Sunday, Feb 22
For Feb 21 CPAP. Reported figures. 2 hrs 53 min with AHI = 0.35
Events: 1 H No major mask leaks (max=6 L/min)
I spent only a small amount of time on the machine because as I was adjusting my mask, I looked and saw an orange light on the humidifier. I assumed it was low on water, and I did not want to burn it out, nor did I want to get up. So, I left my Oximeter on and went back to sleep. Interesting after the SpO2 added, it was 9 hrs 10 min AHI= 0.13.
We got the blog out late last night, so John could get up at 5:00 a.m. to head for a WTA work crew day across the pass at Tiger Mt. near Issaquah. He will not return until 5:45 p.m., having to go through EBRG for gasoline. I gave the morning food to Woody on her pallet perch. She was waiting for me in the sun.
I spent the day on chores and projects while John drove to Poo Poo Point. He was able to see some hang gliders doing their thing up the trail from where the crew was working. The first part of the day was working on a very wet trail to re-route water and fix the trail. Then, after the work was completed, the crew took a quick look off Poo Poo Point for a nice view of Lake Sammamish and Bellevue. Some of the North Seattle area can be seen but most of downtown is blocked by the ridge just west of Issaquah.
Above left: John & 4 others worked on this wet spot. Hikers have thrown rocks and small logs on top of a seeping hillside. We’ll get an “after” photo on March 1. The next photo is a view toward the SW towards Tacoma.
Next is the view to the NW with Issaquah in the near valley and Lake Sammamish in the center, and Bellevue the bright spot near the left edge. Note the red sail – the most recent person to leave Poo Poo Point.
The photo below has a second gray-blue sail on the right side. That person has a red jacket on so zoom if you don’t at first see it.
Monday, Feb 23
for Feb 22, CPAP. Reported figures. 7 hrs 41 min with AHI = 0.26
Events: 2 H No major mask leaks (max=12 L/min) Oximeter off finger for a couple hours.
John began his wine grapevine pruning 9:00 a.m. at White Heron today. I gave him my sweater I bought in Denmark in 1965 to take to Lynne, wife of one of the volunteer pruners, Tom. She told me at the January Raclette she would be able to re-knit the holes (from moths ?). I am very grateful. She also knitted me some leggings to wear for our January event among the vines. You can see last year’s Raclette write-up in our 2014 annual Seasons Greetings this year. I still have not notified all our friends and relatives (except those who see this blog), of the link. If you have not seen it, please check here:
http://ellensburg.com/nancyh/2014Greetings.html
I have primarily worked all day on the web page about the Logging Truck episode, answered emails, and unloaded the dishwasher for reloading. John got home and cooked a nice meal of salmon, fries, and an apple-crisp using pancake mix and 1 large Honeycrisp apple. We eat well, thanks to him.
Tuesday, Feb 24
For Feb 23 CPAP. Reported figures. 6 hrs 42 min with AHI = 0.15
Events: 1 H No major mask leaks (max=7 L/min)
John left for pruning at White Heron, in the Mariposa Vineyard.
Nancy had a 12:10 dental appt to prepare for (take antibiotics an hour ahead with food, to prevent bacteria from populating my bloodstream). It was a crazy procedure, on the back tooth in my mouth, a gold crown probably 49 years old, had a hole worn through the top (likely from use, or possibly from grinding my teeth). It was filled and should give me no more problems the rest of my life. Once done, I called my friend (neighbor to the north). I met him at the car repair shop to drop off his truck, and we came on home, with my giving him a ride to his place. On the way back, I drove by a place on the hill below the water tower on N. Willow St (an interesting dead end) to pick up a freely given large box of plastic planters, which shrubs and garden plants are sold in. We will use them when starting the garden. While at his house, I took a photo of our curve from the north for the web page. Earlier, I had taken a picture of 3 deer crossing the road, on the other end of the curve. That made it into the final edition of the page. If you have not seen the web page since last week, several photos have been added. There is a new photo near the top with the 4 U.S. Presidents’ likenesses sculptured into Mt. Rushmore. The ending photo is of the signage at the lower curve on Naneum Road, almost 4 miles to the south. Those flags are what we desire to have installed on our curve. If you have not seen this photo below, read the additional story on the link you checked last week, for UPDATES to the log-roll-off story:
http://www.ellensburg.com/nancyh/2015LoggingTruckDelivery.html
Before coming home, John returned to EBRG from pruning, to visit the county offices about our property boundaries on Naneum, and went by the surveyor’s office of Cruse and Nelson, oddly in the same building as our dentist, directly across the hall. One of my former students (long ago) works there. Her name is Marcia. When John introduced himself and told her why he was there, she recognized his name and told him she knew me. Small world.
Wednesday, Feb 25
For 2/24 CPAP. Reported figures. 8 hrs 11 min with AHI = 0.12
Events: 1 H No major mask leaks (max=9 L/min)
After being awakened by John leaving at 7:30 and a phone call from our hay provider, I laid back down to sleep at 8:00 a.m. I was awakened 1/2 hour later by a horse whinnying.
I went out front to check but saw only two horses. Came back in the house, for my morning coffee. Sat down with my computer and heard the whinnying again by more than one horse; I went out and saw all but Ebony, standing at the gate looking toward the orchard. I figured local ranchers might be running cows down the road, with horses, and that our horses heard or saw them. They do not whinny at deer in the orchard. Back into the house. I continued working on my computer and had to get dressed to leave at 11:00a.m. for the Food Bank and SAIL.
At 10:53 a.m., I received a call from Sara at KITTCOM (our 911), asking if I had lost any horses, that someone reported some on the road near our mailbox. I asked, “What colors”? I only remember hearing black and paints, and realized that would be ours. I rushed out and found the gate from the pasture knocked down on the right side. This is a photo of the gate in the closed position. Imagine the right side of the pole down on the ground and the left side still up. The horses managed to step through the opening to follow Ebony’s lead.
I walked up the driveway and saw one of the Tobianos (not Paint) horses, Breeze, on the hill behind where the fence had been that the logs rolled over. The others were down in the triangle where most of the logs fell. I walked up Naneum Road, and the 3 Tobianos (other two, Cheyenne & Jazz) went racing back uphill for home over the place where the fence once was. The other two, Ebony (black and oldest horse) and Myst (sorrel) remained below. I talked them into returning back through the driveway entrance by yelling, “home.” That is a command John taught them when getting them back from the bottom of the pasture to our round pen. As I followed them down the driveway, the 3 others came running back up the drive toward us. I waved my arms and again yelled HOME, hoping they would go back through the gate I had opened. No such luck. They did turn, however, and go back near the house. I kept slowly walking toward the gate, and managed to talk a couple of them in, and then the others followed. Phew. I was concerned I could not get past them to get to grain to lure them, without losing them all up the driveway again.
I closed the gate and reassembled the end Ebony had removed. Here’s a photo from the other side, of the pole Ebony removed.
Before I left for town, I returned inside to call 911 and let them know the horses were corralled and back in their pasture. I expected they would notify the deputy who had been dispatched to the scene. I started for town. I passed a sheriff’s vehicle on my way down Naneum, and tried to flag them down, unsuccessfully, so I turned around and followed them. I caught up to the vehicle past my house, over a half mile north. I kept following, blinking my lights, and finally they pulled over to the side of the road. I did the same, and got out and walked toward the car, saying, “Hello.” Deputy Blue (a female) said, “Are you Nancy”? “Yes,” I said as I walked up to the car. I told her I had gotten the horses back and called 911 to let them know. I asked why she was so far up the road. She said she was looking for the loose horses. She finished her paperwork by asking the details about the horses and colors. I thanked her and left again for town. Remarkably, I made it to town in time to play music at the Food Bank at Noon.
I called John (actually Cameron at the vineyard, because he always carries his cell phone and John does not). I gave him the message of what happened.
Once John arrived home from pruning, he spent the rest of the afternoon until dark making the new fence from panels to keep the horses in the lower part of the pasture, while the hay is loaded into the pole barn and the road is bulldozed between the barns. The gate-pole that fell is a thing that has to be set “just so” and obviously wasn’t. John had cut a second pole but it still had bark on it and the horses pulled it down the day before. Before allowing the horses back up this way we’ll put in a real gate. Because the span is 14 feet, and a steel gate is heavy, we’ll get a wheel, as shown here.
I went from the Food Bank on to SAIL class, where I picked up some free eggs, signed up for the Friday shindig at the Senior center and drove home.
I had to put in some time on the jobs list, on transferring my machine date from the CPAP’s SD card from last night and from my Oximeter, soak dirty dishes to put in the dishwasher, and answer a call and email from the surveyor company John met with yesterday. The cost is going to be $1,900 to set the property point on the north side of our property that never has been set and recorded. More than half of that is the county fee. Supposedly, another on the east end has been set, and we need to find that stake. The surveyor’s office sent us 3 plat maps of adjacent boundaries, and I called and talked to him about the issues. John has reviewed the paperwork, and we will decide what to do next, after searching for the metal post pounded into the ground. We may be able to estimate where to put our fence without major cost. The only real concern is the county road right-of-way.
I’m a bit tired after all that happened today. We had our first delivery of hay today. John got back just before he arrived with the hay. He worked for 3 hrs on fixing fencing (with panels) to keep the horses in the south end of the pasture, away from the loading and unloading process – and from the gate they now know how to open.
I came across a cute musical animal behavior story yesterday, and thought I would share. This could be you – you need a dog, a guitar, and lots and lots of time.
Thursday, Feb 26
For 2/25 CPAP. Reported figures. 6 hrs 42 min with AHI = 0.45
Events: 2 H, 1 AO No major mask leaks (max=9 L/min)–lost my Oximetry figures for last night, because I stopped and restarted my oximeter, and did not upload first. Therefore, it erased the previous recorded data. Lesson learned the hard way.
I was up early to see John off and never went back to bed. Mario (hay broker) arrived after 9:00 to unload the hay delivered yesterday afternoon, and left on the trailer in the hay pole barn. It only took him 45 minutes for a trailer load. He returned with another late afternoon, but pulled it in the barn as well and will come back and stack tomorrow.
I took some photos on my way to play music, and it was a good thing because the sunny day turned into a gray and rainy one. After getting back from pruning, John got some work done between squalls. We had a small but effective bunch of players, and an admiring group of residents. I delivered a box of Honeycrisp apples from Quincy to a couple in the music group. A good deal (10+ #) for $10; twelve large apples.
Friday, Feb 27
For 2/26 CPAP. Reported figures. 7 hrs 33 min with AHI = 0.13
Events: 1 H No major mask leaks (max=7 L/min)
Up at 7:30, and it was raining, so John is not going to White Heron. He’s starting to dissemble the rock crib. Our Internet connection was down again. I’ve been working on music off line in the process.
I checked with circulation librarian, Kerry, about accessing article database on my nancyh@cwu.edu account, but that completion had to wait until late afternoon. Now, I know how to access databases available to me free as a benefit of being an Emerita professor.
I left to attend a scholarship luncheon at 12 (where we were served make-your-own sandwiches, salad, and a large cookie. I left early to go on to Bingo, a Cancer fundraiser at the Senior Center. It had a light lunch before, and Bingo was to start at noon. I had told them I would be late. I wore pink colors for the afternoon. I actually won a straight Bingo on the same card I then won the total filled (blackout) win, pictured below.
The string over my right arm is of a helium-filled purple balloon in the shape of a star. The pink hat is from Jeri Conklin, co-owner of our Brittany, Cedaridge Kip’s Camelot Shay Tre’ JH (Daisy), and on the back of the hat from the 2015 ABC (American Brittany Club)’s Western Futurity, is embroidered Daisy. She received a second place in the Gun Dog event.
On my way home I stopped by my neighbor, Louaine, with the balloon for her. It was her birthday. I took her picture with her cat Lexi and dog Spice. Behind her are two beautiful blooms of an Amaryllis, and two pineapples (one larger than the other, a flower still). Last year I included a picture of her blooming pineapple flower.
Saturday, Feb 28
For 2/27 CPAP. Reported figures. 8 hrs 42 min with AHI = 0.12
Events: 1 H No major mask leaks (max=4 L/min)
We started the morning with a nice almost hour visit with John’s sister, Peggy, in Parma, OH, where they have had some very cold temps recently. Same as with other family members in PA and friends in NJ and MI.
We talked about a video John found in the Cleveland, OH area, and will share the link with you. It occurred January 12, 2015. You may have to watch twice to see what happens. The black car hits a white car and then the driver of the black car is thrown out when it comes across the “gore point.”
Our conversation continued to the entrances onto Interstate freeways, and the occurrence of painted lines one does not want to cross when entering, especially in our state, where the fine is quite high.
Besides being Al’s last name, Gore has many meanings, but they all likely come from the Old English, gār, meaning spear. Therefore, being stabbed with a spear or other pointed object is to be gored (with gory results). Also, a pointy triangular (spear-shaped) piece of land, leather, or cloth is termed a gore. Additionally, a fish with a pointed spear-like head is a gar fish.
A well-written article appears on the web here, and is from where we got the diagram above. I checked on line for the history of the name and a couple of reports say the Gore areas on highways is named after a police officer (Gore) who was struck and killed while in one of this Gore areas. The legend is actually passed along in certain defensive driving courses. It’s an urban legend, so if you ever hear it in a class, please refute it. Our senior center provides classes for defensive driving that I think carry a reduction in insurance rates for those who participate (after a certain age). I need to find out the details.
One more link with an example of a rollover accident caused by an infraction of driving over the Gore point,seen on Komonews (Seattle).
Tonight for dinner is ham. Our scanner has stopped working and John has spent a bunch of time downloading new drivers, to no avail. Last year the procedure fixed the problem. Go figure! At least the printer is still printing, so I am not caught without being able to print music for next week.
Sunday, Mar 1 John’s off to Poo Poo Point, again today, and he is taking someone I know but he does not. She is a friend (my former student) and works as a fire-fighter on wild fires. This will be her first time on a trail crew. She has wanted to volunteer with WTA. Sunday is expected to have great weather, although there was some rain overnight Fri/Sat., so the trail will be wet.
Hope your week was fine.
Nancy and John
Still on the Naneum Fan