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Box wine and culture
Last Sunday we attended Symphony Sunday, a day of showcasing local orchestras, ensembles, etc culminating in a performance by the WV Symphony. The University of Charleston opens its beautiful lawn to the crowd of several thousand people to enjoy the performances.
It rained in the morning so we didn’t even think of attending many of the events, but by the early evening, all was clear so we packed up our lawn chairs and headed to Kanawha City (the part of the city where the University is located). We tend to sit towards the back of the group as our kids need room to fully appreciate the event. Many people with kids hang out there and it usually works out pretty well.
The Symphony chose a “Wizard of Oz” theme for their performances and played many numbers that were in or referenced the movie. It was pretty cool aside from the fact that there were quiet parts of several songs which were inaudible from the back. As my father-in-law says in reference to the violins, “they need to do more sawing and less plucking.” If they added one more row of speakers, I bet we could hear the plucking too!
Anyhow, most of the performance was cool except for the pockets of white trash who decided to break out their boxes of wine and drink out of plastic dixie cups. Now there is absolutely nothing wrong with box wine, but many of the folks put on airs of culture and high living. As you might guess, they were as tacky and ridiculous as can be. In my mind, I am thinking, “this ain’t high living…you fools are ignoring the music, drinking wine from a box and sitting on the wet grass in heels. By the way, nice big wet spot on your butt…bring a chair next year.” Folks came decked out in their Sunday best and did their very best to go on and on about their lives and generally make it hard to hear the music and even harder to ignore their inanity.
Ok, sorry…that all sounds like I didn’t have fun…I definitely did have fun. We played some and we ate good ice cream and had a great time all together. The WV Symphony is awesome and a great thing for the state. The show always finishes with fireworks and that show was the highlight for most people there (based on the cheers). It was a pretty cool show…a river barge floats into place on the river adjacent to the University’s lawn and we all get to see the show up close…
(Maybe the fireworks were my favorite part too…)
Home Alone!
I posted some updates on Seph, our little orange kitten. Click the picture below for the link
And check this out too…I think Seph is related!
Why is #2 so hard?
I don’t understand…why is #2 so hard? Click the picture below to read the latest drama with our new kitten…
The first swarm of bees in 2010
There are all sorts of jobs related to keeping bees. I need to check for a robust queen, I need to check to make sure they have enough open comb, I need to treat them for mites and the honey flow needs managed. Some of these jobs are pretty fun but many of them are extremely hot and tiring…and sticky.
Every spring, though, I seem to get a chance to do my absolute favorite beekeeping job of all…I get to catch swarms of bees. Most years I do splits and other manipulations so my bees don’t swarm. Usually the 911 center calls me to report a swarm of bees in someone’s tree or by their house. I love going to get swarms of bees, especially when the swarm is from someone else’s hive.
Swarming, you see, is the bees’ way of growing. When a colony gets too packed into its existing digs, it forces another queen to be created and, when the new queen is nearly ready, the old queen and half (or so) of the overcrowded bees head for the hills…or the nearest tree branch. Once they make it to the branch, the queen hides in the middle of the swarm and scout bees go out looking for a new place to live. Back before the days of varroa mites, these bees usually ended up in a tree out in the woods. That still happens today, but they don’t live for more than a year or two. So, back to why I like to catch other people’s swarms – when the bees came from my hives, I end up with two half-strength colonies instead of one really strong one. In one way, it is cool because I get two hives that will grow into good colonies and may make some honey this year. The bad thing is, if I had one strong colony, it would make honey this year. Oh well, it can’t be helped!
Anyhow, when the bees are in waiting for scouts to find a new home, they are pretty vulnerable. Each bee filled up on honey before it left, but that’s all the food they have to go on until they get to a new location. They are completely exposed to animals and humans and weather and cold. Being in a swarm is a dangerous proposition for a bee.
So, next door to one of the locations where I keep bees, the homeowners saw the swarm take off out of the hive and end up in one of their trees. They knew it was mine so they called and I rushed to see if I could catch them. There is no real trick to catching a swarm of bees (but please don’t try unless you know what you are doing). All one has to do is get the swarm into a container along with the queen. If the queen makes it into the container, the swarm will stay and claim the new location as their home.
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So, I got to the swarm location and saw the largest swarm I had ever caught hanging about shoulder-high in a tree…in the middle of a bunch of poison ivy…which I now have on my leg. I carried my empty hive box to the location and cut the branch with the bees. I shook them into the box…mostly. A bunch of bees (since it was such a huge group) fell onto the ground in front of the colony. Typically the bees will “sense” that a good hive is near and they will march into it. I have no idea whether the queen walked in herself or if I got her into the box on the initial shake. Either way, she ended up in the colony and all of the remaining bees followed her inside!
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Bees in a swarm are pretty docile (but don’t mess with them unless you know what you are doing…they still have stingers) and fun to be around. It’s like pure energy…it’s just amazing to me. The buzz that they generate is incredible and it’s just a sight to behold. I cannot begin to really explain how cool and exciting it is to see and catch a swarm of bees. It is my absolute favorite part of beekeeping though! I love this time of year!
A bridge
A few weeks ago, we went to Pittsburgh so Emily could participate in some training. The kids and I basically tromped around the city on foot and saw some interesting things. Of particular interest to me (and not at all for the kids) were the bridges. Of course, Pittsburgh is famous for its bridges…the number of them if not the beauty.
So we walked from our hotel in the downtown area across several of the bridges and saw some pretty neat things. I pretty much don’t think about bridges at all as I drive over them. Rarely do I get the chance to walk on them so it was pretty cool to sort of explore the bridges in Pittsburgh with my kids.
The “art of steel” that holds those bridges up is really interesting and somehow appealing to look at for me. Maybe it’s the guy in me who still likes to play with matchbox cars and tonka toys and the like, but I really liked standing on the bridge admiring its strength (I feel so inferior). I guess I am pretty fascinated by the parts that make up the bridge…imagining the folks hammering and twisting and cursing the pieces into place. Pittsburgh sort of means all that to me anyhow.
We also saw some more human things there including tons of gum and the graffiti that seemed too philosophical to be left as a scrawling on a wall…though more people probably saw that than if it had been written somewhere more “appropriate”. We saw panhandlers on the bridge and the kids had some serious questions for me about their plight.
Once again, I am reminded to take time to smell the…uh…bridge? Well, I guess I’ll stick to smelling the roses but if you get a chance, spend time exploring a bridge. You won’t be disappointed! Most of these pictures were of the Roberto Clemente bridge by the way….
Strong Swimmers
Most times, when I drive down the road I pretty much ignore signs and billboards. So many of them are not clever or are visually assaulting. WV has way too many other things to look at. Every now and then, though, I see one that makes me smile. One of the local hospital chains in Charleston placed signs all over and this one is just down-right hilarious I think! The poor kid will be scarred for life once his friends show him that picture in junior high, but until then, way to go little swimmer!
In other news, we had a bit of an adventure with the little orange kitten this weekend…I think you will enjoy!
The kung fu is strong with this one
Not long ago, Isaac earned his yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do. He has been going 3 nights a week to prepare for his next belt and this weekend, he tested for his green belt. Like I mentioned before, it takes a certain kind of crazy to want your kid to learn how to fight, but I look at it as a confidence builder and a practical skill for defense (and that’s how his instructors view it as well).
There are several components of testing for the belts including forms (patterns of movements), terminology, board breaking and fighting. Isaac broke his boards easily and knew all the forms and terminology he needed. The fighting was a bit of a worry though as he has been a little more reserved and didn’t make contact like he should.
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I was certainly surprised at his testing this weekend though. His fighting has come a long way. He had great confidence and speed and made good contact. The boy will be fierce as he gets more training and more strength.
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I am super proud and more than a little weirded out by it all, but I love the pride he takes in his art and himself!
How I ended up with a day-old kitten
I walked Ginny at 6 am today and we did our normal route round our place – down the sidewalk to the front yard, around the back, then into the house. The kids were about to get up and we started our mad-morning routine getting ready for another day of school. Kids were fed, teeth were brushed and lunches were packed…and out the door we lit at 7:10 am. As we headed down the same sidewalk Ginny and I had walked, we came upon a wet, slimy looking pile of…fur. Or at least I thought it was fur. Anyhow, I figured a rat had given birth or something. I decided I’d just pick it up and bury it. I bent down to have a closer look and discovered it was a kitten…and it was alive…sort of. I picked it up and ran in to get a box. We put it in the box and jumped into the car hoping the heater would warm the poor little wet thing.
Sure enough, as Isaac held it on his lap, is started to move a little more. It really didn’t move by normal definitions but it did meow like crazy. I didn’t think for a second that it would survive another 30 minutes but we headed to the vet to see what they said. I had planned to leave it with them and let them “take care of things”…and the kids would know that the vet had done everything they could. Right in front of the kids and the cat and everyone, they basically told us it would not end well and that they wouldn’t try. Gee whiz, now the kids knew what would happen and they were having no part in that. “Please Dad, can we try to save it?” I asked the vet for some milk replacer figuring it would be a nice (read cheap) gesture. I promised the kids I would do everything I could to save the poor little kitten.
I dropped the kids at school and proceeded to work with my tiny box of kitten. It meowed and cried and gave it all it could. I got to work and one of my co-workers helped me clean it up, cut the umbilical cord (yes, it was still attached!), and start feeding. I still didn’t think it had much of chance, but as the day went on, this little thing has perked up and squalls and crawls and bawls constantly! I am amazed at this little critter and think it may have a chance. We’ll feed it every 2 hours and watch as this little thing shows us what it is made of…
Taking a shot
WV has a program called Archery in the Schools, sponsored by the Department of Natural Resources. Just over 50 schools from across the state field teams where students stay after school and learn about archery, practice technique, and try not to completely destroy the nerves of their instructor. Their best archers go to the state tournament held in Charleston. Last weekend Isaac shot for his school.
Isaac attends a pretty small school. Their team sets up their shooting range in the cafeteria, which, of course, is pretty small. Apparently they can only shoot at a distance of 10 meters. Isaac practices a lot and has become a really great shot at that distance. He just seems to have an eye for it.
As a little side-step, it sort of cracks me up that there is a school sponsored “weapons in the classroom” program state-wide. Anyhow, Archery in the Schools is a fantastic program and lets a lot of kids participate in a sport who otherwise may not be able. The Civic Center in Charleston was packed this weekend with kids from all over the state. These kids were a great bunch but most were not your typical jock. Many came in camo and boots and looked like they were ready to go out in the field immediately after the competition.
Isaac’s school shot in the first group. Each archer got a practice round of 5 arrows at 10 meters followed by 3 volleys of 5 arrows each which were scored. After the 10 meter shoot, the students shot the same way from 15 meters. Click this link to see a video of Isaac shooting. He is target #2. I love the sound of all the arrows hitting the targets!
Isaac shot his 10 meter round and did absolutely fantastic. Remember I mentioned that they could only shoot from 10 meters at his school? Well it showed in the 15 meter competition. At the 15 meter range, I suppose Isaac got only half what he got at 10 meters. He was pretty disappointed. His grandparents just bought him one of the competition bows so I suspect we have a good bit of shooting ahead of us this summer…at 15 meters.
And who says they don’t teach the metric system in schools…