Sunday, October 31, 2021

Not a Fan

From left: Captain Hook, Tinkerbelle, Peter Pan,
The Crocodile, and Wendy
I am not a fan of Halloween. I'm not opposed to it, of course. I liked seeing my kids and their friends dressed up when they were little. I've been known to hold a plastic hook and brandish a cutlass when pirates are needed. Pumpkin decorating can be fun. I'm glad the current state of pandemic caution says trick-or-treating is likely safe and so the kids who have missed so much can enjoy it. 

But I'm not a fan of horror books or movies or zombies or what looks like dead people all over people's lawns. Pumpkins left outside get smashed or eaten by deer or squirrels. Most of the candy is poor quality, but I've been known to eat it anyway. Bah humbug!

Now, I'm holed up in my basement bunker with all of the outside and upstairs lights turned off. It's very quiet; I'm just reading. I have a dog that goes berserk - like Rumpelstiltskin about to explode with fury - when someone comes to the door. I figured it was better to hide both of us than to leave him furious and scared all night. I did leave a bowl of M&M packets on the front porch, if anyone ventures up in the dark. It'll be interesting to see if any of it is there in the morning.

EEEK! Imagine how I jumped (and the dog too) when the door to the next room here in the basement started moving with something knocking against it just now! Turns out the robot vacuum cleaner is on its appointed rounds. Hopefully we can settle back in to the book for a while.

Saturday, October 30, 2021

Dead Man's Run


The 5K race scheduled for last night switched to an all virtual race because of the storm. But they opened the course for folks to do it on their own, so my girl and I headed down past Capitol Hill to Historic Congressional Cemetary, and ran it on our own. The day was absolutely gorgeous, a perfect 60 degrees for running.

This was my first 5K since the Before Times, and my girl's first ever! Her time was equal to my personal best time, but she is 22 and I was 60 when I made that time, so ok. We both are doing run/walk intervals timed by a watch. My run intervals are slower than some people's walks, but the mechanics of running are different than walking. It's always clear to me when I'm doing which. The advantage of doing these short running intervals is you can go further from the very first time out. Today, at two miles, my thought was that because my intervals are so short and I was going so slow, I'd be able to keep up the run intervals to the end. But by 2.75 miles, the rest of the course was all uphill, there was no cheering crowd, and I was done. I walked the rest of the way.

We had fun, and are signed up for an in-person Turkey Trot next month. 

I hope to train more before then. My knees are part of the limiting factor, but also my lack of cardio fitness. I'm doing physical therapy for the knees, but I've got to get out there for the cardio. Better fitness should spill over to everything else in my life, so the theory (and some of my previous experience) suggests.

In prep for this, I dug down in my drawers and closets and found some running clothes I hadn't been wearing. Some I gave to my girl and some I kept. Yay for shopping my closet!

Friday, October 29, 2021

The Worst Flooding Since Isabel

About 5-6” covering the pier

We’re having a fairly normal fall storm, but the angle of the winds have combined with the tides to create the worst flooding in the Chesapeake area we’ve seen since hurricane Isabel, in 2003. Earlier this week there was a nor’easter north of us, and the drainage from up north down into the Chesapeake is aggravating the situation.

There was a general email sent out by a substitute caretaker at the marina (the owner is on a foreign vacation) suggesting everyone needed to look to their boats. I was scheduled to run a 5K with my girl this evening, but it was cancelled as the Anacostia River trail is under water. As a result, I had the time and decided to go up - more to look at it than because I was worried.

The drive up was miserable. Normally under an hour, we poked along on the interstate at about 40 mph. In unlikely timing, I got to the marina during a relatively dry interval between two rain bands. It was an hour or two after high tide, but it was pretty high! It was over the dock, by several inches. I had brought my boots, and was able to get down to the end of the pier where my boat is.

The floating dock is higher than the fixed pier.
The metal ramp connects the two.
Mutima is on the right.

This spring, the marina installed new floating docks at end of the fixed pier, and I was lucky enough to get one of the few slots. As a result, I tie my floating boat to something that also floats, and so my boat and the dock move together. This is why I wasn’t too worried about how Mutima would come through. But, I wanted to see it.

For previous storms, I’ve had to tie my floating boat to fixed pilings, and so it’s hard to get a line that has enough slack to hold the boat as it floats up, but not too much slack to make it too loose in lower water, and thus likely to bang into the sides of the slip. 

The winds kicked up while I was there, and they made me stagger a couple of times and make sure I had very firm footing. After about 20 minutes, the skies opened back up and I headed home. Waze took me on a tour of alternative roads, apparently any road being better than I95 tonight. I was through the worst of it before dark.

The highest water is likely to be around 2 am, high tide and the tail end of the storm. I may make another trip back up in the next couple of days to make sure all is still well.


Monday, October 25, 2021

Homemade Dog Toy

 I heard about this from someone in our (zoom) dog training class. I dropped treats down through the tubes (with Bixby watching) and set it down. It took seconds for him to get the idea. We did it repeatedly. 

Watch Bixby:


Link if can’t see:

https://youtu.be/giLDWYbsclw

Imagine Rocky with this! He had the drive, but no finesse. He would have just eaten the whole thing, box and tubes and all! Only one go-round before having to replace it all!


Sunday, October 24, 2021

Glenstone

Nature and architecture housing art
Back in August, I visited the Glenstone Museum with my friend K. The Glenstone Museum is a private entity, funded almost exclusively through a single family's fortune. This place is a result of a single compelling vision, clearly not the result of a committee. They have space-limited tickets (even before Covid); tickets are free but are hard to get, going fast like Hamilton tickets when a new bunch are released. I had set an alarm for the first of August at 10 am, and actually went on-line within minutes of the reminder. I was expecting the newest batch of October spaces, but to my surprise they had some near-term August tickets also available. I snagged two for later that same week, because why not?

Glenstone is clear on having a three-point vision: Art, Architecture, and Nature. Their art is post-WW2, their architecture is modern and green, and their nature is meant to enhance the previous two and reflect the land's regional ecosystems. It's on former farmland west of DC (all land near DC is former farmland, unless it's current farmland). Every aspect of the site is tightly controlled, down to the uniforms the on-site workers wear. They are grey, meant to be distinctive but blend with the modern architecture and not detract from the art. (The grey uniforms frankly looked like socialist worker costumes to me.) I understand most of the folks working there are hired for their interest in, and further trained in, the art.

Engaging directly with outdoor art
The art includes a permanent collection and visiting exhibitions. There are two indoor spaces, a conventional gallery and an amazing mostly underground space with surface pavilions and light wells for natural light. There are also giant outdoor pieces, which is part of the compelling vision. There is a new building under construction, to display a single piece of art. Imagine that, what it takes to do that! Money and ego, in huge amounts, I would think. There are trails, winding along meadows and down to a stream with wooded edges. There is a sound-art installation, which we heard from a distance but missed the full experience due to time limitations - reason alone to go back. 

Partly what had sparked me to visit was an article about a visiting exhibition, a retrospective on the African American artist Faith Ringgold. Amazing and breathtaking, to follow the decades of her evolution to the current day. The below-ground exhibits were part of the permanent collection, interesting and intriguing modern art displayed in a very conscious way to make connections and contrasts. No photography indoors is allowed, which then drove me in the direction intended: engaging with the art directly. I was entranced with an installation that was an entire room, with running water from multiple sinks, along walls evoking a forest, and stacks of newspapers making piles everywhere. What was it about? No clue in any notes, we were left on our own to experience it for ourselves

The trails only cover a mile or two, not a serious hiking experience. But to the delight of many visitors, including me, a large wild turkey family crossed the path in front of us, from one part of the tall meadow to another.

I was taken aback to find, down by the shady stream, a vast expanse of a very very nasty invasive weed, Japanese stiltgrass, Microstegium vimineum.  It's expecially egregious to have it growing on the banks of a stream, where the seeds are going to wash downstream and spread further than by air alone. Once seen in this beautiful place, it couldn't be unseen. To me it was like an artwork that had been defaced by vandals, detracting significantly from the experience. (I provided this feedback to the museum, hoping they had a plan to manage this. I am aware the only way to manage it is very labor-intensive, but it really has to be done.)

Kind of a Shrek vibe, no?
One of the most famous pieces at Glenstone is Jeff Koons' Split Rocker, a huge sculpture with interior plumbing that feeds an annual display of colorful living plants. I had seen photos, and it was part of my impetus to visit. Because it's living, it is different every year. One of the guides told us that due to this year's weather, it was the best it had been in years. It was magnificent, and I lingered to both take pictures and study how it was put together, what plants were used, what glimpses of the plumbing and works I could get.

Imagine my delight when, going through the old travel photos of my mother, I came on this! While info in my mother's scrapbook is sketchy, from what I can tell the photo is from the year 2000. An internet search suggests the sculpture was in Avignon, France that year., the year it was created. How cool is it to have this!




Saturday, October 23, 2021

Norway in the 20th and 21st Centuries

TL;DR - there are some Norwegian TV shows that will be even more fun if you have a little background in Norwegian history.

I've been watching Norwegian TV shows, and that sent me down an internet rabbit hole to understand some of the larger context and to go a little deeper on some points. (Aside: I am struck by how lucky I am to be able to sit on my couch with my tablet - a device with no moving parts - and have the entire history of the world - with moving pictures - at my fingertips!) Most of my information comes from Wikipedia, a source I figure to be fairly reliable (and one I give an annual donation to, because they are so very useful). Already, sitting down to write this piece has led me to several additional clicks and digressions, so this may take a long time to get finished!

I have always had a special interest in Norway, due to my family heritage. My maternal grandfather was born in Norway; my maternal grandmother was born in the U.S. but had elder siblings born in Norway. So I've had a sketchy knowledge of the history, have visited the country a few times, and even met the Norwegian relatives in one of those early visits. (Sadly the families all lost touch with the death of the older generations.)  This has no doubt given me a predilection to be more likely than the average viewer to watch Norwegian TV.

I watched a Masterpiece series called Atlantic Crossing. This is the 8-episode story of Norwegian Crown Prince Olav and, especially, Crown Princess Martha, during World War 2, from the invasion of Norway by Germany in 1940 to the surrender of German troops in 1945. Martha spent most of the war years in America, where she famously and possibly scandalously was great friends with FDR. From there, I encountered a movie called The King's Choice, which focuses on the first few days of the German invasion of Norway and the government and the King's response to it.

So here's a recap of some of the history of Norway in the first half of the twentieth century, including the events in these shows:

Current borders
In 1905 Norway finally threw off the oppressive yoke of its foreign ruler, i.e. the Norwegian and Swedish parliaments agreed Norway should be its own country with self-determination, for the first time since the middle ages. The Norwegians decided their own form of government should be as a constitutional monarchy, and so they elected a younger son of the King of Denmark to be their new king. (Aside: Norway had full women suffrage by then, far before England and the U.S., so it was not only half of the country deciding this, but all the adult citizens.)  Viewers of The Crown will be familiar with the duties of the British constitutional monarch: a lot of ceremonial and symbolic things, and specific recognition of the legitimacy of the Prime Minister and "the government"; Norway is similar, except the king routinely sat in cabinet meetings with the top ministers. Norway's new king enthusiastically embraced the Norwegian-ness of his new role and ensured his only son was raised thoroughly Norwegian.

So it was this elected King and his adult son and daughter-in-law, and their three young children, that were the royal family during the second world war. 

Norway, along with Sweden and Denmark, stayed steadfastly neutral during the first world war. They all three planned to do the same as the second world war broke out in continental Europe, and none of them had a large standing military. But this was a different time and new norms emerged. Norway's strategic importance came from its long, mostly ice free Atlantic coastline which gave year round open ports, unlike Sweden and Finland who became ice bound in the Baltic Sea. Germany did not have sufficient iron ore to support its war effort, and decided the Swedish iron mines in that country's far north would be their reliable source. The only way to get the ore to Germany in sufficient volume was via rail to Norway's northern coast and then via sea down to Hamburg and other ports. 

Finland was attacked and invaded by Russia (which was initially allied with Germany), partly to get access from the other direction to the Swedish ore. So Britain decided to invade Norway to secure the coastline, ports, and rail heads. Initially they asked for free passage from both Norway and Sweden to do this, and both countries declined. And so, in early 1940, Britain made a plan with France to invade anyway, hoping the Norwegians would bow peacefully to a fait accompli. But the allies squabbled over details and pushed their plans back by just a few days. During that delay, in April 1940, Germany invaded both Denmark and Norway, using the imminent British invasion as their reason. In just a few hours, little Denmark surrendered - including their king (the Norwegian king's older brother). (Aside: Denmark retained some internal independence for the first couple of years, but then became completely subordinate to Germany. But Denmark was the only country in Europe that effectively protected the entire Jewish population, evacuating essentially everyone to Sweden overnight, and it was done with the King's support).

The tiny Norwegian military, without any instructions from the dithering government, resisted the German invasion in Oslo long enough for the cabinet ministers and the royal family to escape to the northern countryside. This gave the Norwegian government time to decide on their response to the invasion: surrender or declare war on Germany, ally with Britain and France, and fight?

Remember little Norway had only been independent for 35 years at this point. Surrendering would put them under Germany's thumb, though with a puppet Norwegian government headed by a Nazi-associated member of parliament, Quisling, who had proclaimed himself head of government and seemed to have Hitler's backing. (Does the name ring a bell?) The only possibility of fighting was if the allies came with troops and ships, and they were busy fighting and losing in France at that time - the Dunkirk evacuation yielding the continent to Germany was still a couple of months away. But if Norway went to war, there would be likely massive loss of Norwegian life and destruction of their country.

As the cabinet wrestled with the ramifications of their possible choices, the King and the Crown Prince independently reached a decision. The Crown Princess and her children had fled to Sweden, seeking refuge from her uncle, the King of Sweden, and eliminating a possible pressure point. If the cabinet decided to surrender and recognize the unelected Quisling as head of government, the King and his entire house would abdicate rather than legitimize this puppet regime. Who knows how influential that was in the cabinet's decision? At any rate, tiny Norway declared war on Germany.

Britain executed part of their original invasion plan by occupying the Faroe Islands and Iceland, both at that time considered part of Denmark. Allied troops did land in northern Norway, and actually defeated German troops there and held them off for months. But eventually, the allies decided the position was untenable, they wanted the troops for continental Europe, and they evacuated, leaving the Norwegians to years of occupation and resistance. 

The cabinet and King and Crown Prince fled to Britain, where for a while the King and Crown Prince lived in Buckingham Palace with their cousins the British royals. The Crown Princess and the royal grandchildren proved an embarrassment to Sweden after they rejected a German plan to bring three-year-old Harald to Norway to be the new King of a puppet regime. (Tiny Sweden was trying hard to persuade Germany of the value of maintaining nominal Swedish sovereignty and neutrality in a very friendly regime, rather than simply annexing them.) So the young royals made their way to Finland and then to America on a still-neutral American ship that was fetching home Norwegian-Americans and others who had ties that gave them visas to get there. For a while, the Crown Princess and her children lived in the White House with a smitten FDR, making it official that the Norwegian royals had the nicest reception of any refugees anywhere any time. 

Norway, like France, maintained a government-in-exile in Britain, sponsoring many effective resistance efforts. One notable one included thwarting Germany's atomic bomb efforts through destroying a plant making "heavy water" needed for these weapons. Norway suffered greatly during the occupation, with the Nazis seizing and sending food to Germany, leaving the Norwegians to grow cabbages in every square foot of arable land. In 1944, after D-Day, the Soviets combined with the Norwegians to open a northern front, recapturing the mineral rich north. The hapless Finns had much of their northern territory permanently ceded to the Russians with the allies' blessing at the end of the war. Little Norway escaped that same fate due to support from Britain and the U.S., and now shares a far-northern border with Russia. The Royal Family returned to Norway after Germany's surrender to much acclaim and remains very popular there. The current King Harald V is the little boy who evacuated during the German occupation.

Fast forward to the latter part of the twentieth century and early days of the twenty-first. Norway is one of the richest countries in the world, with enormous reserves of oil under the North Sea yielding huge revenues, much of which goes to the government and is used for the benefit of the people, not private oil companies. They try to balance their green values with being a major world oil producer. They have a social welfare model and multi-cultural values, like the rest of Europe having accepted many more refugees than the United States. They also have a significant racist faction and have experienced white terrorism with significant loss of life. 

So with this backdrop, we (finally!) come to the two near-future 21st century Norwegian series I've been watching. The first, Beforeigners, has so-far a single season, and a second under way. I wrote in May 2020: "my absolute current favorite is Beforeigners from Norway via HBO. The premise is amusing: people from ancient times start to appear in present-day Norway in sufficient numbers over sufficient years to present an immigration issue that challenges the culture. It's neo-nordic-noir; our heroes are a present day troubled and cynical detective and his rookie Viking shieldmaiden partner. There are also some naked men."

And one I've just barely started: Occupied. It's premise is just on the edge of plausible:  A very green Norwegian prime minister chooses to shut down all oil and gas production in order to go renewable and prevent more global warming. Europe needs the Norwegian supply and is in crisis as a result. Russia sees an opportunity and with Europe and America's passive acceptance steps in "just to re-start critical energy supplies". When I first started this 3-season series last year, I was taken with it. But in last year's considerable constant real-life political angst, this tale of consciences struggling with compromise and collaboration versus resistance was too hard for me to concentrate on, and I only watched a couple of episodes.

Now, with my more in-depth background understanding the Norwegian experience and occupation in WW2 and the subsequent Russian invasion in the far North, there are additional overtones to the story I will look for. It's available on Netflix, and it'll pop up in my rotation fairly soon.

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Hey, It’s October!


 I finally woke up to the fact that if I’m going to use my pumpkin tablecloth at all, I’d better hop to it. I love this little vignette!