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As you may have noticed, I didn’t post anything yesterday. I had a nice day with an early morning walk (before the hard rain aka snow), talking on the phone with my kids, and reading.

I thrift-bought River Town; Two Years on the Yangtze by Peter Hessler last year. It took me this long to start it - but I’m fascinated now. It’s about the years 1994-96 when Hessler was a Peace Corps volunteer teaching English Literature at a teachers’ college in the small city of Fuling, along China’s Yangtse River.  The book is very dated, the city itself is now partly submerged by the Three Gorges Dam reservoir that was constructed since River Town was written. But his descriptions are vivid and clear ... and his interactions with Chinese people puzzle him. The movement in the book happens as he tries to understand why they act the way they do, which requires learning and understanding many of the back stories of Chinese history.  Which he then shares. He doesn’t accept stereotypes; he delves to see what’s behind the survival skills of the people he meets.

So that’s where I was yesterday – in “modern China” of 25 years ago.

This book doesn’t take me away, even though I love books like that, too. This feels like a trek through a time and place where nothing is too easy and where the natural and cultural worlds are often gray and under-appreciated by the locals. Everyone, including Hessler, is working extremely hard to survive and succeed. 

http://www.peterhessler.net/

Read this sentence, this morning. “Nearly 10,000 health care workers on the front lines, including nurses, have tested positive, according to a preliminary survey the CDC conducted from February to April.”

Just let that sink in. Ten THOUSAND nurses and doctors and medical techs have contracted the virus BECAUSE of their jobs taking care of the rest of us.  Many have gone through the illness and are now recovering or are better. Seventy have died.  These numbers do not include what’s happened since May 1st.

One of the nurses interviewed (WaPo or NYT, I can’t find the article though I read it this morning) said approximately this. “This country doesn’t send soldiers into battles without proper equipment and protection.  Why are nurses and medical people expected to risk our lives – and our families’ lives - because there isn’t enough equipment?”

Why, indeed.

Frugal Strategies in the past Ten Days.

AKA What Len has fixed and how he fixed it.

1.) Our lawn mower.  It was garbage-picked many years ago, so there’s that. Around here if something works, we keep it.  (We also keep cats, but that’s a different tail.)

Len let the mower run itself out last fall to get the gas out. But, he says that usually leaves a few drops of gas in the lines and that gas gums up over the winter. I said my dad and my GRANDFATHER talked about gummed-up gas in gaslines. Do guys ever say old, cold gas does anything but get gummy? Is this the only adjective one is allowed to use regarding gaslines that won’t start? He laughed pretty hard then sprayed highly flammable spray stuff in all the little gasline places, and it started.

2.) The printer. I was writing while Len was tap-tap-tapping at the keyboard of the printer. I paid little attention because in my experience printers run on karma and voodoo. If it doesn’t work, tell Len. If it still doesn’t work, he will buy a new one.  I don’t know where he gets them and I don’t care.

Well now Len was mumbling to himself about the router. Our TV has been tetchy lately, a coincidence or is the router screwy, too? Len went downstairs and unplugged and plugged the router and came back upstairs and did more things to the dashboard of the printer and finally it worked.

I asked him what was wrong with the router. He said nothing was wrong with the router. I asked what was wrong with the printer. He said when it didn’t work fast enough he started resetting pre-programmed codes, and that messed it up. So then he had to go on the internet to find a complicated YouTube about how to reprogram it and that’s how he got it to work.

So, he said, if he had just been more patient and then rebooted the printer in the first place, it would have been fine.

Roosevelt said the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.  I fear Roosevelt would have liked Len more than me.

3.) The handle on the bread-baking pot. Twenty years ago, I bought a handsome green-enameled cast iron Dutch oven pot. It cost $70, even then. About twelve years ago Len started baking bread. But not bread like I bake, oh no, no, no.  He’s got to make macho-crusted bread in which one sets the oven to On Fire and there will be a lava-like pizza stone in there already and everything is at least 500 degrees.  If it can’t explode or burn you, he’s not as interested as you’d think.  (Maybe why he loves me? Hmmm.)

So when an oven is that hot, bread bakers use cast iron pots. The heavy lid keeps the steam in or something.  Len uses my green pot and believe me, if does no favors for that pot. Parts of the enamel have burned off. Paint job is pitted. It’s a veteran of a backflash trauma and it looks it.

(I bought myself a new beautiful blue Dutch oven at Goodwill a couple years ago for $8. I DO believe in karma.)

Last week, while preheating this green pot, the black handle just cracked and fell off. 

Two days later, I glance over. It has a handle again only now the handle is a steel bracket. 

And that’s how Len used his imagination and stockpile of weird stuff to save money and ba kesourdough bread in the Time of Covid.

What have you “fixed” lately?

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Just gotta love the ingenuity of some people...
Leonard's picture

It's probably why men don't live as long, either.

Loved your sense of humor in this piece!!!!!!

I am enjoying my time inside my home. I enjoy reading your column every evening. I feel like Len is one of my cousins, I know him so well from your writings. I feel closer to friends, and my own family. I am more active, walking 1 1/2 hours each day. I am cooking a lot, and I love to cook. I was in a tangled web before this virus hit. I am not now.

Thank you for the laugh. Be well. Patricia

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Susan's Birthday Questions 10/19/2020

(One decorates for October birthdays with orange trees.) 

Last week was my birthday. My niece Susan sometimes sends me birthday greetings where she asks excellent questions. She doesn’t know I still have the card she sent six years ago; I meant to answer her questions in the blog I had then, but I never got around to it.

Stereotypes Day

Today is October 12th - Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Not Columbus Day, okay?

I was in the process of giving birth to one of our kids and it was getting on towards midnight. The midwife wondered whether our baby would be born on the day we were in or whether it would be a few more minutes and then the child would have the next day as their birthday.

10/11/2020 This Crazy Advent We're In Now

This painting is by Andrea Kowch  http://andreakowch.com/

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Regarding Time: It’s been about a million months since the quarantine started. It will be an at least one epoch if not two, until a vaccine is available to quell it. Election Day is here now (I’ve already voted, have you?) yet it feels as if it will never be done and gone. Even when Nov 3 arrives we could be in for more epochs of anxious and angry waiting as ballots are tallied, argued over, recounted, all while lawyers and politicians fight and scrap.

Quarantine Diary #204 10/4/2020 3 Short Takes

Three things to say today and none are about our goatish, swag-bellied, canket-blossomed president. How to create a Shakespearean insult. 

1. I just read this WONDERFUL and REMARKABLE book! The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Quarantine Diary #200 The Debate

Regarding that Debate. 

I’ve been at a zoo when a cranky monkey starts throwing poop. That remembrance came to me last night. Watching Uncle Joe try to answer questions while Trump trash talked everybody and everything except white supremacists – that was damn ugly.

Quarantine Diary #198 Who we still are ...

I’ve been trying and trying to write but it hasn’t happened so this morning I looked at some of my old stuff and found this from ten days after 9/11. Made me remember who we are.

I think the miserable karma of Trump is happening. I hope we will be okay. I’m not sure how talk about the harm he has done and is doing now. 

But we … we are still who we are.

The flowers in the photo were a surprise gift, just yesterday, from a friend.

I have edited it a bit. 

September 21, 2001 Lost in Racine - An Aftermath of Civility

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