Daddy Big Bucks

Daily writing prompt
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).

This is the first time I have chosen to accept the daily writing challenge from WordPress. I’m having trouble remembering what I bought for myself over the years, but they will come to me as I write. There are several things which I consider to be over priced items that I bought for me. Number one is my recumbent bicycle, topping out at $3500. I can swear that no one ever rode that bike but me. The next item has to be my fishponds. There were two. The first one, I dug, lined, and put flagstone rocks around the perimeter. The cost was lower than that of my bike, but I can’t put a price on my labor. Next was pond number two. Since I couldn’t bring the first one with me when I moved to another house I had to build it. By the time this took place I had grown much older and I decided to hire a company to create the pond of my dreams. I choose number one as my favorite. It was totally designed and built by me, and I had the most success raising Koi and Comet goldfish in that mini-lake. Pond number two was designed by me, but I relied heavily on the contractor to know what he was doing. As a result, pond 2 is shallower and relies on a commercial filter, which after a few years of raising fish, I have deemed to be adequate only for a table top goldfish bowl. I have had this pond for seventeen years and have enjoyed it to the max, and decree that I spent $12000 wisely.

Pond-1 shown in its garden walk beauty one month before Barbd DIes

Big Al and his Comet buddies enjoying a feast of fish pellets

I could delve into the intricacies of design that make Pond-2 inferior to Pond-1, but I’ll pass because Pond-2 is aesthetically more pleasing than Pond-1. Overall, the two ponds were fascinating, and I wouldn’t want to live in a home where I couldn’t raise water lilies and Comet goldfish.

One feature that I had in Pond-1 was a Garden Railway. Railroading is fun, but I decided that the hobby was too time-consuming, and I cut back to design a layout that encircles the garden around the pond. That provided me with projects galore: Like a bridge to cross a river, a trestle to climb a grade, and a tunnel to bypass a waterfall. The railroad was always a hit when our yard was included on the Prestwick Garden Guild Garden walk.

There are two memories I cannot forget that occurred in Pond-1. The first was watching a rather large frog catch a Goldfinch for its meal. The frogs developed a habit of laying in wait on the edge of the stream, and the birds would come to the stream to bath and to drink. This Gold Finch got a little bit too close to the frog and Zip, he went into the frog head first The second was the sight of a mink escaping the pond with my prize Koi in its jaws. I really liked that Koi. The kids named him Big-Al because he had grown to become over fifteen inches long and would eat out of their hands. The mink was not much larger than Big Al when I last saw them disappear into the underbrush of the back garden.

Pond-2 after shelling out $12,000 to complete and before planting
Pond-2 is shown as the central showpiece of the Monet Vision.

I thought of replacing Big Al by buying a Koi of his size, but changed my mind when I saw the price tag, which was close to a thousand dollars. The mink decided to have Koi for supper rather than a much cheaper and smaller Comet. Right about that time, my wife Barbara had a heart attack and the focus of my life changed radically.

After this period of my life, the most significant gifts I bought for myself were trips to Arizona for the winter and three tours to Canada.

He Beat Me Again!

As in all wars, the battles rage on. One side sends a missile and blows up a pipeline. The opposing side retaliates by sending a drone army to inundate the enemy with missiles. In the war, I engage in with the backyard squirrels I lost the last battle, but it was not the final skirmish.

In my last attempt to deter the athletic little creature, I filled the squirrel guard with Styrofoam to prevent him from scooting up the pole under the guard. It took him several weeks to figure it out, but once he did, it was only a matter of a day or two before he succeeded in hollowing the tube with a portal. Luckily, I watched him do it and now envision another modification that will be more robust. I will win the next round of this ongoing challenge.

Feed the Birds

It might be my imagination that thousands of birds are seeking food at feeders this fall. Flocks of hundreds swarm through the skies in swooping aerial gymnastics and land near a feeding place. I poured a pound of sunflower seed into the backyard feeder this morning. As I write this, flying critters like English Sparrows, Chickadees, House Wrens, Gold Finches, and some that I don’t recognize are staging themselves in the adjacent juniper shrub, waiting for an opportunity to fly in and join the party. I read somewhere that when birds feed like crazy it is because a storm is coming and they are stocking up to survive the atrocious weather; it is called a “feeding frenzy.” I enjoy feeding them and recognize that with the nasty twenty degree(F) weather we are experiencing they need all the help I can give them. Like all things the cost of seed has skyrocketed and my pockets are not as deep as they were a year ago.

Numerous birds feed from the feeder
Three squirrels feed off the ground below the bird feeder

This experience with the birds is not unlike the swarms of immigrants crossing our borders to escape unhealthy conditions in their home countries. Like the birds, we feed and house them, and unless they can find work and earn a living, we must continue doing so. We can’t just put them in a motel for a week and feed them once, hoping the problem disappears. They are hungry every day. The problem, as I see it, is that these immigrants will cost me a lot more than a fifty-pound bag of sunflower seeds every two or three weeks. Feeding a few birds and or immigrants is not the same as feeding swarms of them. How do we deal with the problem?

One answer is to send them back home, but they left home because they were unhappy. We should not be concerned about their level of happiness as long as they are not starving and have shelter. Our so-called broken immigration system was carefully drafted to give the country time to assimilate new people into our culture. What is broken is the law. It is being broken daily by those who supposedly should be enforcing it.

I agree that the world has a shrinking population problem, but I also remember that not long ago people were going crazy about overpopulation. The cry was for abortion, birth control, and various schemes dedicated to keeping the planet from being ruined by too many people. Hell, China went so far as to adopt a one-child law, and they vigorously enforced it. If a Chinese couple wanted a second baby and defied the rule, they might suddenly learn that they no longer had a job or an apartment. The law worked so well that the government soon learned that there would not be enough people to care for the elderly. Now, China is panicking and encouraging more babies to be born. Except, the young people who are in the child bearing years have learned that having babies is expensive and also hard work. Without saying it, they are sending a message to the CCP to go pound sand. It is their problem, they created it, and it is theirs to deal with.

The shrinking population has also affected the USA. Like the CCP, our ruling leaders have decided to solve the problem by importing new people from countries where young people still like to have babies. Instead of doing this correctly by changing the laws to increase our population through immigration, they decided to open the borders and let the world in. I believe that the entire world population would immigrate to the USA if we were dumb enough to allow it.

Recently, I sponsored an immigrant to come to the USA. Except they were already here. It so happened that they came no matter what or how. I hired an attorney to help me make things legal. The process took three and a half years, about ten thousand dollars, and the immigration department required untold numbers of forms to be completed (I-130, I-131, I-485, I-601, I-765, G-28, I might be wrong, but I assume there are continuous form numbers to fill in all the gaps in between those I used. That would imply that there are well over a thousand forms in the immigration system all dealing with very specific cases.) . The forms are all in English but unintelligible because they are in the language of Immigration Services, and only those people trained in that system understand them. We also had three face-to-face interviews during which the immigrant was interrogated relentlessly. Thankfully, we hired an language interpreter to work with us so the questions could be answered lawfully. Many of the questions they asked were already answered in writing as they were directly from the forms submitted. It was obvious to me that they were trying to trip up the immigrant with answers different from those on the form.

Yes, the system is very hard to deal with, but our lawmakers made it that way. Any time a new case arrived that the standard forms couldn’t address, they revised the form to accept the case or invented a new form. Each form has a number. In our case the form numbers ranged from one hundred and thirty to seven hundred and sixty-five. Immigration officers must use the forms exactly as written. They must assure that the immigrant has answered the question validly, if not, the application is denied. .

This process was very much different than the one that was in place when my parents arrived on Ellis Island in the nineteen twenties. I must give our country credit for allowing over 1.4 million immigrants into the country lawfully every year. There is not another country in the world that is as generous with its immigration quotas. It is just in the last few decades that we have lost it and have decided to break our own rules. The existing system is generous to a fault. It is designed to let good healthy people in, and to give the country time to allow the newcomers to culturally assimilate, learn the language, find jobs, and housing. What we did over the last four years was to allow as many people into the country to make a new city the size of New York literally, over night.

Finally, I recommend that if you have kids, grandkids, nephews, nieces, advise them to become lawyers specializing in immigration law. They will have lifetime employment. Secondly, I urge you to feed the birds.

The War Has Begun!

We choose not to use rockets with explosive warheads, but the battles are just as nasty. This time, the odds are four to one, with me being the one. The front was quiet for the past two years, and there has been no conflict. My problem was loneliness, which can be overwhelming at times. The multitude of friendships I had established has abandoned me. Is that the price I paid for ending the war? Why can’t we all be friends and not make living together dependent on feeding all of you? Why can’t you bushy tailed bullies who overeat my generous food supply understand that it is intended exclusively for the avian crowd? Life would be so much more tolerable if you did. Instead, you continue to impress me with your wily intelligence and unending effort to outwit every barrier I place in front of you. I accept the challenge. The war is on.

Libre Released

This week I had the distinct honor to set my American Bald Eagle free to the world. After laboring for seven months cutting shaping, fitting, sanding, finishing, and framing I finally completed an intarsia project that I call Libre. In Spanish that means free. Since the Bald Eagle is the national bird of the United States of America, and freedom is the name of the game I found Libre a fitting title for this piece.

The work is based on a calendar photograph in the Heritage Foundation yearly calendar for 2023. It struck me when I saw it and immediately stopped, and set aside the eagle I was then working on in favor of this one. Libre is more animated than the work I abandoned which was a soaring bird at level flight. Libre is an action bird. One can vision him as in the act of landing, trying to gain altitude, or getting ready to pounce on prey.

As I cut the pieces and began to see the bird come to fruition, I was disappointed by the colors of the wood I selected. I felt they were not as accurate as I would like them to be. It wasn’t until I began to apply the finish that the true colors of the wood and the direction of the wood grains popped into view. Another disappointment came when I lifted the weights off the final feathers that I glued on. One of them was out of place by a millimeter. I lost sleep over that defect while mentally developing fixes to cure the problem. I decided to wait, and to hang the piece “as is” before attempting to disassemble the work to make a correction. Thank God I did that because the defect is barely perceptible from a few feet and only another intarsia artist would find it from up close. Since I’m the only intarsia artist I know I think I am safe to leave Libre alone to remain “free”.