Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

23 May

Barely Saw Zip Today, But We Choose A Name For His Chipmunk Nemesis.

by Jon Katz

I don’t have a good Zip photo today because I hardly saw him. He was stalking the stone wall in search of a chipmunk. I have decided to name Kali after the man-eating goddess of India.

She’s too fast for me to photograph, but I might get lucky this weekend; she comes out whenever she sees Zip and does a squeaky dance.

They are communicating with one another. I am trying to figure out what they might be saying.

I told Zip, who sometimes looks at me pleadingly, that I can’t help him with this one and don’t want to see Kali eaten. She’s an exceptional chipmunk, as Zip is a unique cat. Can’t you work it out for once? I asked.

Thanks for all the name recommendations. liked Olga and several others, but Kali seems right for Zip’s nemesis. Zip is himself ferocious and sometimes a symbol of mayhem.

 

(The Goddess Kali)

Alongside being the Goddess of darkness, destruction, and death, Kali is also a symbol of Mother Nature because she is believed to be timeless and formless, representing the creation of life and the universe.

I saw Zip creep out today and search for Kali; she popped out, squeaked at him, and jumped down a hole. I think he’s met his match.

23 May

Topsy-Turvy Day, A Good Day: A “Farplontern.” Day

by Jon Katz

Today was the kind of day my grandmother would have called a “Farplontern” Day.

I loved hearing the Yiddish she spoke, but I only remember a few words. ‘Farplontern’ was one of my favorites; it means having a wild, up-and-down, chaotic day.  Sometimes it means being unfaithful to a spouse.

First, we went to Albany to have my foot brace adjusted. The brace sometimes gets tired of hauling my very flat foot around. (Above, David Missener)

We met with David, the orthotic genius who co-owns CPO (Clinical Prosthetics and Orthotics), who built the brace and made some adjustments today. He was a miracle for me in a human body, a kind, fun, and loving human who cares about his patients. He and Doctor Daly worked together for years to get me to the point where a brace made a massive difference in my life.

David is a friend and a trusted one. We see him several times a year, either in Albany or Saratoga Springs.

I’m trimming my brace. It’s heavy, and I have to learn how to walk differently when it’s on my food, which is always.

The visit with David went well, as it always does.

We stopped home for a turkey burger and some ice cream.

When I got home, I told Maria there was something wrong with the bites on both sides of my troublesome left leg. We both took a look and were pretty sure we were headed to the hospital. I got bitten by something yesterday when I went outside in my bathrobe to get some photos. I was also bitten by the Pole Barn.

I thought it was a mosquito bite, but I was wrong.

I was up all night trying to deal with the itching, the expanding color migration down my feet, the swelling, and itching.

I called my primary care doctor and told her what was going on. Get into the office right now, she said, so I did. I don’t have to go to the hospital, but I do have to go on antibiotics in case the wounds are infected, which looks possible, and take some special prescription lotion to fight the itches and their heat. I’ve also got to wrap my leg in ice for most of tomorrow and stop going outside to take pictures for a few days.

It is uncomfortable. Anytime a diabetic has foot or leg trouble, the alarms ring out.

We had to pick up Maria’s car, which has an undercoat treatment (rusting cars are a big problem up here), and then get to the pharmacy to get my two new prescriptions. Their computers are down, so I can’t get the meds tonight. My leg doesn’t look happy and seems to be swelling. At least Maria’s car was ready.

In between, I stopped at my local co-op insurance company and bought insurance for my cameras, which has been bothering me for a long time. If those cameras get lost or broken, I doubt I can replace them—a big load off.

We got the antibiotics, but the cream must wait until tomorrow. I’ve adjusted well to my first month on Ozempic, and I’m going to a higher dose in two weeks. Now it’s time to write, blog, and take some photos. Oops, not outside.

More later. I’m tired of driving around.

It’s a Farplontern day, Grandma. In two weeks, we head to Central Vermont and a company called Mac Nurse, which will replace the hard drive in my computer and keep it humming for a decade or more. We’re turning this into a three-day vacation, wandering Vermont while  Andrew and Perry switch to the new hard drive. Yes, it makes me nervous.

That computer and I have been through quite a lot.

23 May

Cambridge Pantry SOS After A Run On Salad Dressing ($2.99) And Parmesan Cheese ($2.96). A LIttle Money Buys A Lot Of Good.

by Jon Katz

Sarah Harrington has a lot of days like this, yesterday was one of them. Fifty two families came in for food in under two hours, and cleaned the pantry out of some of its most basic items. The crowd of food needers nearly wiped her out.

I mentioned one of things gone and needed this morning on the blog – Elbow Mac – and Sarah says the Army Of Good has already ordered a slew of them (bless you.) She can tell from checking the wish list. Two to go.

She is clean out of two more and would appreciate help in restoring them to the shelves. They are among the cheapest items on the Wish List.

One is Kraft Classic Ranch Salad Dressing (16 Fl.oz Bottle, $2.99.)

The Second is Amazon Brand, Happy Belly Grafted Parmesan Cheese Shaker, 8 Oz, $2.96.)

We can buy both of these for under $5, Sarah has a wonderful eye for food that is wanted and food we can all afford to help with.

If you seek to see other items on the list, you can see the list here.

I’d usuallly write some more, but I’ve gotten two spider bites on my leg, which is angry and swelling up and looks like a tomato patch. I’m on the way to see a nurse or doctor or urgent care.

I’ll be back later, I’m sure, spider bites and I don’t get along. I had a great morning picking up my food brace, which needed some repair and updating. I thought the after noon would be quieter but Maria looked at my leg and I’m going to get it treated. Later. I should be back in time for some Flower Art.

I hate to miss that. Thanks for helping the food pantry and the families in children who sepend on it in growing numbers. We are helping Sarah to keep those shelves full.

22 May

Flower Art, I Found A Columbine Tree Close By And Some Other Wilflowers. I’m Loving This Round And Learning A Lot (P.S. Food Pantry SOS).

by Jon Katz

Maria is at her belly dancing class, and I always worry about her driving on these roads at night. I finally realized why it makes me nervous, apart from the obvious.

I started my journalism career as a police reporter, and one of my tasks was to beat the police to the scene of crashes so I could interview the injured and, yes, the dying and get a picture if I could.

Journalism is often a ruthless business, and I have often been ruthless in my work, but it was exciting for a young kid starting out with his precious press pass. I usually beat the police to the scene.

This kind of death loomed close the other night. Two people were killed Wednesday on a busy highway we live on in an awful collision.  We know the spot well.  It’s the road Maria takes to come home. My needle jumped up a bit; I felt the heart jump.

Instead of putting this fear on her, I’ve spent some energy figuring out why this made me so anxious; it’s not something I usually worry about. I figured it out and, in doing so, made it go away.

Much of what I saw as a young reporter has also haunted me. One of my police friends told me I was getting too used to it and needed to move on.

I still remember some of those crashes; I held a lot of hands of dying people waiting for the sirens and saw a lot of blood.

So I got nervous when Maria was driving on icy country roads in the winter and when it was especially dark. You can be very alone on those roads.

I never told her what to do; it would have been pointless if I had.

I love her belly dancing class; it has been an excellent gift for her, and I wouldn’t do anything to stop it, undermine it,  or change it.

And it isn’t my business. Maria can take care of herself. I figure out what I get nervous about sometimes; those awful images I saw and buried deep down pop up when she’s late or driving in bad weather – it’s a 40-minute drive.

Once I connected the dots, the worry went away. I usually don’t worry about things I can’t control anymore, even if they are things that I love dearly. I’m buried deep into the Gabriel Garcia Marquez autobiography, which is lovely, and I found a new mystery that Maria and I might love.

I’m going to Albany on Thursday morning to refit my foot brace. I now know I must figure out where these things come from if I want them to disappear.

Meditation has been a miraculous help; I’m popping some bubbles.

I’ll be back for lunch.

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I just got an SOS from Sarah at the Cambridge Pantry. She wrote, “Today was one of those days that cleaned us out of some important items. We had 52 families in two hours. Several were very large families. If we could promote three things, it would be helpful: They are all inexpensive: ranch dressing, Parmesan cheese, and elbow Mac. I put them all on the Wish List.

I told her I’d jump on it when I got back tomorrow afternoon. If you want to check out the wish list yourself (it is inexpensive), feel free. You can see those items on the Cambridge Pantry Wish List here. People out there are getting hungry and pressured. It’s a blessing to be able to help.

The most expensive food she is seeking costs three dollars.

I’ll write more about it when I get home from Albany.

Enjoy the photos. They are special to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

22 May

Chronicles Of Zip, Foiled Again By His Nemesis, The Queen Of The Chipmunks

by Jon Katz

I give Zip points for determination. Every day in mid-afternoon, his nemesis, who I have labeled the Queen Of The Chipmunks, sticks her head out of the wooden wall and stares at Zip, who takes up position about 20 feet away and lies stone still as she moves around the stone wall. The chipmunks have a vast network of secret tunnels; Zip sticks his head in the openings but has yet to find a way.

As I sat on the porch, engrossed in my work, I observed Zip’s playful dance with the Queen (a name I whimsically assigned). It seemed to me that she was teasing him, luring him forward, then retreating, causing him to freeze.  It was like they were playing chess.

He attempted various routes around the wall to outsmart her, but each time he approached, she disappeared into one of her secret tunnels, leaving him frozen, ticked off, I think.

I’m browsing the names of famous female warriors; I’ll find a better name for her. Any ideas will be welcome. She moves too fast for me to capture her on a camera. I’ll keep at it also.

These chipmunks have also defied and escaped Bud, who stalks them reluctantly with no luck. I came over to sit in our chair, and Zip ran back, jumped in my lap, and continued the stare-down.  He never took his eyes off the Queen, who was squeaking and moving around quite visibly.

After one final attempt at the wall, Zip decided to call it quits. It’s a battle of wills, a war of the walls. While I adore Zip’s spirit, I can’t help but find myself cheering for the chipmunk, amused by their ongoing game of cat and mouse.

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