Now at 8:45 with the second load in the washer and my paper already bought and broken in! Yes, I am early today! This early has become a bit of an exception, as getting up at this time writing has become more frequent; but then, I go to bed around midnight.
The ‘Oroville Dam’ came into the news last night as the reservoir’s water is topping the dam and the spillways are below capacity. The dam was constructed between 1962 and 1968, which I remember well as I was working in construction in Toronto with Trist and Leeds Richardson.
The construction magazine at the time, reported that this dam was an earth fill dam, because that would give is some ’flexibility’ in its earth quake prone region of Northern California. It has a clay coffer dam at its core to prevent the reservoir water from making leak channels through its earthen body.
It is interesting to me that I feel invested with this dam and its history.
It is interesting to me that I feel invested with this dam and its history. It is also my history as I was making my way into Canadian and North American professional world. In 1963 I stayed a year out of ‘Engineering Skule’ - University of Toronto. Then, in 1968 I was married and we had a family with two sons, when the dam was completed and I was working on my Masters of Applied Science! A very important time span in my life now looking back at it, all triggered by the Oroville Dam’s news story and its construction story fifty years ago!
Last Sunday at the Palliser we had a good turn out with my friend Jack speaking on the theme of Valentine’s and weaving in quite a few events of his own life, which combined with his style made for quite a lively presentation.
This weekend I also established contact with Juliet’s niece Shahida in Ireland regarding the publication of Juliet’s ‘My Story‘. We both agree that time is important, as now that the full story has been written, the process can be speeded up towards publishing with photos and cover design coming to the fore.
Last Friday I had coffee with John at the Perk and met two of the principles of the little company he now works for. Later I met Shirley for a ‘Bouef Bourganion’ at the renovated ‘Good earth’ on 11th street SW. It had too much cayenne pepper and too little meat for the price. Shirley asked me when the first ‘man’ came into existence, which resulted in an extensive reply on my part.
The psych-pomp is a figure out of alchemy to which Jung often referred and which functions as the Alchemist’s guiding helper.
The interesting after affect of that discussion is that it made me realise that this little story also needs to become central to my narrative essay that I am working on right now. Shirley has been in the past and was here again my ‘psycho pomp’. That is a figure out of alchemy to which Jung often referred and functions as the Alchemist’s guiding helper.
Over the weekend I completed for each section of my Narrative essay the subject matter content, which consists of a collection of ideas to be addressed in each particular section of the essay. One such section deals with the topic of ‘The first Man’ or rather Human origins, the subject Shirley and I explored over our Friday lunch! Now it’s time for the last washer load to go into the dryer at 10:15am and back at 10:26 and with that I conclude my diary for today.