Sunday, November 3, 2024

Yet another post where I start off talking about how overdue my post is. This one is almost criminally overdue. But, sometimes things just conspire against you. Such is life. Suck it up and move on I guess. 

I do have a medical reason for part of the delay. A note from my doctor if you will. A bit over a month ago I had cataract surgery. Cataracts, a fairly normal condition as one ages, is a clouding in the lens. The remedy is to break apart and remove the cloudy lens and replace it with a new clear lens. Instant brightness. Because I have some other eye issues they also did a little laser carving on my cornea. Which fixed my long distance vision but my close up vision is still miserably bad. Nowadays, both procedures are routine operations and event-less for most people. Emphasis on “most” people. 

The procedure is done in two stages. Do one eye and a week later do the second eye. Seems logical. So I had the first eye done. Routine operation and nothing serious. Except I had one corrected eye and one not corrected eye. Which was highly interesting. By switching which eye I looked through I could get very different views of the world. The change in color intensity and brightness was stunning but more interesting was the actual change in color I saw. Especially on the lighter end of the spectrum. With the corrected eye, whites were brighter and almost had a bluish cast to them. Maybe the Rayleigh scattering that makes the sky blue? Looking through the uncorrected eye the same light colored object had a yellowish cast. Which makes me wonder – would Van Gogh see his pictures differently as he aged? 

The vision difference between the two eyes made walking and driving difficult. So I popped the prescription lens for the corrected eye out of my glasses. My brain was still trying to process color differences between the eyes but at least the vision was now fairly similar between the eyes. In my shop I took off the glasses so I could cover both eyes with safety glasses. Which was fine until I was using a grinder to sharpen a tool. I had to look closely at the edge so I put the prescription glasses back on to look through the remaining bifocal. And then I turned around and went right back to grinding. With a missing lens. Sure enough, a few hours later my newly operated on eye was irritated. 

When I went back to the eye surgeons they looked in my eye and informed me I had a tiny piece of metal in it. Even asked if I was grinding something. To remove the offending metal fragment they numbed my eye and put me in the examining fixture with my forehead and chin braced. Then a technician came up behind me and put her hand on the back of my head. No warm fuzzy feeling there. Next I saw the end of a stick coming at my eye and the doctor said, “I got it”. Then she looked again and said there was a rust trail in my eye that had to be removed. So she pulled out an eyeball dremel tool. Not much different than what a dentist uses in your mouth. Only this one requires a technician applying even more pressure to the back of your head to hold it in place. 

Anyway, a couple days later I had the second eye operated on. Things seemed OK until a day later when  Lise managed to elbow me in my newly operated on eye. Her pointy little elbow fit perfectly into my eye socket. It hurt. A lot. Nothing permanent, but it hurt. 

As my eyes have been recovering from the surgery an interesting phenomenon has occurred. My eyes are cloudy when I get up in the mornings. Like I’m looking through a haze. By about noon the fog clears a good bit. The cloudiness is bad enough, but with increased light getting to my retina it can be blinding. For several weeks I couldn’t safely drive in the mornings. Or look at a bright computer or phone screen. My eyes would start watering. Your eyes have a layer of cells that transport fluid out of the eye. During the day, when your eyes are open, fluid can evaporate. All good. When you’re sleeping this layer of cells has to carry the fluid away. Lucky me, I have a very, very thin layer of cells and they can’t carry away the fluid. Not good. The fix is to have donor cells transplanted into your eyes. That just sounds like a lot of fun. Right now the condition seems to be slowly improving so we are in a wait and see mode. No pun intended. 

Other than eyeball problems, our lives have been pretty hum-drum. Working around the house like building access ramps or painting the deck cover. I’d almost rather have eye surgery than do the painting. We’ve gotten a few short trips in and have entertained some visiting family and friends. The kinds of things that don’t allow time for writing blogs. We did get a trip back to Delaware for a week or so. Playing around in that artery clogging part of the country we enjoy so much

Handicap access ramp I built for the house

Lise painting the deck cover.

Entertaining our visiting friend Lindsay at Ritual cocktail bar, Lafayette, IN.

Tea candle holders I made for Lise’s annual Natural Gals trip.

Looking down the Lewes – Rehobeth Canal in Lewes, DE.

Cape Henlopen State Park. The Delaware Bay to the left of the lighthouse, Atlantic Ocean to the right.

Paddling through the Cypress trees in Trap Pond State Park, DE

The regular breakfast guys at Heisey’s Diner, Lebanon PA. We stop in Lebanon to visit family when driving between Indiana and Delaware.

Then there’s the groundhog wars. Either I won or we are in a waiting mode until spring. Likely the latter. I had been putting cotton balls soaked in coyote urine around the shop and deck trying to scare them off. After an application they would disappear for a couple days. Then we would leave for a day and they would have re-excavated their entrances. Sometimes just a trip across town was enough for them to do their excavations. In early September, when we got back from our Delaware trip, they had naturally reopened their entrances. I switched to a spray urine application instead of the cotton balls. There was no activity for a week until I left the house for a couple hours. They reopened one entrance but they did it from the outside, not the inside. I sprayed again and after two weeks of no activity I filled the hole back in. I do leave one entrance in the back of the shop open so they are not trapped underground. There has been no sign of them since then. Either they have departed the area or have gone into hibernation. But September seems early for hibernation. Still a lot of light, warm weather, and plenty of tomatoes to ravage. I can hope the war is over but I need to wait until next spring to find out. 

Going nuclear.

Saturday, May 25, 2024

We are now back in West Lafayette after a trip to Delaware. Good birding, some hiking and kayaking, a little photography and some great eating. This trip was mostly play time. Usually I program in maintenance time on the trailer. Not this trip. It was pretty much just go go go. 

While in Delaware a friend from Bloomington visited for a couple days. Always interesting to see a place you’re familiar with through new eyes. When she left we dropped her off at Baltimore-Washington International Airport on our way back to Indiana. Which means I hauled a ten-foot trailer loaded with kayaks and bicycles through the BWI departure area. Not recommended. Almost as much fun as driving it through the Philadelphia city center. 

Coastal Delaware is becoming highly developed. My family has had an association with the Lewes-Rehoboth area for about 50 years and the area has changed significantly in that time. At one time Lewes dried up in the winter. Think tumbleweeds blowing down the street. Now Lewes has a high end tequila bar the town is open all year. While Lewes and Rehoboth themselves aren’t growing, the immediate surrounding area has become a poster child for poor planning. I hate the over-development, but there is still the Delaware Bay, the Atlantic Ocean and miles and miles of coastline, coastal estuaries, and salt marshes. Protected by National Wildlife Refuges, State parks, and other protected areas that keep bringing us back. 

Salt marshes off Oyster Rocks Road, near Lewes, DE

We planned this trip to coincide with the Atlantic Seaboard northbound shorebird migration. Shorebirds migrate up from places south of the equator to arctic nesting areas. Delaware Bay is a key staging area for the migration. The shorebirds time their migration to coincide with the horseshoe crabs coming ashore to lay their eggs. The peak is around the full moon in May. This perfect timing has been happening for many millennia. Shorebird numbers have been declining the past couple decades but on the order of a million shorebirds will lay over in the Delaware Bay during the migration. All hoping to get enough energy from horseshoe crab eggs to make it to the arctic and reproduce. One can only imagine the numbers before human impacts caused their numbers to drop.

Short-billed dowitcher at Mispillion River Inlet and Oyster Rocks Road.

Ruddy turnstones at Mispillion River Inlet.

Piping plover (Federally Endangered), at Cape Henlopen State Park.

A wind-blown marsh wren, at Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge.

A non-bird red fox at Bombay Hook National Wildlife Refuge.

We did some hiking and kayaking too. We kayaked two places we were familiar with, Fleetwood Pond in Prime Hook National Wildlife Refuge and the Trapp Pond State Park Cypress Swamp Trail. Both places are within an easy drive for a couple million people, but we had them to ourselves. 

Outrunning a thunderstorm at Fleetwood Pond.

A very friendly black racer (we believe) at Fleetwood Pond.

Kayaking the cypress swamp at Trapp Pond State Park. I believe this is the northernmost cypress swamp in North America.

The skeletal remains of a racoon found on a trail in Cape Henlopen State Park. We don’t know what ate it, we just know we don’t want to meet it on the trail.

And we did some great eating. With today’s interstates and refrigerated trucks I’m sure one can get crabs, clams, and oysters reasonably fresh and safe to eat in the Midwest. But I just can’t bring myself to accept that. If you want good shellfish you need to be close to the source. Indiana is not. Even with climate change and ocean rise, Indiana isn’t going to be coastal for a long, long time. Indiana can give you great breaded pork tenderloin sandwiches.They win that one. But sorry, no, I’m not buying oysters and clams in Indiana. 

Fried oysters at The Surfing Crab restaurant. Along with hush puppies and cheesy grits. Kind of a corn squared thing. The restaurant is a small cinder-block building with plain painted walls where you will find the best crabs and fried oysters in Delaware. About five minutes from our trailer.

Slo & Lo BBQ. A weekend only pop-up barbecue place in Lewes. A couple of old retired guys with nothing to do on their weekends except make some of the best barbecue you will eat. About five minutes from our trailer.

It always takes a couple days after a trip to get things back to a semblance of normal. Laundry, back mail, restocking the refrigerator, processing photos, writing blogs. We came home to a yard that looked something like an alfalfa crop.

Time to harvest the crops.

And, it looks like the groundhog war has heated up. A few weeks ago Fat Boy, the resident groundhog, emerged from hibernation under my shop. He has been hanging around for a couple weeks, finding something to eat in the yard or woods behind us. Thus far being pretty benign. During the winter I closed off all the entrances going under my shop except his main one. He seemed fine with that. We went a couple weeks with no new construction going on. I thought maybe we had come to some kind of agreement. He can live peacefully under the shop as long as the tomatoes go unmolested and  no new tunnels appear. I should have known better. We were greeted with three young groundhogs running around. And, either Fat Boy and his progeny, or their rabbit allies, have opened up the tunnels I closed off. This of course means war.