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Sunday, October 29, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Editor back at post; After; Then; Old friends
On October 28th 2017
The Raccoon Editor returned to the Odd Fellows Hall
to recommence operations after a layover of about one
month of ill health.
He is back from a knock-out series of punches. Close.
He is shown here after entering his premises to find
welcome apple products from his wife partner; a Macoun apple pie
she made from Ela Orchard, Rochester WI; unpasteurized apple
cider grown and pressed at the orchard and a large Macoun apple
(more in a bag) set before him in a loving way.
Ela is a third generation business tended by son-in-law
Ben Willard's family. Dee drove the half-hour south drive to Rochester
to secure these great finds.
For more info, see http://raccoonnews.blogspot.com/2016/11/today-we-take-you-to-fr-ed-farming-hot.html
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After
a hospitalization in Waukesha for failing heart and kidneys
in October I spent 6 days there until being transferred to
Angels Grace hospice year Oconomowoc.
That was most likely to be his final act, and what lovely
place to set out from.
He inagined hacking fruitlessly through thick jungle
until
He inagined hacking fruitlessly through thick jungle
until
Instead, after his meds were cut off nearly entirely he began
a 13 day recovery in the hidden paradise where he at first imagined
he was in a farmhouse where he could hear cows being milked
in the morning and the freshest cold water being drawn from
a well outside his bedsite range.
Where was he?
After a couple days of coming to, he was given a wheelchaired
tour of the actual site and saw it is built in the shape of a hexagon
with a hub shaped central lounge area; the complex is on a hilled
peninsula surrounded on three sides by a small lake they call
The Pond.
This pond is restorative it itself.
Migratory Sandhill Cranes settle in this little lake for the summer.They stroll the grounds
of Angels Grace until flocking up for their winter months spent way south of here.
It is common to have them peering through the hospice rooms' patio doors and they average
5 feet 6 and1/2 inches tall. They walk regally in pairs, male and female. One guards
as they they dig for grubs in the landscaping mulch. They take turns most graciously.
Changes of scene
changes of form...
Then,
after a week and a
half of muscle toning
he again retook his position at the Odd Fellows,
back from Linden Grove, Mukwonago
Old friendships were renewed there
and some new ones were made.
Paul Kortes, Corpus Christi, Texas
Our paths briefly crossed at Linden Grove Mukwonago.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCM8sI1RRDI
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All for now.
Much more later...
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Lee celebrates turning 30 in Houston; Slip slidin' away; Pizza boy; Mouse not; Variations
Son Leland
turned 30 on 9/9/17
in his present hometown of HOUSTON
amidst puddles in a park, with limited
fare from an accessible deli.
The best laid plans of girlfriend - Zoe -
for a celebrating 30 party. . .
went floodingly away.
(Lee and Zoe front center with good friends surrounding,)
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Slip slidin' away
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He came upon a midnight
pizza board, clear
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Mighty was and is he
Mouse
not
Good costume maker
yes
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The raccoon editor is back
Friday, August 25, 2017
In a vise; Rivers we have known; Down by the riverside
Behold
the vise now reposing here at The Odd Fellows
that we made with welded angle-iron
and a scrapped steel tire wheel
around 1980
Many an object did we fashion on this
tool doubling as an anvil
and acetylene steel-cutting holder
Life itself is a matter of firm grips
and a holding-on
is it not?
Sometimes we hang on by our fingernails
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Rivers we have known
Ohio River, Wheeling West Virginia
Fox River, Waukesha WI in flood bears ears protrude
Dave's Falls, Beecher Wi
Fishing for walleye on Menominee River, Marinette WI
Bill Vollmer, Marinette, cleans a mess of walleye from the Menominee across the road from his home
Fried Menominee River walleyes cooked by Jane Vollmer
David and Sally, Peshtigo River, WI
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Coda:
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Frog princely; The least of these; In the path of totality; Yet I am never alone
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"No. 1,
I'm the least anti-semitic person
that you've ever seen in
your entire life.
No. 2, Racism, the least racist person."
- Donald Trump -
by Timothy Snyder, NYT 8-19-17
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In the Path of Totality
Written 8-18-17 by Gaynelle O'Neil
Mastered Veteran Counselor; writer;
US Army Major, ret'd
Her blog is AVALON REFLECTIONS
We are corresponding personal friends
of 18 years. Lives in Dallas, Oregon
With the coming eclipse
and the frenzy
surrounding its arrival,
“in the path of totality” is a phrase
that I hear and see
repeatedly in the news,
in the grocery store,
at the gas station, and online.
It is everywhere these days.
Pictures document the pathway
of the wave of darkness passing
over the nation while
t-shirts and memorabilia
line store shelves celebrating
“The Great American Eclipse!”
Call me a Debbie Downer, but
as I hear that phrase and consider
what is happening in the United states,
I think of things other than the sun and the moon.
I see a darkness spreading across our nation
that has nothing to do with
intersecting solar pathways.
Oozing across the landscape of the country
this darkness is a black plague,
a disease of anger and hatred eclipsing
decency and respect.
The infection has been here before,
but the recent outbreak is caused
by a vector squatting
in the highest office of this nation.
as I hear that phrase and consider
what is happening in the United states,
I think of things other than the sun and the moon.
I see a darkness spreading across our nation
that has nothing to do with
intersecting solar pathways.
Oozing across the landscape of the country
this darkness is a black plague,
a disease of anger and hatred eclipsing
decency and respect.
The infection has been here before,
but the recent outbreak is caused
by a vector squatting
in the highest office of this nation.
Being In the path of totality
brings to my mind many
different images, most of which
are directly connected to the toxic toad,
that frog-prince pretender
illegally occupying the White House.
As the shadow of evil spreads
across the face of our nation
the darkness seems intent upon
blotting out the light of freedom
and hope which have made our country
a beacon for the world.
I cling to the knowledge that even
at its most total coverage, those of us
in the path of totality will see that,
while the world grows dark,
a corona of light persists,
encircling the shadow, surrounding
the darkness with a glow of hope.
brings to my mind many
different images, most of which
are directly connected to the toxic toad,
that frog-prince pretender
illegally occupying the White House.
As the shadow of evil spreads
across the face of our nation
the darkness seems intent upon
blotting out the light of freedom
and hope which have made our country
a beacon for the world.
I cling to the knowledge that even
at its most total coverage, those of us
in the path of totality will see that,
while the world grows dark,
a corona of light persists,
encircling the shadow, surrounding
the darkness with a glow of hope.
That light, reflected
in the eyes of the people who stand up
for the rights of others,
reassures me that light will
not be extinguished;
it may fall into shadow,
but it will not disappear.
in the eyes of the people who stand up
for the rights of others,
reassures me that light will
not be extinguished;
it may fall into shadow,
but it will not disappear.
Yet our King Lear charade
continues as he gives away the nation
to those who flatter him most. In his madness,
pride and ego drive him to ever more
dangerous positions, putting the entire world
in danger of being in
a different path of totality.
Total destruction.
continues as he gives away the nation
to those who flatter him most. In his madness,
pride and ego drive him to ever more
dangerous positions, putting the entire world
in danger of being in
a different path of totality.
Total destruction.
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Don't look back; Candlelight; Mosquito aide ode; Collection of one; Hanging on in quiet desperation it's the English way; Grandson Michael Dix, edge strider
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Candlelight
Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
to worship the moon rising
like a
yellow filling-station sign
on the black horizon,
you feel the faint grit
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on
walking
because in this world
you have to decide what
you’re willing to kill.
Saving your marriage
might mean
dinner for two
by candlelight on steak
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain
forest
whose absence might mean
an atmospheric thinness
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable
head
of your bald grandson on vacation
as the cells of his scalp
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like
suspects
under questioning.
Still you slice
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on
silver forks
under the approving gaze
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and
French name
are a kind of candlelight themselves,
while in the background
the
fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
of the slaughtered elephant
without a care,
as if the elephant
had
granted its permission.
"Candlelight" by Tony Hoagland from Donkey
Gospel. © Graywolf Press, 1998
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Mosquito Aid Ode
Here’s a toast I want to give
To a dear friend
Calamine lotion
For mosquito bites and hornet stings
Folks think you’re just the potion
Your fame has spread
Just like a rash
From here to the great land
Of
To poo-poo your
over-the counter
Power
Let no one take a
Notion
We swab you
On the part of us
That’s harmed by sting or bright sun
Then lay back and feel your chalky
pink
Commence the soothing
function
How could we make it through
The summer
Without your balm
that someone
Way back when thought up for us
The extremist
Of all itching unction
So lift those glasses, yes
Lift them high
To Calamine you deserve rank
So thronely
We would in fact quaff a pink
Drink to you
If you weren’t for
External Use Only
[Ed.]
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Collection of One
The red veined thing I hold as in my hand
Was hard to
collect
involving snags
and cuts and cracked bones,
seasons of taking
it for granted
It brittled, turned in color,
too soon to be approaching
nature’s compost
It may be dying, but I am only 80.
Now, I see this single one
in a proper perspective
as only one in
a billion
But it’s my
one in a billion
Standing out from all the others
I ponder it,
top and bottom
So radiant still,
beating all, beating
others in a fuzzy background
even at a pulse of only 2 pixtels
it’s clear enough for me
to win a contest if I could get to it
I do hold it
the nurses and doctors
listen for signs of life
It reminds me of a fallen leaf
So fragile
I’d press it, if I had a big enough book
of gentle poetry
Ye shall find it still
flexing in this manger
A small but once mighty engine.
A leaf, a fire, my heart.
[David Dix, 2005]
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Adventurer, with his KM buddies an Extreme Man,
Grandson Michael Dix
  
Mike practices ski-board flip
with KMHS buddies ^,^ What's happening now climbing in Utah where he lives https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10103086879306188&set=rpd.661772338&type=3&theater  Mike ascending Utah mountain |
Mike makes vertical climb
With his brother Chris Dix
salutes with friends
Mike and his mom
a very patient mother
Sue Peters-Dix
[Her father, mike's other grandpa, was Berlin WI's CRAZY RALPH
so Mike is multi-endowed with zane]
Mike wears seaweed
At brother Chris's Carroll graduation
with mom, dad and sister, Melissa
On family vacation in Colorado
Uncle Dick, David Jr., Mike, Chris
At brother Chris's Carroll graduation
with mom, dad and sister, Melissa
On family vacation in Colorado
Uncle Dick, David Jr., Mike, Chris
Mike and his Uncle Lee Dix
play with an early computer
Who knows to what other heights Mike will climb?
For sure he'll be with Us and Them:
the Dixes and his buds
For sure he'll be with Us and Them:
the Dixes and his buds
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