Archive for September, 2010

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Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

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From Oswego Lake to the Willametter River

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

With the lake drained, we won’t be doing any paddling on it this fall, a disappointment.

Neighbors walking across Half Moon Bay Sept. 19

So, we retrieved our kayaks from the easement and brought them home for storage. Yesterday, in an unusually adventurous mode, we tied the kayaks on the Volvo racks and drove down to the Sellwood Bridge Park public paddle boat launch on the Willamette River. It was our first time taking our own little 9 1/2 ft. boats out on the big river, but I had gone out from this launch once before, in demo boats from Next Adventure.

It was a perfect paddle day, clear blue skies, little wind and warm sunshine. Since it was my first time out, I especially love that surprise of seeing things for the very first time. As I was paddling slowly along the edge of a wild area, I noticed in the dappled light through the bushes on the beach, three male wood ducks and a couple of drab colored females. The patterns and colors on the males flashed clearly in the sunshine, and I was thrilled to add these families of beautiful Wood Ducks to my life list of birds I have seen with my own eyes in the wild. Being noticed, and my outburst of wordy joy, flushed them out and they flew off.

Lake Down

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Now I’m looking out at the lake, which has just been drained to accommodate the next phase of the sewer replacement project.

Lake Oswego\’s Half Moon Bay, nearly drained, mid-September

When we found out it was going to happen, I looked forward to it with a deep feeling of sadness. I will really miss looking at the water, the mesmerizing reflections, but especially I will miss the geese, the ducks, the coots, grebes and the herons who have wintered in the shelter of Half Moon Bay every winter before.

Nothing stays the same.

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Nothing stays the same. I can be sure that each new day will bring a surprise. But the morning Kitty died was the worst of surprises. She was doing great one day, and then the next morning she collapsed, unable to walk, throwing up, panting. There was no explanation in my mind other than thinking she had been poisoned somehow, and I had to take her to a veterinarian immediately for an antidote and some recovery time. However, they assessed the situation to be mortal, and basically insisted I authorize them to euthanize my friend. It was not something I wanted to do, nor had ever even considered such a scenario. My cat would die in her sleep at a very very old age, in peace at home. But no. My cat died when they injected her with some chemical I don’t even know the name of. It made everyone uncomfortable that I was not ready to let them proceed. I wanted to give her time, let us see how it may come to pass naturally, but they were intent on hastening the deed, getting on to other customers, getting me out of their office. I was distraught, upset, sad as hell. But not hysterical. They couldn’t make me leave her side. I had to be with her. I had to be close and touch her fur and softly talk to her. I kept telling her, it’s OK Kitty. But it wasn’t OK. And it was awful when I finally consented. I will never forget the moment from life to death. And then, through my tears, I looked deep into her open eyes, and it is true, there is no glint of light.

I took my dead cat home curled up in a small FedEx box. We buried her out in the yard, and planted pansies. At home for a couple of days I grieved deeply. And we all miss her.

The house is not the same without her around.