Saturday, April 13, 2019

The Tempest


By what strange mystical magic did I, semi-literate Peter Andrews, choose “The Tempest” as this month’s read for my Senior Center book club?
The texts, variations which I ordered, stuck to the text, not boding well for me.  My saving grace was Helen Mirrin’s recent movie, [Why?]
But since I do a movie night for our readers to get a different view, I choose Mirrin’s adaptation.

I’m normally lost after any 3-word Shakespeare quote; asleep after 10.
Mirrin’s version resonated with me – I put Tamsin into place as Director, since I remember her, at Cambridge, relaying that she and her classmates loved reinventing Shakespeare from a women’s point of view.  Mirrin’s Prosper(a) was, for me, Sue, as matriarch.  Miranda, with her bleeding arm, making everything right with the world, was Marisol.
And thus, it all made sense to me, which was a rarity.
Is anyone familiar with this possibly obscure performance?
I loved Ariel but could never place him in the above context.
In this rewrite, the male roles were incidental.  Was Shakespeare gay?

Saturday, April 6, 2019

The Migrant in Us All


I have continued to watch classic movies as my release valve for stresses and strains that tend to build up in our chaotic world.
Earlier this past week I watched, “The Deer Hunter” [‘78], and now tonight, “The Godfather” [‘72].  Both of these films, with famous directors, open with marriage celebrations.  The Deer Hunter group is Slavic, I like to think of them as Ukrainian.  They’re all steel-workers, making $40 an hour, steady; and going to war for God and Country, not as a job.  The mafia group is Italian, small business America.  Life is good for them too.
We ALL like a wedding.  These were both portrayed as great weddings, fun weddings, for everyone.  All America loves a fun wedding.  As a movie device, these fun moments serve to contrast the rest of those movies, which have rather nasty outcomes.
I relish these immigrant traditional rites, and I’m sure I have room for many more.  I think the sum total of all of these sorts of traditions are what makes us American.  We are the giant melting pot, at least we used to brag about that.
I understand that there are no more $80,000 a year jobs in steel mills, but America is still the land of opportunity.  Make education a priority and give your kids a break.
Millions of immigrants every year still think that America has a pot of gold waiting for them. 
I think they are right.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Flood Review Week 01


A Reflective View in the Aftermath of the Monte Rio Flood of 2019
I bought this house after the ’97 flood.  I thought about floods all the time that first decade, until the 2006 street flood.  During the next decade, flooding became a far distant concern.  Lulled by twenty years of peace end quiet into forgetting that floods could happen, instead of my plywood floors and walls, I converted to Dry Wall and Pergo flooring.
Week 01 – Feb 26, Tuesday to Mar 04, Monday
The Rise and Fall of the Russian River
Tuesday, Feb 26 -Warnings range from 39-41 feet at Hacienda
It took Correy and I all afternoon to strip our family room and movie theater venue in preparation for this week's flood. Took down the curtains that were too low. Raised the books from bottom levels, took out all the rugs, chairs, lamps, etc.  Moved upstairs towels, electronic equipment, and small tables.

Wednesday, Feb 27 -Rise is higher than Warnings
We were all in denial – it couldn’t go that high – I moved my car to Sunnyside at 4pm, because it looked like it wasn’t going to wait until morning.  Then I got a call from Wolfe’s wife at 7pm, you had better move your car, it’s coming onto Sunnyside.  I waded up to my chest, through the back yard to get to my car and put it up on Hillside.  I switched to a swimming suit and a pair of crocs to do this – no use destroying a shirt and pants or shoes by wading in the river sludge.  I showered when I got back to the house.  This is what I also did to go downstairs that night to take pictures and save a few more things: stripped then showered.
This is my first real flood.  I had a tease in 2006, when the street had six inches of water, which turned into sixteen inches in my garage.
This one is predicted to be bigger: maybe 44, possibly 46, worst case 48'.
But high enough, to try and save what I can, from the rooms below.
Maybe I was wrong with the Pergo for downstairs.
I was overconfident (who, me?) and stated that it would NEVER flood again.
I've already figured that I will install cheap pine boards next time, which I can do myself.
It's past eight and I just moved my car already.
I watched out the front window, as strong streams were whooshing down the faux gutters along Hwy 116, thinking, " twelve hours from now, these will certainly be torrents, possibly a foot deep in the driveway".
Carol and I discussed that it should be safe to wait until morning, but that was should, and she gets up a quarter a day before me.  I noticed that two of my "uphill" neighbors had already evacuated:
The driving rain is unrelenting.  The associated wind has knocked over a five-year Clematis vine, attached to lattice work held up by a 4" X 4" in the ground.
My finch guys are ravenous from early morning through enervating, twilight-continued, pounding rain.
I even put out big-bird food this evening for those horrid pigeons, feeling sorry even for them.

           
 This is what I wake up to -6:30 am.

              My Front Door, My Neighbors, and The National Guard
Actually, it is still Rising -- higher than Warnings.




Wednesday, Feb 27 -The Damage
I like this picture because above left of the library is Gisela watching over; I lost the sofa bed in the movie room and the back yard was deep with muck all the way to the fence.

The Rise and Fall of the Russian River
Thursday, Feb 28 -Aprรจs L’Deluge
An amazing number of things came through unscathed. It’s looking now that I only lost one row of books and a futon for the living room sofa bed. Who Knew: that I was a low point in Monte Rio (my side of the river)?  I found the rest of town had already retrieved their cars, and were having fun, like Correy, sailing boats to and fro. Alas, I was too late to catch the local market open, so another night of beans and beer.
Tomorrow morning, I set off for Coffee Bazaar, bright and early, thence to Home Depot to acquire: a power washer, a Contractor’s Box of Yard/Debris Garbage bags, a few extra tarps and bungee cords, two EZ-Ups, Hip-Waders, and a clean garden hose for 1st-level washing of stairs and things in the yard. We pray for a mild rain to wash the plants and ground of this brown gunk.

March 1 -Friday – Casual Dress Day
 My sister has asked, “What is the plan?”  There are multiple, concurrent plans, but I’ll break those into primary and secondary missions.
Primary Mission is CLEAN UP.  This will take 4-5 weeks, and it will continue to rain this March and into April.  Everything will have to come out of the downstairs at some point.  But while accomplishing that objective, we need to clean it and store it somewhere that’s dry and safe – my upstairs is already spilling over with “saved things”.

 

1.) As the water resides this March week [1], we need to clean three spots on the property that will be set-aside for this storage goal.  Concurrently we need to clean the entire property, from back to front.  The three spots are:   a) the shed, b) the back patio (that and the shed are on concrete pads).  We need a 10-foot EZ-Up for the back patio, and another one for, c) the upstairs deck area.  These areas can tolerate things like being hosed off without getting muddy.
2.) Week [2] is for bringing out what’s left downstairs – everything.  As things are brought out, they need to be cleaned and examined for salvageability.  We need to start a disposal area for the trash.  Some things will require extensive taking apart and cleaning, then evaluating, like washing machine, dryer, sauna, refrigerator, sofa bed frame, dressers, propane heaters, tables, book shelves, cabinetry.  Concurrently someone needs to go through all the books and papers to examined for salvageability.  Another concurrent secondary project is the garage.
3.)  Once the downstairs is completely empty, the examination for salvageability will continue on as a secondary task.  Primary goals of week [3] is to assess damage to floors and walls, possibly electricity and plumbing.  This can create a lot of debris, sheet rock, insulation, and wood mainly.  It’s an appropriate time to review load bearing timbers, floor joists, and cross timbers.  Windows and doors may need to come out and be reinstalled.  Concurrent with these examinations is a secondary project to dry everything out.  There are fans in the garage and the sauna room.  The dehumidifiers need to get going again, maybe extra dryers.  The gray-water system needs to get going again.
4.) A week [4] of wrapping up all projects while planning is going on for what is to be re-installed, or newly-installed, and in what sequence: floors, walls, windows, doors. This amounts to the planning for the month of April.  Also, what to buy, replacing old things: curtains, furniture, appliances, supplies.
5.) April weeks following are putting it all back together again.

The Rise and Fall of the Russian River
 March 1 -Friday – Casual Dress Day
Tomorrow a major dump run and a visit to Dick's in Coddington Mall for two E-Z Ups, 10-foot canopy, to be erected in the afternoon.
BTW - all the electrical worked simply fine.  I flipped all the breakers back on this morning.  I haven't tried the sauna yet (!?).  I haven't even dared to go into the laundry room.  Correy and I each have 2-3 pair of shoes out on the back porch covered in "mud".
We will stop at Payless Shoe store tomorrow for two-pair each of additional footwear.
Getting those E-Z ups erected before next Tuesday's drenching rain is an important milestone.


Reflecting back four weeks to Friday, March 1st
Sitting on my back patio, where the birds and the bees used to zoom in and out around twilight.  A time just like now, daylight-savings adjusted, but with no bees, and no hummingbirds.
We are all readjusting to a world as it is, rather than a world as it was.
I can no longer use a term such as, “like before”.
More appropriate would be, “pre-repetitive flooding era”.
I Love Plywood.
Saturday, March 2 - – Garage Emptied Out – We start our Debris Piles
Boy, that first glass of chilled white wine tastes good.
Gisela, I got your good-luck Gnome today and it worked already.
I heard that 30 young men from the North County Detention Facility (the Farm) are stopping by Monte Rio tomorrow morning to load all debris that is curbside (see photo) into trucks.  So, I redoubled our efforts and got the garage completely empty (squeegeed clean), with the help of Correy and friend, Ken.
Pat: Ken worked 5 hours, side by side with me, and I gave him a fifty.
My glass-half-full view on a yellow tag:
  1) It's not a red tag. [btw: Fern's got red-tagged because they serve food]
  2) I was reminded that the tag is only for sheet rock and may not invoke a review of other than sheet rock status.
  3) There is no time limit on this, that I can see.  [3 years, I later find.]
On balance, we made gains today:
  a) cleared the back patio for staging area
  b) cleared the garage
  c) acquired the E-Z Ups at $60 each, which we'll erect tomorrow after the rain
  d) Correy and I now have warm, dry footwear to continue the battle Sunday's Plan 
  1) Using a tarp and a dozen rubber mats, establish a clean, dry path from the back-fence gate to the back staircase.
 2) Erect E-Z Ups on the back patio and mid-way along the above-mentioned pathway from the back fence.
  3) Finish cleaning remaining non-debris in the front yard and store it in the back-yard staging areas.


 The Rise and Fall of the Russian River
March 2 -Saturday – Inspectors, Debris Piles, and then a quiet Saturday Night

Omnipresent County Officials dominated the day along with work crews from everywhere: family and friends.  Murphy had retired firefighters from six counties.  It was a total frenzy of activity until sunset.
Then deathly, macabre quiet; more rain in the already wet streets; everyone tired?  Everyone contemplating?  Many out for a drink or food?  All sort of possibilities, but surely quiet.



I was interested in the differences between light and dark moods, all taken with the same camera and settings, but some light and energetic; others dark, almost noir, black and white images of empty streets.
This was Saturday night, after a frenetic day of de-mucking, debris-piling, gathering of friends, and serious discussions going on within well-lit houses.


Sunday, March 3 – Trying to mellow out – Did the crossword
We got the EZ-ups erected and power-washed the brick pathways.
Shock is setting in.  An enormous cleanup and rebuilding project just grew larger today because, “the county wants to help”.  They yellow-tagged 600 RR homes, and another 50 homes and/or businesses were red-tagged.  Thank you PRMD. 
The word also came through that FEMA will not be helping.  Likewise, the County said that they were short on funds and would not be able to clean up debris, as they had in past floods.


Monday, March 4 – Supper Club Dinner
Take your pick, Patti, we won't get to any of these things by this weekend.
Removal of bits and pieces, Pull all doors for later re-installation, Pull out all dry books: box and store, Pull out all raised cabinetry and store, Wash and store all material that wasn't in flood water (now in back yard), Pull the cover pads (and save) from switches and wall sockets (blue tape them as a warning), Re-Locate the Washer & Dryer and get them working again, Clean out the refrigerator, relocate it and get it working again, Pull the two propane heaters, clean and store
Demolition Tasks pull up flooring, pull all sheet rock including garage (yellow tagged), Pull down all empty bookcases, pull out all floor level cabinetry, toss any and all insulation, pull up and remove all the old front yard white picket fencing (yellow tagged).
Joel likes a challenge.  He did almost all of these above things, the next weekend.  And finished them within 24 hours.

Correy was in awe of the size of the debris pile. She kept wanting to rearrange it more logically.  Restructure and move the whole pile.  Not her alone, this was a common discussion item.  What did “Curb-Side” mean?





Thursday, April 4, 2019

Spring Aroma

Today, 
John wandered out from his fumigant-rich environment,
 installing sheet-rock,
 looking for a few scraps of construction wood.
He commented on the fragrant aromas,
 wafting from the branches of 
 Jasmine and 2 species of Clematis.
The aromas were overbearingly strong.
After he left with a handful of short 2X4s,
 I watched the bees.
They were back at work again,
 just like last summer and fall,
 doing their thing.  
It was peaceful and comforting.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Post-Flood Reflection


The Flood loss lessens each day.
The future becomes more clear.
Flood Loss is metaphorically similar to human loss.
Both are a known and predictable event, we just don’t know the when.
I, being the glass half-full guy, am way ahead of my curve.
Having down-shifted, prior flood, into my eighties,
  I can see more clearly the eventual shift,
     into the bedroom-free downstairs.
I can visualize that room now as the movie room, a movie screen at the far end [by the garage] with many chairs, etc. in the entrance area and just into the room, still separated by double-curtains.
Possibly, high up, book shelves on either side, where on non-movie days, this could be a community library reading room.  Home also to Peter’s Book Club [sorry, moved from the Senior Center].  After school homework study hall, local empowerment center, chess club, and tutor-help.
The entry, main, room, I see as a daytime meeting area, in a quiet environment: chairs, tables, blackboards, whiteboards, WiFi, rent it for $5 an hour.
The kitchen with running water and a sink, Microwave convection oven only, tables.
Two bathrooms kept going. Sauna/Shower, hallway bath to laundry room and full garage.
Floor happily as “sanded T&G plywood” with carpets as necessary.
To just have written this, and realized what I have said,
Short of a sermon on Sunday, this could be a Church site.
This was, secularly, the Guerneville Community Church.
Hello Pam.