My camera-mount shotgun microphone went up for sale this morning. Sony just announced a new camera (order placed) which features a digital audio interface and companion shotgun microphone (also ordered). In addition to the cleaner interface the new microphone can be configured with either a shotgun, uni-directional or omni-directional pickup pattern. The new camera and mike should arrive in September.
Jeanine has planted some very lovely flowers in our planter boxes. They in turn are a magnet for our local pollinators. While investigating damage to one of the boxes, I noticed this little fellow drunk on pollen and was able to grab my camera before he was finished doing his thing.
This automotive salvage yard in Somerville is located across the street from the construction site of a new 11 story, life sciences building near my office. Based on the going rate for commercially zoned land in the area, the owner of this lot could replace every single junked vehicle with a brand new one by selling the lot, probably more than the business has made over its entire life.
I just came across an interview that Nicolai did with Major League Soccer. He did not bother to tell me that he did this piece and I am wondering if even he has seen it yet.
Timed for peak blooming season, Jeanine and I travelled to the Rhododendron State Park in New Hampshire this afternoon. As much an excuse to road trip the new Audi, it was an extremely enjoyable afternoon which included a walk around the park’s loop trail and dinner out.
On the way back we stopped to put up the drone for an aerial view of Mount Monadnock with the Mountain Brook Reservoir in the foreground. This scene really wants morning light and it is only a matter of time before I return for another shot.
Maya has been busy cutting dovetails for the drawers that will go into her tiny house kitchen cabinets. She is working in baltic birch plywood which is dimensionally stable but a bear to machine without getting tear out. By using sacrificial backer boards both front and back she is turning out great pins and tails. I can’t wait to see the finished product.
We bid farewell to my brother Mark and his wife Marie after a delightful home made waffle breakfast. We stopped at the hospital one more time to see my mother before heading for the airport and our return flight to Boston. She was considerably weaker than yesterday but still strong enough to recount some of her childhood stories with us. At age twelve she contracted typhoid fever. At that time there were no antibiotics available to treat the disease; at least not in Ecuador. Several of her classmates died of the disease. Her mother pulled her out of the local medical clinic to care for her at home. She was placed in a cool bath several times a day to keep her body temperature in check. After a month she began to show signs of recovery only to regress to the point where her mother’s last resort was to pray for her recovery. Whether it was the prayers or diligent care, she managed to survive. She had to sit out an entire school year but recovered completely. We are hoping that she will find the strength to cheat death for a second time. When we said our goodbyes, however, we did so assuming it might be our last time to do so in person.
Several days ago my mother elected to decline all further medical intervention after a botched procedure to drain an abscess left her facing another surgery and little optimism for a positive outcome. She was disconnected from all machines and tubes (except oxygen which helps her breathe more comfortably), all medications and IVs were discontinued, and her vital signs are no longer being monitored. The opinion of medical staff at the hospital was that she would die as a result of this decision, one she took with a full understanding of the consequences. She has been phoning friends and relatives bidding them farewell and has been helping to plan her memorial service. There is just one glitch. I don’t think she is dying. Her color is good. She does not have a fever and she is remarkably lucid. Her pain is limited to the surgical incisions. She is rejecting all hospital food but scarfs down the special meals lovingly prepared by my brother (pureed kale, yams and potatoes). To be sure, she has lost a great deal of weight and is extremely weak and still thinks she is dying. Perhaps she is just rallying for the benefit of visiting family but I think there may be more chapters to be written in this story. I would not go so far as to say that her condition is improving but I don’t believe it is declining either. We will know a lot more in the days to come. In between hospital visits, Mark and I checked out the hospice facility we are trying to line up for her. The hospital is likely to discharge her soon and we need to have a care plan in place.
Fresh off a plane from Ireland where they were visiting family for the last two weeks, my nieces, Sophia and Rose caught a second wind and decided to bounce on the backyard trampoline with Nicolai. Both girls are looking more like young women than the “gerbils” I have chased about on prior visits. They are as strong as they are beautiful and a joy to be around. Earlier in the day Kyle, Maya and I flew into Minneapolis where we connected with Nicolai who flew in from Colorado. From there we picked up my brother and headed over to the hospital where my mother is a patient. Every time my brother’s implanted cardiac defibrillator shocks his heart back to life he is not allowed to drive for 6 months. He is currently in one of those periods which will last until September. We spent several hours with my mother whose condition I will report on tomorrow.
It has been 10 days since I last visited with my mother who is in Minneapolis recovering from surgery. When I left, she was in good spirits and able to ambulate with the aid of a walker. At age 90, she was well on her way to a full recovery. When her white blood cell count remained elevated, a CAT scan revealed a tangerine sized abscess in her abdomen, a manageable consequence of her surgery. During a procedure to drain it, her surgeon accidentally perforated her bowel. Faced with the prospects of a third surgery to address the perforation and a less than desirable best case outcome, my mother has decided to forgo any additional medical intervention. It is not impossible but highly unlikely she will recover. Tomorrow morning Maya, Kyle and I will fly to Minneapolis where we will meet up with Nicolai who is flying in from Colorado. There we hope to spend time with her, reminiscing about better days and sharing our love for her. As much as I agonize over losing her, I respect and admire my mother’s decision to die on her own terms, just as she lived her life.
“Building a road to space so our children can build the future”. That is the mission statement of Blue Origin where Maya has accepted an internship beginning this fall. Based in Seattle, the company is developing reusable sub-orbital and orbital launch vehicles and a flexible lander capable of delivering a wide variety of small, medium and large payloads to the lunar surface. Its capability to provide precise and soft landings will enable a sustained human presence on the Moon. Maya was required to submit a headshot on a white background so my services in the photo studio were requested. Prior to taking the photo, Maya, Jeanine and I watched the US women defeat the Netherlands in the finals of the FIFA World Cup. Not normally known for our interest in watching soccer on TV, the three of us, joined occasionally by one or both of the boys, enjoyed watching the US games together.
This morning I played in a soccer match against the English National over 60 team. We were originally scheduled to have 20 players available, half from my Concord United team, half from neighboring teams. Given my cracked rib, I brought my camera gear and planned to photograph the game rather than play in it. When only 13 players showed up, I was needed on the field and wound up playing for a good 70 minutes in the sweltering heat. With the score tied at 2-2 in the second half, I scored a nice goal to secure the lead when their goalie mishandled a header. Unfortunately, they responded with two subsequent goals for the win. We enjoyed a great barbecue with them after the game and I was pleased to have earned my first cap (goal scored during international competition – see better definition here). It is a trivial accomplishment compared to Nicolai’s 17 caps but one I am am happy to have made. In other soccer news, the Concord Journal ran a nice story about our championship victory last week.
At just over 2000 feet high, Mount Wachusett is really more like a really big hill. Even so, it is a popular ski area given its close proximity to Boston. It is flanked on one side by a number of very pretty lakes which I thought would make for a nice foreground. It proved a pleasant distraction after I spent nearly the entire day repairing the dust collector in my workshop. It is a massive 2HP cyclone which stands 10 feet tall and weighs several hundred pounds. It is so tall that I had to position the top mounted motor in between joists of my 9 foot high shop ceiling. Even without a cracked rib, I would be hard pressed to lower the motor and fan assembly without assistance. Working alone, I had to devise various rope and pulley based schemes to lower one section at a time and to hoist them back in place once the repair was completed. It took three hours to disassemble and lower the system to the ground and four hours to put it back up. The repair took about fifteen minutes. Not a very satisfying ratio of overhead to actual repair work but I was pleased that I could bring a $3000 piece of machinery back on line with a bit of ingenuity and elbow grease.
Pictured above are the Thacher Island Twin Lights (aka the Cape Ann Light Station) located near Rockport. These are the first lighthouses built in the US to warn of danger rather than to demarcate the entrance to a port. More than 500 shipwrecks lie below the waters of Cape Ann. Thacher Island is also where the witness protection program got its start when notorious Boston hitman Joe “the Animal” Barboza, who agreed to testify against the New England mob in 1967, became the first participant along with his family. A movie entitled “Thacher Island” telling his story is being readied for release. Today, Jeanine and I took a road trip to the Cape Ann peninsula where we lunched on the patio of the Beauport Hotel before meeting up with one of our friends whose mother owns a spectacular home in the area. We also visited the Paper House and the Ten Pound Island Lighthouse.
The Rockport Paper House’s walls, doors, and furniture are made of varnished newspapers—roughly 100,000 of them. 215 layers of paper were stuck together with a homemade glue of flour, water, and apple peels to make 1-inch-thick panels for the walls.
All the furniture, including a clock, desk, and chair, is functional and made entirely of paper. The only exceptions are the piano, which is only covered in paper, and the fireplace. The house has stood intact for over 80 years, with no more upkeep than the occasional varnishing. What’s more, the walls and furniture are still readable, displaying headlines such as “LINDBERGH HOPS OFF FOR OCEAN FLIGHT TO PARIS.”
