Tennessee Tree

Tennessee Tree

Tennessee Tree

To survive after severe fire damage is one of the remarkable characteristics of the sequoia. The living tissue or cambium layer of a tree lies just under its bark. So long as some of this thin, loving tissue connects the leaves above with the roots below, the tree will continue to live. If undisturbed by people, or more firs, this living layer will eventually heal the fire scars so evident here.

Sequoia Mountain Dogwood

Sequoia Mountain Dogwood

A while back, I had to cash out some frequent flyer miles. They were expiring. There weren’t enough of them for airline tickets, but the airline was offering magazine and newspaper subscriptions as an alternative. I elected a one year subscription to the Wall Street Journal. It started appearing on the first of November. Anne asked me if this meant that I was going to become a Republican. The WSJ is a Murdoch publication now. I retorted that her parents got the Journal and they are certainly not Republicans. I don’t know if this mollified her or not. It certainly quieted her. I didn’t tell her that the other alternatives were the likes of Self magazine.

Sunday morning, I stumbled out the front door to retrieve the paper. Again there were two plastic wrapped tubes on our dewy lawn. The WSJ doesn’t have a Sunday edition so in its place was the Sunday New York Times. I don’t recall the Sunday Times as being part of the deal, so maybe it is just a promotional copy. There was no offer for the Times, when I signed up for the Journal. Otherwise I would have gladly chosen it instead. Time will tell. A Sunday morning with the Times is an invitation to lounge about, especially on the Sunday morning after the expiration of daylight savings. I took full advantage of this obvious slacker opportunity.

The rest of Sunday was a quiet day too. Anne and I ‘cooperated’ and were able to adjust our new dual flow toilet. So now both levers, numbers one and two, both work, sort of. Anne went online and found the manufacturer’s instructional video that taught us how to adjust this new toilet system. This was much more valuable than the poorly written instructions that came with the system. It is still not working entirely right, but it is working much better now than before. We’ll continue to hone our toilet’s flushing correctness using Newton’s method that is, through a series of successive approximations.

After the potty patrol duty, I mowed the lawn. My main motivation originated with the signs that the city had erected on Friday, announcing leaf collection this week. When I mowed, I also bagged, basically mulching and vacuuming the leaves. The grass was pretty long in the tooth, so mowing just to cut the lawn would have been more than enough. By bagging, I got a lot if not most of the leaves. This method was not as effective as raking, but on the other hand, I was able to use the ground up leaves as flower bed mulch. This seems so much more ecologetic. The end effect was not as neat and clean as if I had raked it, but on the third-hand, our front yard is so torn up now that morning’s original cover of leaves looked better than the end result. I hope that the neighbors are happy.

A Graceful Grouping

The Three Graces

Known as ‘The Three Graces’, these three sequoia are all the same age. How did they come to stand in such an ordered row? At some time in the past, a large tree fell here. In falling, it may have torn an opening in the forest canopy, letting sunlight hit the ground. Eventually one of the frequent natural fires here burned it up. Sequoia seeds sprout in huge numbers after fire. They grow particularly well where it burns hot enough to leave nothing but ash and bare soil. They survive even better where sunlight also reaches them. A row of ash left by the burned trunk of a tree that opened the forest as it fell would be the perfect spot.

Save the Giant Sequoia

Save the Giant Sequoia

Being dwarfed by Earth’s most massive tree, the giant sequoia, fills you with wonder. By massive they don’t mean tallest, that lofty title belongs to the sequoia’s haughty cousin, the redwood. It’s hard to believe that a living thing can be so enormous and old. Now the truth comes out, sequoia are not only old, but fat too. Also known as Sierra redwoods, these trees of California’s rugged Sierra Nevada mountains can grow more than 250 feet tall. OK, I get it, we’re not good enough to be real redwoods. Hey, we look down upon you snooty ‘coastal’ redwoods. From up here, in our lofty mountains, you redwoods look pretty small. Their trunks can grow as wide as 30 feet. Again with the waistline, really do we need to keep harping about this?

Maybe I’m being too sensitive about this whole sequoia thing. I’m sure that I’m just imprinting with what happened at work yesterday. Tuesday, I participated in my first on-site screening. The company held these screening last year, but they were strictly voluntary. This year, if you don’t report your numbers, then a hefty tax will be tacked unto your monthly health insurance premiums.

I should clarify here, the on-site screening was a series of medical tests designed to access my health. There were height and weight measurements. They took my blood pressure and they drew blood. From the blood work they measured my cholesterol and sugar. I have all this done annually by my regular physician and I could have just reported those numbers, but I decided to join in.

The bad news was that I’m old and fat, but other than those two insults I escaped unscathed. Enjoining the on-site screenings is another program called the health self assessment. It is simply an online questionnaire. It is a year more advanced then the screenings though, it was made mandatory last year. Anne is also required to participate in this exercise, under penalty of jacked-up premiums.

It is hard to say where these processes are headed. There are certainly plenty of conspiracy theories being voiced around the virtual water-cooler. We are all feeling as if we are being slow rolled here, but with healthcare costs rising, I predict even more company involvement rather than less. It does feel like some giant foot is hovering directly over my head.