

Yesterday’s early morning sky predicted a gorgeous summer day. Working down at the barn and looking up, I saw “mare’s tails” clouds. They’re long, thin, wispy, and resemble a horse’s flowing tail. As those clouds promised, the day’s weather remained pleasant.

So much in fact that I set the chicks’ brooder outside, allowing the babies hours of sunshine and natural warmth. They’re happy outdoors, alternately chirping quietly or engaging in brief squawking anxieties. It’s time they’re free and roaming outdoors. I thought of an easy way to out them.

A large area adjacent to the chicken coop has a small doorway that can be shut against exits and entries. In that area the babies safely could wander and learn. They and my one mature hen and twin goats could learn to become comfortable together, across a generous chicken-wire fence.

That’s to become today’s project. Clean and sequester the adjacent area, and move-in a spare dog Igloo to house the chicks before they’ll join the other residents. I’ll prepare the area, carry chicks into the sequestered space and set them free. It’ll be fun, watching the changing develop.

Speaking of fun, a neighbor, Kristen, was batching-it for the weekend and decided to host a girls night out. Her impromptu gathering included Susie, Laura, and Lara’s friend Lynn (from Eugene), me and Kristen.

Susie, Laura, and Lynn were just back from bicycling miles in the McKenzie Pass. I had completed essential ranching chores. Kristen on-the-spur had managed to whip-up one of her fab, very-low-carb, keto deserts.

The day couldn’t have been better.

Dear Friends: Plans are good, and so at times are pop-ups–serendipitous ideas and activities. Diana

Saturday, June 19, 2021 (In 8 days, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

Today is “Juneteenth, a new national holiday, celebrating the end of slavery. Long ago on this date slaves in Texas learned that slavery had been ended, that they were free people.

Studies of American Black history show that “social freedom” always has been a “complex maybe”. In a sense, social freedom is what everyone must learn. From childhood to maturity, at some point most youths leave their families to seek freedom, using their innate strengths and finding ways to profit.

I grew up in small-town Oklahoma at a time when “Blacks were different”, and heard opinions like, “keep them in their own section of town”. Not just Blacks, but also Native Americans, in an area once home of the whole Cherokee Nation. In my growing-up days, white-skins thought lowly of Indians, and, as for Mexicans….

I didn’t dwell much on the plights of others. My mind constantly focused on more personal issues.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family that self-identified as Jewish. The small town disliked Jews as much as or maybe more than its other inferiors. Through my school years, I felt different from the Christian norm, and especially after reaching Junior High. That’s an age when kids especially are sensitive and vulnerable to outside influences and opinions. I didn’t fit-in. Besides feeling not part of the “best school crowd”, many girls were skinnier than me, prettier with better (not curly) hair, and seemed to be living in happier families. Their grades were better than mine, and worst, the boys liked them more.

Looking back now and knowing that all kids must survive early social influences, must address the terrors of puberty, it’s easy to conclude we’ve all suffered the trials and tribulations of gaining maturity. Imagine though, adding to all else, being Black, Native American, or Mexican. I could choose to not identify as Jewish, in contrast to others with dark skins that spoke volumes.

At last, America is maturing by paying attention to humanity overall. It’s about time America dealt with equality, its complex issues of conflict and misundersanding. At least, we’re beginning to appreciate each other’s innate qualities, conversing about old injustices and injuries, and taking baby steps toward repairing.

Hat’s off to communication technologies! They’ve forced more listening and hearing. Hat’s off to social gains in a nation finally maturing. I wish it had been possible to know better at least some of my home town’s multi-cultured residents, but the status quo sealed our mutual loss.

Dear Friends: “If I could do it all again…,” would depend on our knowing then what we know now. Diana

Friday, June 18, 2021 (In 9 days, June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

OMG! Netflix has “Chinatown”, one of the most accomplished American movies. The instant that choice popped up, I was there, immediately becoming as riveted as in previous viewings. This time, I saw some of its elements a little differently. After many years of not having watched “Chinatown”, and now with more life experience, I grasped more fully the movie’s impact.

And impact is “Chinatown” on every human level. It’s a visual essay about morality with winners and losers. It speaks to periodic searches for sheer courage to continue living. It shows extremes of corruption related to great wealth and to issues of human morality. It’s a revelation about psychological weariness.

Why sit and watch for a couple of hours? How about an incredible screenplay by one of Hollywood’s best writers, Robert Towne? How about a director, the eccentric and brilliant Roman Polansky? How about key actors, Jack Nicholson, Faye Dunaway, and the accomplished director turned actor for this movie, John Houston?

The film’s mood is visual, shadowy and downbeat in settings and auditory in its musical score. A viewer’s perceptions of corruption and shadow become offset by well-costumed, clean-looking actors, and scenes sometimes drowning in SoCa’s natural light.

Its themes aren’t new. Modern movies create similar-issue stories, but often soften them by making them seem almost cartoon-like. We watch knowing it’s less about us, more “about them”. The contrast is “Chinatown” which doesn’t fool around with a story of human potential that’s clearly about ourselves. Watching the action unfolding in “Chinatown” isn’t like, say, reading similar actions in a newspaper. This movie absolutely forces us to rethink our raison d’etre.

It’s a story equally about human evil and morality. It’s ending is foreshadowed by a revelation of the lead character’s past attempt, and failure, to help a person he loved.

From start to end, “Chinatown” is a brilliant, compelling work of art.

Dear Friends: A great viewing opportunity makes worthwhile having streaming services. Diana

Thursday, June 17, 2021 (In 10 more days June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

Early this morning there’s a blue cloudless sky. The local area is in for another nice day. Yesterday’s welcome warmth encouraged me to roll my baby chickens’ coop outside for their first view of sky. They were calm and accepting.

So different from a couple of days ago after I put their food and water into containers they’d not seen before. Setting those into their brooder frightened the seven pea-brains. They began squawking, leaping, and trying to hide. I expected behavior similar, on their first look-up, spotting treetops and sky.

In fact, they were quiet and liked being outside. They’re growing like weeds, appear to have become fully feathered, not needing an overhead infrared light. But I need that light, because without it cannot see well enough through a covering screen into their brooder. So, still the light’s still on, but setting off the brooder’s edge and not overproducing heat.

I’m about to start building a rolling coop with sides of wire, to transport these babies to the large outdoors coop. There, they’ll remain inside their vehicle and safely surrounded by wire, becoming introduced to my last remaining hen, Welsummer, and to her sharing-space twin goats. I’m hoping this happens next week.

Cooped chickens are a territorial flock. Welsummer owns the place and needs to become accustomed to the incoming lot. The goats are territorial and protective, willingly butt any non-human intruder out of their space. I’ve kept chickens and goats penned together and never with a problem, for they have a mutually symbiotic relationship.

It’s hard to resist baby chicks, the feed store still has a few, but I’ve more than enough. My interest isn’t about eggs which I eat rarely, but because chickens are great pets, unless there are too many. So far, my most bold and friendly chick is the Dominant Copper Maran. This breed was developed in the Czech Republic, and my little one has feathered feet. So fun!

Dear Friends: If you live where chickens are allowed, the birds are enjoyable, so are fresh eggs. Diana

Wednesday, June 15, 2021 (In 11 more days June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

The summer solstice occurs next Sunday, the 21st. That’s when the Sun will reach its highest point in the sky. It’s the day Earth’s North Pole will be tilting nearest the sun and providing the year’s most daylight hours. That’ll be our longest day of the year.

We approach the solstice having enjoyed warm weather and sunny days, mostly, because this year’s spring has been somewhat gloomy and rainy. Despite local weird weather, I’ve gone out to feed horses late as 7:30 and still enjoyed sunlight.

Late-day feedings are funny times for me. They trigger memories of feeding my horses in the previous December. In those days, going to the horses later than 4:30 p.m. required a flashlight to guide footing around them.

Annually around this time, I begin a two-way focus. Now, on present and past, about daylight and darkness. I’m enjoying and remembering.

This pleasant mindset will change after the 22nd. As the Earth’s tilt begins shifting away from the sun, my brain will be shifting toward diminishing light. It’ll be a repeat in opposite of our darkest day last December when the Earth started shifting toward more light, because our upcoming longest day will start shifting away from light.

Next week I’ll think more about upcoming darkness than the longer daylights. I’ll start enjoying summer with more caution and more in the moment, savoring each instant of extra light.

It’s the way of being while living on a ranch, in a rural or countryside area, or clear off-the-grid. Every single plan becomes associated to the great patterns of weather, light, and darkness. Fortunately, these often are predictable with technology that provides heads-up to possible winds, rains, and other solar activities.

Locally the weather heading up to next Sunday should be warm and pleasant. I’ll feed livestock while feeling optimistic and good. I’ll be comfortably among them during these extended days with faux-evenings.

We watch the risings and settings of sun and moon as they change. We’ve learned how integrally we’re connected to those processes and work to find ways of accommodating to solar activities.

Dear Friends: As we age, time flies faster, changes occur quicker, and we cherish natural light. Diana

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Tuesday, June 15, 2021 (In 12 more days June’s fullest [Strawberry] moon will rise.)

For a month I sorely missed Christiane Amanpour’s presence on “Amanpour & Company”, her late evening news and opinion interviews. Several years ago, her nightly hour became the replacement for Charlie Rose’s dropped show.

About Charlie, I loved and rarely missed his interviews. Unfortunately, there were two Charlies. The one on television always well-informed about his interviewees was an insightful, sensitive interviewer. The real life Charlie, exposed during #metoo, was a sexual predator using power and influence to harass women off-camera. It was crushing to learn Charlie’s offensive behavior. I’d immediately and easily dismissed Harvey Weinstein, but was heartbroken acknowledging Charlie’s disgrace.

Public Television was unprepared to pull his show, needed months to find a suitable replacement, the choice was Christiane, and right on. She once was CNN’s well-known, very brave newsperson who’d appear nightly and broadcasting from the very middle of a heated conflict somewhere in the world. She was articulate and likeable, yet tough and direct. Eventually she married, stopped chasing battles, did more commentary.

Today, she’s the Chief International Anchor for CNN, hosts CNN’s International’s nightly interview program “Amanpour”, and for PBS heads “Amanpour & Company”.

From 2018, she’s nightly appeared in Charlie’s old time slot. I sometimes listen to podcasts and fill-in quick points missed while watching. Christiane is confident, well-informed, goes straight to the heart of matters, won’t let anybody off the hook. And best always remains likeable.

Last night, immediately on returning to her show, she explained having been on medical leave for ovarian cancer. She’s undergone successful surgery, will continue receiving chemotherapy, appears healthy and energetic. After explaining to us her absence, she went straight to work interviewing a former key member of the Israeli government.

All that is a model for The Modern Woman–smart, capable, independent, able to confront and overcome serious challenges. Essentially, one who’s self-confident and optimistic.

Dear Friends: An exciting return. May she handle chemo well, and keep keeping us informed. Diana