OCT-A-7
A SUNNY COOL DAY OF MY LAST
WITH A WAVE FROM GW BUSH’S MOTORCADE
AND A VISIT TO DERWOOD TO “CLEAR OUT THE
WOODS”
THEN,
A RAINY DAY DEPARTURE,
AFTER AN ASSESSMENT AT DERWOOD WITH THE
DISASTER RESPONSE TEAM FROM STATE FARM
Friday the
third of October is Michael’s 34th birthday, but I was unable to
reach him in three calls by phone and two by email. I had sent an unusual package, and also got
the English translation of the Geelhoed family name which I had given him in
the form of the book published in the
In my last
day in the office, I actually got down almost half of what I needed to do
before departure, even to the point of getting half the books I needed for the
ELDP—assuming I might find some time to read and write reports in the next two
weeks. I also noted that it was a cool
crisp day with an overhead sun, before the poignantly brief evenings, and after
I had sent out the emails along with the last roll of PhotoWorks pictures, half
from the finish of the Alaska trip and the rest of the Indianola visit and
Virginia’s World and her livestock, I went out from my office to see the last
stages of the demolition f the GWUH hospital—with the rubble in the foreground
and the new hospital in the background.
I went for a run around the DC Mall, seeing the progress on the WW II
Memorial and the Museum of the Native American (Indian) Art—a very grand building
serving as the conscience salve of the nation near the Air
and Space Museum. In front of it were
highly decorated school buses festooned with condemnation s of the atheistic
communist nation of Gomorrah (not always accurately spelled) and a PA announcing
that homosexuals and abortion and a dozen other bete noirs are causing this
nation to fall down the slippery slope to perdition as astutely pointed out by
the vehement but not always articulate prophet driving the old school bus. Only in
Since I was carrying the camera, the next photo was an easy shot. I heard the sirens approaching and the shooing of the cars out of the way. Now I am a Washingtonian, so this sort of thing is not only familiar to me, but I have usually not spent a lot of time gawking at the motorcades of official Washington as they shuttle back and forth from the White Hose State Dinners and the State Department in Foggy Bottom, but this time, on a sunny Friday afternoon, I was standing camera in hand, on the corner as I had just left the showers at the Health and Wellness Center, and I thought I would say hello. I noted the usual motorcycles of the DC Police, then the “Collie Dogs” as the group of Suburbans in basic Black with the heads of Secret Service Agents hanging out the open windows of each vehicle scanning windows above and around them. Well, I decided to take a picture of GW Bush, and as I stood there with the camera, he looked up and waved at me. We will see if you can join in on the greeting if you can see the pictures.
I got an
email from Tom Griffioen with the further description of the deerslayer Aubrey,
and the dates for the December deer seasons in
I left to go check on what had happened since the clearance of the Tricentennial Oak and the other tree next to the kitchen back door on the site of the Breakfast Room. I was driving up when I heard the annoying whine of the dirt bikes that had plagued the hillsides in spring. These are totally illegal vehicles that cannot avoid the temptation to rip up the hill and often invade across the stream into my property from the park, tossing the mud and water in their muddy bath in the churning of the woods.
I carried my camera and the cell phone. I saw two quads and two dirt bikes, and took a couple of pictures of their vehicles and their license plates, to use later if they did not quit their illegal use of a motorized vehicle in the park, or invasion of private property with destructive result without invitation. I have had kids mouthing off at me before, that they have done it whenever they wanted to and would continue to do so at their pleasure, and got the same response this time. One of the drivers of a new Quad stopped and came back to “help me out” as though I was lost. I asked him if he would like to take it from me that what he was doing was illegal and he would be arrested for trespass or if he preferred to hear it from the park police. He thought I was bluffing when I pushed the 911. I got connected to the Park Police of the MCPPC and talked with an officer and said that I had a fellow in front of me named John Doug who said that rules did not apply to him and he was rather sure that he could ride anywhere he wanted and destroy park and private property—and I handed him the phone. The police explained to him that they had to go, and that they would be arrested if they did not. I got a bead on them as the big guy explained that he was just leaving but had only come in here to see what damage the storm had done to the woods—far less than they had done in their repeated ripping up the hillside, The police said they would come and reseed the hill and took a full report saying that if it happened again with those same folk they would be in trouble—but that I had an officially registered complaint if any future easy riders came along to continue their “off-roading “ destruction in the woods. The Park Police fellow I had talked with congratulated me for handling the situation to a resolution that was nearly ideal---which I believe meant that he did not have to come out to do anything further.
If only the proposed Inter County Connector recognized itself as one of the more disruptive influences in the woods that made dirt bikers look innocent by comparison, we could keep the woods pristine and perpetually self-sustainable, as I hope to do with the 10 acres under me.
`I walked
up the hill and looked to the house. I
did not see the structural steel that had been delivered behind the house and
the now completed garage addition and the library. It had been delivered only the day
before. Then I looked up. It is all up! The roof of the Great Room is already up and
the steel structure is ready to take the roofing joists lying at their
base. So, it is likely when I return
from
As I left work, I got a call from Ernie Shifflett. He said that something was coming up this week, since the county had a free dumping of tree refuse from the storm for only the next few days to mark a limited time for carrying off the heavy tree downfall which they run through the chipper called the “Intimidator” which can swallow tree trunks up to 26 inches across. They make not just mulch but fuel for steam generation of the resulting truckloads of mulch. He said that he had talked with his partner Gary and they could come back next week and clean up the whole woods with a crew of thirty workers to dump all the tree trash while the free county dump of tree stuff was still available, and he did not cite price for this but I told him I trusted him, particularly since he knows that I paid him a check for the price of a full size SUV for just the two trees he removed the day before, that I am not a practicing physician making millions, but a volunteer mission medicine doctor, which he and Gary said they needed to return some charity to of their own, and that he could use whatever lumber came from it. This would uncover the garden from a heavy tree that fell on it, and tidy up all the big logs that are rotting now around the house, with more firewood that I can ever use. So, I said, ”Go to it Ernie, I trust you, but can’t afford a second hit of the same size!” He said “I appreciate what you are trying to do to keep the woods in a virginal and pretty state, and that you are not developing it to subdivide and make a mint, so when you return the woods will look very different and you will be very pleased.” So, I am trusting the care of my woods to Ernie Shifflett Tree Service, whom I have already paid a mint in cash, and then trusting my house to the Contractors with whom I left another check due at the time of the enclosure of the framed in additions. The total of these checks, all written the same day, exceed my annual salary! But, this may mark forward progress in getting what I had hoped to have done accomplished.
I had a
long talk with Glenn Murrell, the chief production manager whose full-time job
is my Derwood renovation at the same time that Dale Kramer is looking in on it
since it is “his baby” Glenn I had
called to find him in bed with what he called the flu-like illness and
laryngitis and hoarseness now on Zithromax.
But, he had a chest X-Ray when he was in the hospital in
A RAINY DAY VISIT WITH THE DISASTER RESPONSE TEAM
FROM STATE FARM INSURANCE
It took me
most of the week to arrange it, but I got a couple on the phone who had called
from
I could not see the MacReynolds couple when I arrived in the rain in the top of my circle with all the tree debris stacked up around it. They had driven around to the back of the house where the construction had cleared the trees to get access to the back of the house to erect the steel superstructure of the addition and to finish the bricklaying of the garage. The couple pointed out a couple of things that I suspected in advance—the removal of the two dead trees in advance of the storm was not covered, nor was the huge tricentennila oak that did not (yet) hit any structure. If it had continued to fall rather than being propped up by the big Tulip Poplar, it would have bisected the house on the neighboring Leopold—and that would have been his insurance claim. What he also told me is that the canoe, boat trailer and other items “not in a completely enclosed building” would not be covered. The back stoop, the Weber Grille, and the air conditioner would be covered, and the part of the expenses to get the tree off the structures to include the brick fence and its replacement would be covered. As a good old boy chain-smoking Texan, Boyce said he would send in what he could, and he took a dozen Polaroid pictures and took the two dozen pictures of mine that I had taken of the construction before and after the storm and then after the major clearance done by both DG Liu and then Shifflett Tree Service. He said that the bill I had just paid for the tree removal was very steep, and was mainly concerning uncovered losses, so this whol storm damage problem is going to hit me as a rather big luxury expense, and we have not even got into the issue of cleaning up the woods after Ernie’s crew arrives this week. But, we will try to get the whole house and woods started up anew with a fresh and nearly perfect start.
I passed the Tree Dump special holding place for the county’s tree refuse, which will close next week, and they were busy bulldozing the tree trunks into a chipper. As remarked about the big operation on Thursday in Derwood, I was amazed at the heavy duty machines which can devour a mature tree and make chips of it—and any stray bodies that wander into its maw—within seconds. I keep thinking that I would get out and chop up a bit of firewood myself with a small chain saw, but the hazards of this job are too high, and the total quantity of dead wood for firewood that I have now lying down would be more than could be supplied to any fireplace for the next ten years. So we will start over with the fresh wood “windfalls” after the clearance of the woods in the next week’s cleanup operation.
As for
clearing out, that is what I am about to do right this moment, with the MAP
packs and a limited amount of luggage, hoping to rendezvous with the bag I left
in India, which has my clothes and sleeping bag, and ---as has happened several
times already, despite a dozen notices that I will need it and am expecting it
to make the trip to the Sikkim excursion—the same was promised for Spiti and
Kinnaur and Nepal, with few of those coming through. So, we will see if I am to wear the same
stuff I am wearing on the plane for the next two weeks, or will have to buy
some warmer stuff in