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nature is my jam
Thursday, September 19 2024
We hadn't spend any time with them in something like nine months, but today Gretchen and I drove over to the part of Olive south of the Ashokan Reservoir to visit her friends G & J, the gay couple that consists of a librettist married to a familiar character actor. We sat out on the front porch of their log cabin, initially just talking with G the librettist, as J was still sleeping. Meanwhile, a fair number of birds kept removing seeds from a bird feeder hanging from the eaves. G said they were semi-tame, and the chickadees would occasionally land on his hand. Other species present were nuthatches and tufted titmice, and we were also briefly visited by a downy woodpeck and a male cardinal. Most of the conversation Gretchen has with G and J is about subjects I have little or no interest in, such as theatre, acting, showbiz, and the like. Other subjects such as music composition and the goings on with G's bipolar brother have a potential to be interesting, but I never have much to contribute.
The subject of nature, though, is my jam. After J got out of bed, I told the guys a little about the Lake Edward Trail at the Adirondack cabin and also about various birds we have in the Adirondacks (G is interested in birds).
J didn't stick around long; he had to go off to some acting gig where he plays a doctor, and one of the things he's been doing as an actor is cutting into a realistic prosthetic chest that another actor, one playing a patient, has to wear. The "chest" is plumbed with artificial blood and, for this production, pus.
We weren't there very long, and all we did was drink tea (Gretchen), coffee (me), and smoothies (which Gretchen had made back at our house and brought over).
This afternoon, I took the dogs for a walk on the Farm Road, but Neville quickly abandoned us. And then Charlotte went off on her own when I started dragging pieces of bluestone out of the woods to stockpile for a return later this evening to retrieve them in the Bolt. As I was doing this, something nipped or otherwise affected a tiny spot on the front of my right calf, and for awhile I was worried I'd been bitten by a spider, the kind you don't want to be bitten by. (I've seen the pictures!) So back at the house, I scrubbed it with alcohol and then massaged in some cortisol cream. Fortunately, the irritated feeling was almost gone by the time I took a bath (while Gretchen was off at pilates).
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