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Updates on the happenings in our life!

February, Anything But Boring

After settling back into our normal routine we made a trip to our local Humane Society. We had finally decided to adopt another cat. It took us a while to make that decision after losing Rookie. The three of us—Lance, Bailey, and myself—had settled into a calm, mellow routine in the past three months. Lance and I were on the fence about adopting another cat and until February, we’d been too busy to do much about it. (For the record, Bailey was adamantly against it.)

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Ironically, the impetus for the adoption came from Bailey. In the past few months he’d gained three pounds. Quite a difference for a cat that has weighed 12 pounds his entire adult life. Clearly Bailey needed someone to play with; someone to chase around (or to chase him). Our parameters: young male, not a kitten, but not much over a year old.

A scrawny but healthy orange and white tabby fit the bill. Bailey was the opposite of thrilled when we returned with the kitty that night. To his credit the new guy wasn’t much phased by Bailey’s attitude. Kitty is bowlegged in the front and tends to slouch which makes his legs look really short. We thought of calling him our Cowboy Corgi Kitty but that was too much of a mouthful so we named him Keaton.

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Update to A Very Dark Night…

We were surprised when our doorbell rang last Monday (we weren’t expecting anybody and our neighborhood is pretty quiet). A man in a hard hat explained that his crew had been sent over by our electric provider to install bird guards on the power pole in our front yard. What a pleasant surprise!

He asked if we’d recently reported a dead raptor which is why they are usually sent out. I shared our awful electrocuted bobcat story. He said he’d never heard of such a thing. Neither had we, neither had we…

I watched as the men very carefully installed insulative boots to the top of the transformer as well as rubber insulation to the bare wires going to and from the transformer. The crew chief provided a play-by-play analysis of the proceedings and he reassured me that our power pole was now bird and critter safe. What a relief!

I appreciate that our electric provider has been utilizing these protective measures on all newly installed poles since 2002. I just wish they would retrofit the existing poles without waiting for an animal to die first. But I know there are tens of thousands of poles under their service area and the cost would be prohibitive. At the very least we are reassured that our power pole will kill no more!

December Doings

December was a busy month for us, but not in the way you might expect. Back in 2004 Lance and I removed ourselves from what we felt were the over-commercialized, consumption-focused aspects of the holiday season. We chose instead to emphasize the part that has the most meaning for us: spending time with loved ones.

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We still share small homemade presents, decorate, and bake our favorite goodies but we no longer dashed around frantically trying to buy expensive gifts for people who truly already have everything they need. What a relief that was! More and more folks have followed suit, especially in the past few years.

Instead of fighting the crowds at the mall we went hiking: the scenic Sweetwater Trail up to Wasson Peak, at Sweetwater Preserve we spent time with a herd of Mule Deer, at Sweetwater Wetlands we shared the path with a Solitary Sandpiper. All three get their names from Sweetwater Wash, a major drainage in the Tucson Mountains, and they are all within five miles of our house. Sweet!

The weather cooperated nicely, sunny and even warmer than usual. Thankfully the good weather held long enough for the guys to finish our north porch extension. Always a relief to have a project completed.

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A Very Dark Night…

Two nights ago shortly after midnight we were in bed just about to put our books down and turn out the lights. Then we heard a huge boom outside our window and our entire house went dark. Sliding into shoes, grabbing jackets, and flashlights we dashed outside.

Thoughts flew through my head: If this was a horror movie we’ll be chopped into pieces as we run out the door. Don’t be ridiculous! Could it be vandalism? Nah, we live in a nice quiet neighborhood. Perhaps something went terribly wrong with the electrical work we had done last month? I’m gonna be so mad at Richard! No, he’s a good guy, he wouldn’t make a big mistake. Is our house on fire? I hope not! Did a vehicle run into a power pole?

It was easy to see that our neighbors lights were still on. As we rounded the corner of our house we were relieved to not see any flames. A quick check of our digital meter showed it was completely blank. Nothing looked amiss with our connection so we used our flashlights to follow the power line back to the closest power pole in our front yard. Up on the transformer we made out the shape of a head with big ears. Our hearts sank as we realized that an animal had caused our outage. Since it was nighttime and the transformer was a good 25 feet off the ground we presumed it was a Great Horned Owl. The bird must’ve flown into the wires, dying as electricity arced through its body, the resultant power surge tripping the junction.

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Since it was a work night for Lance he headed back to bed after helping me unplug everything just in case there was a surge when our power was restored. I sat up reading by candlelight, waiting for the repair man and was pleasantly surprised that our electric provider respond within the hour. When the electrician shone his bright spotlight up on the transformer I was shocked and horrified – it wasn’t an owl up there – it was a bobcat! A gorgeous, healthy bobcat. I was already incredibly sad thinking one of our neighborhood owls had died but I wasn’t prepared for that.

How in the world did a bobcat climb all the way up there? And why? It got worse when the electrician said that it has happened before. They’ve even had mountain lions and once a bear killed in that manner. How horrid, how terrible, how senseless! I think he was trying to reassure me when he said that the bobcat died instantly. I guess that is a slight relief, at least the animal didn’t suffer. I stood there in the cold, dark night crying as the electrician removed the carcass from the transformer and reconnected our power. He left the bobcat at the base of the pole citing company policy and informed me I’d have to report the incident to Arizona Game and Fish in the morning.

I dreaded waking up the next morning – I would have to tell Lance, I would have to call Game and Fish, and I would have to see the bobcat in the daylight. After Lance left for work I made the phone call. Game and Fish had no interest in the bobcat’s body and they gave me permission to bury it. I figured it was the least I could do. So I took a deep breath and drug myself outside to bury that poor animal. I had plenty of time to think as I dug through rocks and clay. This bobcat could’ve been the one that we’ve sighted several times on our property. This could’ve been the one that touched noses with our cat Rookie a couple years ago. With such huge paws and a distinct size advantage the bobcat could’ve easily killed our cat, instead he nonchalantly sauntered over to the nearest tree, lifted his leg and peed.

The worst part was picking it up. I knelt down by the bobcat – it looked like it was sleeping, there were no signs of trauma. It was an amazing animal. Half of me hoped it would wake up, startled by my touch. Sadly I slid my hands under its cold, soft fur and carried it to its grave. Our bobcat will always have a home here under the canopy of a large palo verde. The evening before had been a very dark night indeed.

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Small Treats

I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love. —Gandalf, The Hobbit

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats. —Iris Murdoch

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. —William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors

Those three quotes came into our lives during the last month of 2012. As we set sail into 2013, instead of looking ahead to the next big thing, we shall strive to appreciate the small treats that come into our lives daily. As someone once said:

Treasure the little things. For when you look back it may be the little things were the big things.

Wishing you a year filled with love and laughter.

Peace,
Erin and Lance

Erin and Lance, Top of the Rock, NYC

And Then There Was One…

We have some sad news to share—Rancho Soleil has one less inhabitant these days. What once was a lively two cat household is now a much quieter one cat residence. Rookie, a much loved feline family member who was with us for the past nine years, has gone on to greener pastures. Or fields of catnip brimming with mice or whatever it is that cats dream of.

Funny how attached one becomes. Especially when considering how annoying Rookie was. Like when he’d yowl at the top of his lungs in the middle of the night. Or when he’d curl up in bed with us and just as we were falling asleep he’d commence an incredibly loud bathing ritual that lasted until one of us kicked him off. Or the thousands of times he jumped on the bed in the night, landing often in Lance’s mid-section.

Throw in the general disobedience and disregard for household rules and it’s a wonder we loved him as much as we did. I recall the time he was on the roof of the small cottage we were renting. Not sure how he got up there but we had to get him down. As I stretched out my hand to pull him to safety he chose to leap off the roof, falling through the air with a bewildered look on his face. I’m not sure what he expected but thankfully he survived unharmed.

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September Changes

As Isaac Asimov said, “The only constant is change, continuing change, inevitable change…” Change was definitely the theme of our September.

The contractor we hired put the finishing touches on our back porch extension and the difference was tangible. Elvis (aka our guest bedroom) and our bedroom which share western exposures were finally shielded from the sun’s rays. The temperature change was a most welcome one!

Lance attended the annual Automattic employee meetup in San Diego during the second week of the month. Talk about a change – when Lance was hired two and a half years ago he joined a staff of under 50, there are now over 120 Automatticians (as they call themselves). Lance was able to put a lot of new names with faces – which is part of what those company-wide gatherings are about.

While Lance was away his sister, Adria, and her husband Joel moved to Chicago. What a change! Joel found a great job back there, and since it is where he is from and where he and Adria first met, it was not a hard decision. Thankfully we were able to spend some time with them in the weeks before their move. And we have all those great memories from the last few years in Tucson together.

Right around that same time Lance’s parents headed south to Mexico to teach workshops which will keep them down there until the end of November. In their case, if they stayed in one place for a whole year, that would be a big change! Thank goodness for technology – email, Skype, and cell phones – it makes it easy to keep in touch.

After Lance returned from SoCal we threw ourselves into our newest project: changing our barren dirt side yard into a restful hammock space with planter beds and a meandering path. We set the hammock posts in concrete and while those cured, Lance used a pick to turn over every square inch so that we could remove the large rocks and chunks of clay. While he had fun with that, I wheelbarrowed in load after load of top soil and mulch. Only after we mixed it all in did the planting begin.

We limited ourselves to two weeks of planting so that our new additions would have time to acclimate before the possibility of a cold snap. (Yes, it does freeze out here, occasionally.) Though our new plants are small now, it will interesting to watch them take off in the spring.

Later in the month we attended the grand opening ceremony of the new Pima Prickly Park with Aunt Coralie. The park is a collaborative effort between Pima County Natural Resources, Parks and Recreation (who had the empty space) and the Tucson Succulent and Cactus Society (who had the prickly plants – some rescued from building sites). It was a warm morning but the opening was well attended. As we wandered the trails we were impressed with the park’s focus on education and the variety of plants. From vacant lot into desert oasis – now that’s a nice change!

Finished up the month as we usually do with a cleanup at Sweetwater Wetlands, only this time we started the morning by birding the main loop. During the Fall migration season a wide variety of non-native birds stop in at the Wetlands. Our morning jaunt didn’t yield any big surprises, but we did notice that the leaves of the cottonwood trees were starting to change. Bright yellow reminders that fall was on its way.

Though the days were still in the high 90s the nights were dropping into the low 60s. Sitting outside the last evening of the month it even smelled cooler. Can’t describe how exactly – it just no longer smelled hot. I think the weather was finally changing…

Photos: View our photographs from September Changes.

August Happenings

The change from July to August was noticeable at our house, gone were the massive monsoons that dumped several inches of rain in two separate events. Instead multiple smaller storms swept through, sprinkling our property just enough to keep the plants happy. The one similarity between the two months? Triple digits. The days were definitely hot but at least they were in the low 100s and not up in the 110s. I know it may not sound like much but it makes a huge difference.

Near the beginning of the month Lance shocked his body by traveling to fall weather—he attended WordCamp San Francisco. He had a bit of trouble packing since he had to dig out cooler weather gear; like jeans, long sleeves, and even a couple sweatshirts.

Lance was welcomed back to Tucson by a hot and humid weekend. Since we only have an evaporative cooler on our house the muggy days are the worst. On hot, dry days our cooler keeps us comfortable but when the air is moist, forget it.

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July Rains

As lovely as our time in Oregon had been it was wonderful to return home at the beginning of July. There’s something about the Sonoran Desert that just gets under your skin (sometimes literally, unfortunately).

After an unusually dry start to the year we hoped the monsoons would bring much needed moisture. It was such a relief when we learned that the storms started early with two big soakers moving through Southern Arizona in late June.

July ended up being a quick month, punctuated every other week by massive monsoon downpours, read more about them here and here.

It only took a few big storms to bring our rainfall totals back up to normal for the year. One of the problems with receiving such heavy rain in a short amount of time is that much of it runs off instead of soaking in. On our property we’ve dug ditches, created berms, and formed wells in an effort to keep the water on our land. After all, every drop counts!

In between yard work and our flood-canceled dinner plans we still managed to get together with family and friends. It was wonderful to catch up with everyone. After being away for a month it was nice to be home.

Photos: View our photographs from July Rains.