Progress

Joanna says she hasn’t journaled much lately because I’ve been keeping her too busy. She’s been looking for a job, and when she’s not doing that, she’s shelving books, something that’s a bit more time consuming this time…

We decided to organize all our books according to the Library of Congress system for several reasons. While we can do okay without a “real” classification system right now, it will eventually become impossible to find anything and it’s much easier to start now than later. The library of congress catalog is fully searchable online, although the classification schedules are only available if you pay for them. (If anyone stumbles across an LC classification schedule that some library is throwing away because they’ve updated it we’d really like it…) Joanna had been arranging books according to her own little schedule, which is okay for one person but it means that I have to ask her if I can’t find something. (Not to mention that we had several disagreements about her system, one of them being that she separates “fiction” from “literature”. This makes sense if you’re talking about Tom Clancy and Melville, but isn’t always so clear cut. After all, when it came out, Catch-22 was considered pop fiction, and Mark Twain probably was as well. In her defence, the LoC did the same thing up until about 1960.)

I’ve nominated her to shelve books for a couple of reasons, the biggest one being that I used to work in a library and shelving books was one of my least favorite activities. I liked doing it at first, because it’s quiet, I’m all by myself and I’m doing the sort of mindless thing I rather enjoy. After awhile, though, the bottom shelves will really start to kill you. I got to where I just avoided shelving books altogether and moved from circulation to serials/cataloging.

And so I do the cataloging. About half of our books have the LoC call numbers in them already, and the rest I look up at the LoC website, and pencil the numbers on the books. Joanna says she’s gotten familiar enough with the system that she can shelve most things without looking at the call numbers.

In other, possibly more exciting news, I went by the flight school today to sign the contract, get oriented, that sort of thing. My instructor’s name is Michael D.. I didn’t see it spelled at first, and it’s pronounced Dorn. Michael Dorn played Worf on Star Trek, a fact that Michael D., surprisingly enough, didn’t know. He doesn’t look much like Worf, much shorter than me, heavy-set, and red hair. He’s from Wisconsin, and like many flight instructors, hasn’t been flying very long at all. Airman Flight school hires almost exclusively their own students as instructors, and Mike just finished and got hired a few months ago. He seems pretty quiet, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing, but I’ll find out soon enough. I’m tentatively scheduled for my first flight on Friday at 2pm, depending on scheduling.

Mike wasn’t sure about the scheduling since he’s mostly instructed in C-152’s so far, but both of us are big enough guys that fitting in a 152 on a hot day would be uncomfortable enough, and with that amount of weight on a hot day, getting off the ground might be unnecessarily difficult. For those of you unfamiliar with light aircraft, that might give you a better idea of just how small the planes I’ll be flying are.

So he tentatively scheduled me for 2pm on Friday, subject to aircraft availability.

While I start flying on Friday, ground school doesn’t start until next Monday, 19 April. So while I’ll be flying a couple hours a day, I shouldn’t be terribly busy. And Mike said he prefers to sleep mornings as well, so I shouldn’t have to get up early until ground school:)

Home sweet home

Well, here we are in Norman, Oklahoma. We signed the lease on Monday night and moved everything in. We’ve spent the week putting up shelves and unloading boxes onto them, trying to squeeze all our stuff into a one-bedroom.

Arthur, our ’62 Ford truck made it as far as Tyler, Texas. Then we had to rent a U-Haul truck to pull him the rest of the way to Norman. Looks like we’ll have to rebuild the engine to make him useful again.

My sister Stephanie had her baby! Ian Nathaniel Bailey was born at 11:11 a.m., April 1, 7 lb, 3 oz, 20 in.

Okay, I have to go back to unpacking boxes.

Auto parts suppliers and beef Wellington

Mobile, AL

Yes, we’re still in Mobile. The truck is requiring a good bit of work, which keeps Berck occupied and gives me time to sort through my life as I pack up my room.

Berck thinks he’s found the source of the clacking in the engine. One of the rod tips had nearly broken off. We were lucky; if we hadn’t replaced it, it could have mucked up the engine pretty good when it dislocated completely. So hopefully a five-dollar part will solve that problem.

Berck is also worried about the radiator. It doesn’t seem to be cooling as well as it should, but new radiators for this truck apparently don’t exist anywhere. There’s a company called Radiators-R-Us or something that say they can BUILD us one…but that will take a few weeks and 3 to 4 hundred dollars.

Fortunately, Berck discovered that the thermostat was a rather high temperature one. He thinks if we run without one or with a much cooler one, the truck will do much better pulling a trailer.

My birthday is March 23, but we celebrated last night (in case I wasn’t around by then). Mom asked me what I wanted for my birthday dinner, and I replied with the same answer I’d been giving her for nearly all of the last 15 years: beef Wellington. It’s kind of a tradition. Mom answers with, “How about steak and shrimp kabobs?” and I say okay.

This time, Berck was present. “Beef Wellington? What is beef Wellington?” I told him I wasn’t really sure because I’d never had it, but I’d always wanted to try it. “You’ve been asking for the same thing for 15 years, and you don’t even know what it IS?” Then he turned to Mom. “She’s been asking for the same thing for 15 years, and you’ve never made it for her? She’s your own daughter! In my family, we ALWAYS got WHATEVER we wanted for our birthday dinner.”

Mom mumbled something about not knowing how to make it but then started scrounging through recipe books. “Well, it’s not good enough for Martha Stewart,” she said, slamming one thick book shut. In the end, she decided the recipe in the Joy of Cooking was best.

If you’ve never had it, beef Wellington is an entire beef tenderloin smeared with mushrooms and pate and wrapped in a puff pastry crust to be roasted in the oven. It’s a ridiculously expensive dish, the main reason I never got it for my birthday. Fortunately, beef tenderloins were on sale this week at Bruno’s for $9.99/lb. Mom thought she’d just buy some pate to save the trouble of making it, but 8 ounces cost $10, while a cup of chicken livers cost 99 cents. She made a marvelous pate, which we kept dipping spoons into, lamenting that we had nothing in the house worthy of coating with it. It amazes me that something as disgusting as liver can be so easily transformed into something so delectable.

There are several stories about the origin of beef Wellington, although all agree it was named after the famous British general who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo. Some say he insisted this dish be served at any official dinners he hosted. Others insist that while the dish is named in honor of the duke, he was actually so impartial to food that many of his cooks quit, feeling their talents were utterly wasted on his palate.

Mom did a fabulous job. The beef was cooked to perfection, a deep pink throughout. She also made an amazing spinach and strawberry vinaigrette, salad. Steph brought her famous hot potato salad (a mouthwatering combination of potatoes, bacon, cheese, and butter that, given the opportunity, Berck will eat every last morsel of as quickly as possible). Berck cooked some wonderful fresh asparagus. Uncle Dave made me a beautiful cinnamon cake topped with slivered almonds and huge slices of fresh strawberries. It was the best birthday meal I can ever remember.

But if we’re still around on the 23rd, maybe I’ll get another one. I called the apartment complex in Oklahoma, and the lady in the office moved up our move-in date, no problem. We’ll get there when we get there, I guess.

Tacoma

Portland, OR — Tacoma, WA

On Tuesday we continued up the coast, cutting over to Portland, OR. There we parked near Powell’s Books and walked till we found a pub for some local brew and a burger (for Berck) and fish and chips (for me, but which even Berck admitted was tasty). Then it was on to explore the biggest bookstore in the world, both used and new books. We managed to escape with only two books latched onto us, primarily because we can’t afford to buy or carry anything, but mostly because our 90 min parking meter was up.

Next we drove straight to Tacoma, WA to stay with Spirit and Jenifer Meller (except Spirit is gone this week). They live on an Air Force base, so getting on is a little tricky these days. First you have to drive through an obstacle course of cement barriers to get to the front gate. Then we had to park in the visitor center parking lot and wait for Jenifer to arrive (she got off at 5 pm, and we arrived about then, so that worked out well). Then we had to go in and all show the soldier inside our ID’s and proof of insurance for the car. He gave us little printed-out vouchers to get us in the base on our own for the next three days. Every time we enter we have to hand our vouchers and driver’s licenses to the guy with the M-16 guarding the gate.

We went out to dinner with Jenifer that night at a great pizza place…chicken cashew pizza, mmmm. The next morning Berck did some research online to figure out what to do with the car, and we got some laundry done. Then we headed out to explore Seattle, but Berck said he would write about that.

Tacoma

Tacoma, WA

We’re in Tacoma, WA just south of Seattle staying with Spirit and Jenifer Meller, although Spirit is TDY this week, so we missed him. They are moving to Las Vegas in about a month, so we got here at the right time. They’ve sold their guest bed, but they have a lovely dry guest room in which we can roll out our sleeping pads.

We got lucky yesterday and drove into the area with a shining sun and a clear day…clear enough to see Mt. Rainer! Today it’s raining, and it’s supposed to keep doing that all week.

We haven’t done a whole lot since leaving Lake Arrowhead except driving the coast, first on California 1 and then US 101, and looking for campgrounds. We hope to do some exploring of Seattle today, but first we’ve got to wait for our clothes to dry. Pants tend to get filthy when you’re camping in mud.