I am older than I have ever been (04/21/2024)

I am 70 years old, going on 71, the oldest I have ever been, at least when you do not believe in reincarnation. Otherwise in a previous life I could have been a turtle, elephant or some other creature that outlives humans. That is of course also assuming that these animals did not meet an untimely death as the result of poachers or worse some millionaire schmuck who killed me on safari.

Crap, I am not getting any younger, just older and older, but as the cliché goes, “it beats the alternative.” A lot of elderly like me joke about it, like “hey, I woke up this morning, that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” or “I checked the obituaries this morning and I wasn't in it.” But seriously, I am at the point that the obituaries of celebrities are my favorite part in the newspaper. I want to see how old they were when they died and what the cause was of their demise.

Our church has what are called fellowship circles, where a group of six to eight folks get together and exchange their feeling over a specific topic. It is meant to be personal and a way of getting to know each other a bit better and create friendships. Since it is a Unitarian Church, the character of God is never brought up; we don’t pray or talk about religion, maybe with the exception of bashing it. Believers in God, Christ, Allah, Buddha, humanists and even atheists are all welcome in the Unitarian Church.

My circle is held in the afternoon and as a logical result it consists of retired folks, everyone is in their late sixties and seventies. The topic of the day this past week was spring and reawakening of nature after the winter torpor. Maybe not surprising, but when my wife asked me when I got home how the meeting was, my answer was that we discussed old age, mortality, and our anxiety about getting older. It was somewhat amazing how we got there, but it seems that I am not the only one struggling with the impending decline. Now here they say that human bonds, friendships and fellowship are the prerequisite to living longer. I hope that talking about death contributes to aging gracefully and gives us a few more extra quality years.

This week we also met a neighbor of ours at a party at one of our local breweries. We had not seen her in some time, and she let us know why. Her husband, a retired NASA scientist was diagnosed of coming down with Alzheimer. He is in his mid-70s and they have been at neurologists trying to find a way of slowing down the decline. Another (male) friend was there and he told me he has osteoporosis. He is 75 years-old, very skinny and a retired NASA scientist. I read somewhere that the 70-ies are supposed to be the “go-go” years, the 80-ies the “slow-go” years, while at your 90th birthday you enter the “no-go” decade. I better get going, I've got nine more years of fun ahead of me.

This old man and his wife!

Desert and Walden (3/22/2024)

Last week I signed up for a workshop with Clay Jenkinson that will be held at a resort in Idaho in early January next year. I will need to fly into Missoula, MT and it is somewhat interesting to tell folks it is in Idaho, because it feels like it is in Montana. The workshop is a discussion of two books, somewhat like a book club. We will be discussing Theroux's “Walden" and Abbey's “Desert Solitaire.” Interestingly, I have both books and have read parts of both of them. While it is still nine months or more away, I started re-reading Desert Solitaire.

Desert Solitaire discusses Abbey's time working for the National Park Service at what is now Arches National Park. I spent time in the Moab, Canyon Lands area in 1980 and 81 during my graduate studies at Utah State University. We returned as tourists in 1991 when we lived in Gallup, NM. By training, I am an arid land (or desert) ecologist, or even better a plant-ecophysiologist or stress physiologist. Abbey's book is hitting close to home when he details the plants, animals and sights in the Moab area. His environmental views also align with mine, and I even think his cynicism. Naturally things have changed since the time he was there. I remember well that we felt terribly intimidated by the buff young mountain bikers during our 1991 visit, so we decided to just go for a hike in Arches and not rent bikes (and make fools of ourselves).

While reading Abbey's book I wondered about my desert experiences. Where have I seen them, encountered them and spent time in them? My first real encounter with a desert was that morning we woke up in the airplane that took us to our new job in Uganda. This was in 1978 and we were flying over the Sahara. I was in awe. Later in life I have set foot in what looked like a desert in the Turkana area of north-western Kenya; I spent a lot of time in the Four Corners Region of the US; on the dry Tibetan Plateau of Nepal; in the deserts of Yemen; Egypt; and in the Chihuahua in southern New Mexico. I also spent time in the Great Basin, the Sonoran and Mojave deserts of the U.S. I grew up on the Island of Curacao and lived there for 13 years and this island was pretty dry as well. The island was covered by cacti. This might explain my love for the desert.

One of these days I will try to describe some of my experiences in all these deserts. For right now I’ll start with some generalities about why I have this love for the desert. As I mentioned, I grew up in the Caribbean, and from my bedroom on the island I grew up on I could see for miles. I could see the main land of Venezuela on a clear day, and at night we often saw the lightning on the mainland. With every lightning bold you could see an outline of the mountains sixty some mile away. I often tell people that I need to see the horizon, or at least be able to see for miles and miles. The desert allows that. While as I am sure you are aware of, I love trees and forests; however, I need to get away from that and broaden my view. During our recent trip through the Dakotas I was in heaven as well, driving through the more arid short grass prairie and again being able to see the horizon.

Being an ecologist, desert survival of plants, animals and even people fascinate me. This is what I call stress physiology. Even when I was working on my bachelor’s degree in the Netherlands in pasture ecology and agriculture, I was spell bound by an article in (forgive me) the Readers Digest about reforestation in the Moroccan desert. I fascinated me so much that I requested a book by Evenari entitled “Negev the challenge of the desert.” The book detailed traditional (Bedouin) and modern ways of living and surviving in the desert. I read the book from cover to cover. This was before my Sahara flyover. Anyway, stay tuned and I'll write more some about my desert experience another day.

The high Arizona desert.   We are looking back at the mountain above Flagstaff.   I took this picture in September during our trip across country.

We finally can pee inside again (03/06/2024)

The powder room is completed; well, almost.  But darn it is usable and looks great!  It has been a long process.  Briefly after the memorial service for my father-in-law in March last year (I spoke about his passing <here>) we noticed that whenever we flushed the toilet water would come out underneath the toilet, in between the base and the floor.  We stopped using the toilet; we have two others anyway and the trees out back as well.  We eventually bit the bullet and decided to have things fixed professionally. 

I more or less knew what the issue was.  When they built our home in 1970, the plumbers of the time cut one of the beams in order to install the toilet drain.  The floor was sinking right under the toilet.  I had previously installed a few cheap jacks under it; however, I needed to crawl to the jacks every year or so to crank them up a bit.  Our homes were built in a swamp and the jacks were slowly sinking into the soft soil.  I was resting them on a brick.

Once we retired on June 1 it was time to contact folks to work on the crawlspace and fix things for good.  I am getting too old to crawl into the crawl space and crank on three jacks.  We decided to go for broke: have things fixed by installing two steel beams under the floor.  These beams are supported by jack placed on concrete pads. After that we had the crawlspace insulated and a dehumidifier put in.  Oh yes, we also found out that the chimney was separating from the house and needed to be jacked back up against the house.  Fun, fun!

We got bids from two companies and finally work started in August (I briefly mentioned it <here>).  We left on our road trip four days after the work was completed.  The plan was to start when we got back.   The work in August had gutted the entire powder room and we decided to upgrade it.  We needed new floor tile and vanity.  I wanted to put in a rustic wood wall behind the toilet and vanity.  While shopping around for tile we saw this tile product that looked like wood and we were sold.  A few days before we had decided on a vanity and it all seemed to match.  We ordered the materials and it was a waiting game.

All the sudden it appeared that our stove was broken.  The glass in the oven had cracked and we needed to do something about that.  I detailed some of the issues with purchasing a new stove <here>.   If you are a regular reader, you have seen some of the crawl space/powder room discussions there as well, but I could finally make a real start at the renovations around the beginning of December.  This was after I returned from my strange trip to the bonsai show in North Carolina, which I also detailed in that post.

It took me two months to finish the project, but I am somewhat done.  We still need to decide about the toilet paper roll hanger, install a dimmer, and replace a cover to our light switch.  A few minor details and that's it.  However, we are happy and it looks great.

A quick shout out to all the suppliers etc.  Of course we frequented Lowes; the crawlspace work was done by American Foundation Solutions; the vanity was ordered a Ferguson; and the tile came through Morris Tile.  Oh yes we got a Bidet toilet seat and light fixture through Amazon.  We are happy with the result and the number of trips that I make to the trees in our back yard have diminished.

The finished product!

 

Life goes on (1/13/2024)

It has been a while and is time to give you all an update. Retirement is still going smoothly, but I am a busy beaver, that is for sure. So, let’s have a little bit of an update. What has been going on since the beginning of January (yes, I promise that I will write more frequently).

For one, my church (the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of the Peninsula or UUFP) has decided that we need to move in order to grow more (have more members). During the past years we have had discussions about growth and is so how to do that. It was decided that we needed to move to larger facilities since the decision was made that we wanted to increase our membership, and we could not do that at our current location. After an exhaustive search for over two years, we found a place. When I toured the place, it was obvious that there were flooding issues at the church. Guess what, the church has a stormwater expert, me. And that is where the bulk of my time went.

What was wrong? Somehow, it became evident that there were and probably still are engineers who still think that water can be made to flow uphill. It seems that the church expanded in the past and as a result created an alleyway or what we call a breezeway. Whatever the name is, this breezeway is located between two huge expanses of roofs which all drain into a gutter system that does not work. In other words, the breezeway floods. The problem is that this breezeway has no outlet or what is thought to be the outlet is higher in elevation than the breezeway itself. In other words, water must flow up hill to get out of the area. Well, good luck.

Here I came into the picture. I analyzed the problem, spent some time in the alleyway and the entire property during rainstorms, developed a conceptual idea on how to solve the issue, get an idea of how much a solution would cost, so we can use that in the negotiations with the seller, and finally present my findings to the church members. Maybe soon I will detail what my ideas are in this blog.

In addition to all this, I am working on the tiling of our powder room. It is almost done; I still need to do some grouting. Don’t worry, pictures will follow of my masterpiece. On top of all this, we are having work done on the gazebo. It desperately was in need of a gutter system as well, and this was done this past week. But I had to take the string lights off, put them back on and buy a rainbarrel.

I present a class at the end of February, and I need to finalize that course. In other words, it looks like retirement is busier than employed life.

Yes, we take it easy as well. We settled into a schedule of going to bed around 11:30 and waking at 7:45. No, we do not set an alarm. Coffee, breakfast and dog walking takes us to 11:30 and then life starts in earnest.

I have started an excel spreadsheet where I track all our expenses and income. Our financial advisor told us that in addition to our retirement check we needed a set amount of money from our savings to keep the standard of living we had before retirement. This amount would keep our nest egg intact, based on some assumptions. However, we have no idea what we were spending our money on and how much. In addition, we don’t even know if the assumptions are correct. As you can see retired life is exciting, but I would not want to miss it one bit.

This is a photograph of the breezeway.  The staining on the concrete shows the lowest point in the system.  The sandbags indicated to us that there were flooding issues.

Work in progress at home.

Happy 2024 (1/8/2024)

The first week of 2024 is already past us and I noticed I haven’t updated my blog in a month or so. I guess writing every other day during the month of September and now trying to develop a personal photo book on our travel (self-published and heavily critiqued by my wife) has exhausted my writing skills. However, I do owe you an update. Moreover, I tend to write a review of the past year and I have not done that yet. It is crazy how fast time goes.

It has been an eventful year, ranging from the death of my father-in-law in February, to our purchase of the camping van in April, to our retirement on June 1, our trip to the west coast in September, after all the foundation work in August. This was capped off by my solo-trip and camping in the Kannapolis area. Per my previous post, I visited the area to attend a bonsai show. The rest of the year was more or less on cruise control.

Getting older is interesting. I am increasingly becoming aware of my mortality. I mentioned before that I think that getting old sucks. The other day my wife and I could not figure out why the stove wasn’t working. We bought an induction stove and the frying pan we have regularly used on that stove wasn’t working any longer. After approximately 10 minutes of trying and diagnosing, I suddenly noticed that we were trying to turn on the wrong burner, which was why the stove was giving us an error message. We are getting dense! That entire day we joked with each other about our impending senility. Still, it bugged me.

It has been a decent year for us. Retirement is good. While it is a sign of getting older, it beats the alternative. I was made to feel really good during my “Jan’s big goodbye tour,” and that will always stay with me. The cards, hugs, compliments and even a lunch date with the staff of Virginia Beach all made me feel special and good. It seems that I did make an impact during my career. I hope that I can consider that my legacy; well together with maybe this blog (this blog turned 10 years old this past June) and what we can do for my daughter and the environment. Come to think of it, I need to look at my top 10 posts list and see how life has changed over the ten years. The top 10 list is posted on each page of my blog in a column on the right.

The number one cliché of retirement is that you will be busier than when you were employed. Darn it, they are correct, although we have finally settled into a routine. We go to bed around 11 to 11:30 and wake up between 7:30 and 8. It seems that after reading the newspaper, breakfast and walking the dogs we usually start our day around 11:30. At least our Fitbit shows that I have an average of 12,000 steps each day. In other words, we are no slouches; we are very physically active. September was the month with the fewest steps. That was because we sat in the van and drove back and forth across this great country.

My bonsai (my true hobby) survived my absence. I have a major spring replanting ahead of me, but we will cross that bridge when we get there. I have been doing some pruning and wiring these past few months in anticipation of this spring task. Only one tree died this year, and that was before we left. Plants looked healthy throughout the year. Based on some of the stuff I saw on Mirai (a learning platform I follow) I treated my plants with diatomaceous dust in spring, I fertilized too little perhaps, but treated all plants with bone meal right before we left on our trip in August. Mirai is finding that silica and calcium are two under-rated or under-used elements. Diatomaceous dust contains silica and also functions as an insecticide. Bone meal provides calcium. The plants reacted beautifully to the two treatments.

To conclude, I am looking forward to 2024 and really hope to continue my writing and thinking. I hope you all have a great, productive year.

My evergreen bonsais enjoying sunny, relatively warm weather (50 degrees).