Tuesday, April 13, 2010

All the Print that Fits is News

Almost 10 AM and I'm still sitting here in my bathrobe.  Feeling seriously shit-like this morning.  The second cold in two months.  Damn.  I suspect I got it from daughter 'Manda who had the crud when she arrived last week.  Such it is...just like old times, in fact, when the girls could be counted on to bring pestilence home from school.  Not that the Capitol Building was any slacker in that regard either...

So...I've been collecting various news items the past week or so and guess today is a good day to share them...

And speaking of the Capitol...the Alaska State Legislature is in its final week of the regular session.  And unlike most other states - we're flush with cash.  So the boiz and goils in the House and Senate are busy writing the largest capital budget in Alaska's history.  Governor Parnell is making veto noises - he's running this year and has a serious primary challenge.  It will be modestly interesting to see how this plays out...

As usual, the legislature is a little lite in the public speaking department.  Here's the Speaker of the House justifying the porkfest:
"In the economic times that we're living in, we're concerned about jobs for Alaskans and how do we keep them working through these times. And this is one way that we're able to do that and try to get Alaskans through those times," House Speaker Mike Chenault, a Republican from Nikiski, said Monday.

Also from the Anchorage Daily News, an article a couple of days ago describing a mishap of two mating eagles down by Homer.
An acrobatic display of passion proved too much for a pair of eagles engaged in a mating dance over Alaska's Prince William Sound.

The female bird is recovering from an injured wing and other injuries sustained when the couple slammed beak-first into a hard snowbank in what her rescuers believe was an aerial courting ritual gone awry. The male eagle died in the impact, which left the birds buried upside down at least two feet in the snow in the town of Valdez.
 ...
"They just lose track of what they're doing and don't know how close they are to the ground," he said. "It's raging hormones or something."
You are likely to meet one as soon as you step off the train, and you will also find them walking the streets and inside the stores, shops and restaurants. Although the local people are used to them, it may take a little adjusting for the casual visitor to feel at ease because their sacred status has made the deer of Nara aggressive.

They may join you in an elevator or inside a public restroom. If they cross the street, the cars will stop and the local police will hold up traffic until they are clear.

The city's main occupation seems to be feeding the thousands of deer, and there are signs and vendors everywhere, not to mention vending machines, as well as countless movable carts, all selling shika senbei, or deer crackers. At the vending machines the deer will push you aside to get at the chute, and they flock to the carts where they can overwhelm the unwary. They will push and head butt, nibble on one's clothes and, as my wife found out, eat a woman's purse in their pursuit of food.

While I was trying to photograph them, two chewed on my camera while another removed the keys from my jacket pocket and chewed them into uselessness. I watched them eat food and the wrappers it came in, plastic, paper -- you name it. When a Nara deer begins to eat, nothing stands in its way.

When my wife and I tried to have a small picnic on a park bench, the deer mobbed us and took our sandwiches and drank our sodas. But they are not ungrateful. Most of them have learned to bow after receiving a treat, as is the local custom. Bowing to show respect is a way of life in Japan, but only in Nara will you see people bowing to deer and the deer bowing back.
Finally, from the April 10, Times of London:
For thirsty brewery workers, it was probably the worst ban in the world.  Hundreds of Carlsberg employees walked out when managers removed their right to drink free beer during the day.

Lorry drivers also joined the lightning strike in sympathy even though their long-standing right to three bottles a day was not touched.

The workers said that they were demonstrating their anger at a lack of consultation before beer was removed from fridges around the plants at Fredericia in mainland Denmark and Høje Taastrup near Copenhagen.

But Carlsberg insisted it would not reverse its decision to scrap the 163-year-old tradition that its workers could enjoy free beers throughout the day, imposing a new policy of drinking only at lunchtime.
You mean I have to stay sober all morning?  Doh!

In personal news, Leah called yesterday with the very good news that she has been hired by an insurance company - with a decent salary, benefits, and the whole nine yards.  She was quite pleased - as she should be.  Portland is still brutal for twenty-somethings looking for work.  And employers can be mighty choosy...Leah had to "pass" a criminal background check, a ten-year work history check, provide numerous references and so forth.   WAY TO GO, LEAH!!!!

Meanwhile 'Manda had a great weekend at the folk festival and yesterday started working part-time at Annie Kails.  She's still feeling a mite ragged with the crud -  but is on the mend and was going to rest-up last evening.  As soon as we both feel better we'll meet-up for supper.  And she's interested in doing some hiking the next nice day.

Well, guess I'll get dressed...  Gonna be a long day, I'm afraid...  I'm tempted to go walk on the treadmill at the Club; but that would probably not be well received by the other patrons.  We'll see.

Later gang...

Monday, April 12, 2010

Sunny Weekend

Clear as a bell all weekend.  Yesterday Joan and I walked out to the Boy Scout Camp.  It was great - although a mite breezy.  Maddie the Dog is getting the hang of these walkies. 

Lots of folks on the trail.  Even three horses - not something you see very often. 

There were lots of Canada Geese and quite a few ducks.  Pretty quiet on the songbird front, however.

Maddie the Dog.  That's some tail...

Joan and Maddie.  The sun was warm; but the wind was cold!

On Saturday I went out to Fish Creek in the morning.  No wind but a little chilly with skim ice on the ponds.  A bunch of sparrows were hanging-out.  I believe these are Song Sparrows.





Well, I'm going to do my sister's taxes this morning.  Then to the elders.  And then to Auntie's for a little preliminary yard work...

TallyHo!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Nice Weather - and More to Come!

Quite a nice day...a tad chilly this morning but it got into the mid-40's this afternoon and is now mostly clear.  Will be chilly again tonight however...

Got a call from mom this morning.  She had spotted a "large gray bird" in a nearby spruce tree and wanted me to come over and identify it.  No problem.  The bird in questions was a Great Blue Heron and his or her pic is below.


In other news, went to the Island Pub with Amanda yesterday evening and had a great visit.  She ran into an old Sitka high school buddy - a kid who we housed on several occasions.  She went to the folk festival again last night and sampled the South Franklin nightlife - most of the bars have music these week.  I think she's enjoying herself.

I cruised out North Douglas and walked the wetlands by Fish Creek this afternoon.  Lots of birds - particularly ducks.  Tons of mallards.  A large flock of Barrow's Goldeneye.  A pair of Common Mergansers. One Lesser Yellowlegs.  A kingfisher. Quite a few tweetie birds were tweetin' but the lil' buggers were not cooperating with my photography plan.  Better luck tomorrow...it's supposed to be nice all weekend.

Have a great weekend everybody.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Welcome Home Amanda!

Amanda got in yesterday around noon.  She hadn't been to Juneau in almost three years!  Yikes!  Time flies...

I picked her up at the airport and we went to town to get her situated in her friend Kira's apartment.  Kira is in Europe for a month.  It's a cute little apartment in a house on 6th Street.  Then to the Hanger for lunch and out to Fred Meyers for provisions.  Amanda looks great!  And she is in good spirits.

She was going to take-in the Folk Festival last night and tonight we'll go out for supper.  She'll be working temporarily at Annie Kail's, a giftshop downtown where she was previously employed.  Sounds like the owners need to get out of town for a couple of weeks before the tourist season starts and Amanda thinks she'll be managing the place while they're gone.  She'll be here until mid-May at which time she'll up-stakes for Southern California - back to the Newman Foundation's camp for medically needy kids, the Painted Turtle.  Excellent.

Sure nice to have her in town...

Well, gonna fold some laundry and head over to the elders.  Bath day today for dad.  And then a workout.  And the sun is shining this morning.  Life is good.

Monday, April 5, 2010

A Rare Bird

Welcome to Monday - not that it much matters to me.  Heh.  Heh.  Although I do much prefer the weekends insofar as it allows the working kids to come out and play.  After they do their chores, of course.

The weather was halfway decent this weekend.  Not great.  But decent.  We did wake-up to a couple of inches of snow on Sunday morning; but by mid-afternoon it was gone and there were a few sun breaks.

Walked the dike trail yesterday and saw quite a few birdies.  There was a small flock of American Widgeon on one of the ponds and a pair of Belted Kingfishers were chasing each other around.  The sighting of the day, however, came as I neared the end of the walk when a serious birder told me to hustle down the road if I wanted to see a Cinnamon Teal.  I duly hustled.

Cinnamon Teal are not regular visitors to these here parts.  They are what is called an "accidental" species - they show-up in Southeast Alaska at irregular intervals - Juneau is not in their regular range.  This gal (I think) was busy feeding in a dark ditch alongside the dike trail.  She was seriously foraging and didn't seem to pay much attention to the hominids and canids who were ogling her.    

 A Cinnamon Teal forages near the Airport Dike Trail

Never seen a quacker like this before...

Meanwhile, behind my apartment, a number of Dark Eyed Juncos (slate colored subspecies) have suddenly taken up residence.

A Dark Eyed Junco (slate colored subspecies)

In other news, I eagerly await the arrival of Amanda on Wednesday.  She was in Portland this past weekend and is now back in Olympia.  She's really looking forward to the Southeast Folk Festival which starts this week.  I may even try to take in a few events...

Last night was the traditional Easter supper at the folks.  Mom cooked a turkey breast and we had the typical turkey accompaniments.  My contribution was carrot and sweet potato puree and mom's favourite dessert - chocolate peanut butter pie.  She's the only one who eats the pie and it freezes very well - she'll be snacking on it for months to come.  A little piece goes a long way - it's richer 'n pig shit.

On Saturday morning I hauled and stacked the season's second cord of wood at the elders.  I'm still burning wood from the woodshed, I'm guessing we'll be burning last year's wood until mid-June or so...  So the new stuff will have at least couple of months to cure.

Well, off to the elders and then a workout.  And dad's out of cookies...so will do some baking this afternoon.  And I need to pay the monthly bills...

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Swans 2.0

Went back out to Moose Lake yesterday and got some much improved Swan pics.  The sun was shining and at my back.  I sat down on the bank of the lake and within ten minutes the three beauties paddled over in my direction. 

On the down side, I got my first mosquito bite of the year...  Oh well...

Three Trumpeter Swans on Moose Lake







First time I've ever been mooned by a swan...

Have a great weekend everyone....

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Bath Day Tales

Bath day for the ol' coot today.  And is often the case an opportunity to hear some fascinating stories from days of yore.  Today we sailed the ocean blue on the U.S.S. Princeton Hall - a 65 or so foot boat that was brand spanking new in 1941.  It was built for Presbyterian missionaries in Sitka, commandeered by the U.S. Navy at the outbreak of WWII, and today is a charter boat here in Juneau.  Here's a link to a great pic of the Princeton Hall on the current owner's Facebook page:  http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/photo.php?pid=30551653&op=1&o=global&view=global&subj=538303212&id=1360096667

Dad ran the Princeton Hall for the U.S.Navy as a patrol boat out of Sitka.  They had a 20mm canon on the bow, machine guns, and a rack of depth charges.  Dad previously pointed-out that if they had ever had to drop a depth charge - that would have been the end of them - they never would have got out of the way in time...

But I digress from today's tale...

My father was not particularly fond of the navy.  Dad is famously thrifty - and the navy - not so much.  I think the waste associated with the war seriously offended his sensibilities.

Dad's nemesis while he served on the Princeton Hall was a lieutenant whose sole naval experience up until the time he received his commission was sailing on a houseboat on the Mississippi.  The nicest thing dad can say about him is that he was a real asshole.  Also a stinking drunk.

One day the Princeton Hall got back from Sitka from a patrol and dad discovered a bunch of deer, including fawns and does, hanging in the warehouse by the dock.  Trophies of the aforementioned asshole.  I take it that it was not deer season and this absolutely infuriated dad who marched up to the HQ to give the lieutenant the what for...  Fortunately for dad, an old Chief intercepted him and talked him out of doing anything rash - that would likely result in legal proceedings.

Some time later dad was hauling the lieutenant and some other officers somewhere on the Princeton Hall and the lieutenant decided it would be a great idea to harvest a nice looking brown bear they spotted on the beach - using the 20 mm cannon as the harvesting tool. 

THIS

 
PLUS THIS


EQUALS THIS 


Dad refused to shoot the bear with the cannon.  Again, I suspect it offended his sense of frugality - minced brown bear tartare was not a menu item in his mind.  Another close call with a court martial.

Ultimately the lieutenant got what he deserved when he got drunk and had a run-in with a regular naval officer - he was court martialed and discharged.  An outcome that causes dad to chuckle to this very day.

 Well think I'll take a drive out to Fish Creek and see if anybody's tweetin'.  And then a workout.