My mother's house is in a part of Los Angeles called Mar Vista and a local realtor there dropped off a flier with a lengthy excerpt from a history of Mar Vista. When I looked up the source - the Mar Vista Historical Society - I found the whole long and, for some of us, interesting document.
But I have to say that the sentence in this post's title jumped out at me. One possible explanation is that this part was translated into English, presumably from Spanish, and the the computer stuck in 'copulation' instead of 'breeding.' But I can't account for the 'mounted.'
I'd note that the excerpt in the real estate flier left out the story in the original of how the Spanish settlers' land grants displace the indigenous people in the area and then after the Spanish American war, the Americans either invalidated outright or set up administrative barriers that effectively dispossessed the Mexican landowners of their property.
2. Viewing Sourdough Starter As A Pet
It's been a long time since Cocoa died, but we decided against another dog because we didn't think it fair if we were going to be away for longish periods. But I realized on this trip, that in some ways my
sourdough starter is a kind of pet. But one that can stay safely in the refrigerator for fairly long periods of time. But as we were close to returning to Anchorage, I began to wonder how my starter was doing.
When we got home I took it out, let it warm up a bit, then fed it a bit of flour and water. Soon it had risen in the jar and was actively bubbling. So I had to do the sourdough starter equivalent of taking it for a walk, I had to make a bread.
The rubber band around the jar shows where the starter was after I fed it. When it grows like that, it's like a dog jumping and yipping to go for a walk.
I made two breads. First a baguette and then a second round loaf. Here's the baguette.
3. One Step Closer To Filling The Gap
|Picture from Mayo Clinic|
Back in October I wrote about the post the oral surgeon embedded in my gum. On the left is a picture from the Mayo Clinic. In the October post, I talked about the process and there's a picture of my post implanted in my mouth.
It takes time for the post to get connected firmly to the existing jaw bone. So Friday the oral surgeon checked to see if it was in ok. Monday I go to my regular dentist who will do a mold for a new tooth. The oral surgeon was pleased with his work and said no one would notice.
The 'flipper' (sort of like a retainer with a tooth on it) that was supposed to fill the hole until all this work is done, was a pain. It interfered with speech - my tongue would rub against it on the roof of my mouth when I spoke - and it made eating unpleasant. It might be a good diet tool, but I found it a pain. So I wasn't too upset when it disappeared somewhere in the house. If you don't mind a gappy smile, I'd recommend skipping the flipper. Fortunately, the missing tooth isn't right in front.
On the way home I passed this hoar frosted hedge. Most of the trees I saw looked like this. Yesterday there was more snow, warmer temps, and all the frost is gone.
3. Citizens Climate Lobby Meeting
The second Saturday of the month is the international CCL meeting. The Anchorage chapter meets at UAA. The speaker was
You can listen to the podcast of the meeting here.
4. Shoveling Snow - My Winter Exercise
Yesterday we got about 5 inches of snow, and showering out the driveway and sidewalk was a productive way to get in some good exercise. People didn't used to have to go to the gym to stay fit, they just walked more and did chores without all sorts of motorized devices.
When I got back from the meeting, there was another inch of snow and it was windy. Our mountain ash tree tends to keep its leaves as long as it can and the wind had scattered some of them onto my recently shoveled driveway. But I got out the shovel and did another rep. I feel great after 30-60 minutes of moving snow around.
By the late afternoon, there was sunshine and clear sky.