King, Prince, Pauper

You've heard this old saying, yes?  "Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, dinner like a pauper."  Studies have shown that indeed, it's good advice, helps keep one's weight down and also helps us avoid several health problems.  Do I eat that way?  Breakfast and lunch, pretty much.  Dinner?  Nope.  Like many Americans, dinner is usually my largest meal of the day.

We all have a master clock in that part of the brain called the Hippopotamus.  Or is it the Hypotenuse?  Anyway, it's the boss, the orchestra conductor, runs the whole show but sublets many timing functions to the organs.  The brain thingee gets confused and irritated if, after placing everything on hold for the night, it discovers you're eating.  Again!?  It gets revenge by causing diabetes, cancer, obesity, high blood pressure, hang nails and bad hair days.

Two groups of mice were fed exactly the same type and amount of mouse chow every day.  One group was fed only during daylight hours; the other group could eat their ration any time, day or night.  The daylight group maintained their fighting weight; the anytime group got fat.  Scientists had so much fun with that study, they tried it on two groups of men.  Yup.  Same result, svelte day-timers, lard butt any-timers.

No, I don't know why they didn't do a study with women.  I suspect that the ladies heard about the male any-timers getting fat, didn't want any part of it, told the scientists to go suck an egg.

Those working night shift or living in the far north (or far south) where the sun doesn't shine at all in the dead of winter have a problem.  They need to be in brightly lighted areas for 8+ hours a day and eat their meals during that time or they get messed up something awful.  Most folks know that flying across several time zones messes us up too.  Gotta reset the clock, takes awhile, about one day per time zone.

Yeah, organs have timers, too.  Your gut, for instance.  Morning comes, it's all excited, starts pumping out enzymes and other digestive stuff, pushes waste matter down the tube.  When everything's ready, it wants food.  Now!  C'mon dummy, get some vittles down here!

Enter the rhythm section.  And a large section it is: circadian rhythms, diurnal rhythms, algorithms, logarithms and so on.  This entire section, called biorhythms, is also controlled by the ignoramus; yup, it's a busy little bugger.  Everyone has their very own set of biorhythms, most of which support the king/prince/pauper-daylight dining thing.

Oh, now I remember: hypothalamus.  Here it is, along with a job description.

Tumalo?

Tumalo
A.  A wild plum
B.  Ground fog
C.  Icy water
D.  Upset stomach
E.  All the above
F.  None of the above

Actually, there is no correct answer because nobody knows for sure.  A, B and C are possibilities, Klamath Indian words that are similar to tumalo.  D is my very own definition: "That spicy chili gave me severe tumalo.  Got any antacids?"  Anyway, Tumalo is a popular name in the Bend, OR area: Creek, State Park, Tavern, Coffeehouse, and about 30 more places and businesses have the Tumalo name.

The unincorporated community of Tumalo, between Bend and Redmond is a census designated area, population 488.  In the early 1900s it had its own school, Bobcats as the original mascot, later upgraded to Tigers.  Apparently bobcats fell short of the mark when it came to those ferocious Tumaloians.  Tumaloites?  Tumalofers?  Whatever.

The pix of the girls basketball team, below, was undated.  1930s maybe?  Anyway, gotta love their outfits.  I assume they were called Tigresses.

Here's the entire school in 1938.

And here's the most impressive thing with the Tumalo handle: Tumalo Falls.  We visited it last year.

 

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We went to the Farmers Market on Saturday, along with visiting friends Ron and Holly from Portland.  Bought some nice produce, ate gelato, listened to a group of kids playing marimbas, very pleasant sound.

Later we walked along the river, lots of floaters, had lunch at one of the numerous Mill District eateries.

Ron and Holly bought a Retro RV trailer here, will return in 3 weeks to pick it up and get it outfitted.  Trish and I will help them get everything set up and checked out.

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The 16-court pickleball complex in Bend.

This is the 3rd year we've stayed in Bend, OR for several weeks.  My prior posts from here said it all so I won't bore you with repetition except to say Bend has everything that matters to us.

One of our neighbors, a colony of yellow bellied marmots.

Minnesota

I just returned from our annual family reunion in the Twin Cities, and a visit with my northernmost relatives in Aitkin.  My brother Gerry and his wife Linda have a lovely home on a large lake a few miles out of town.  Their lake isn't nearly as large as Mille Lacs Lake though, can't see all the way across that one.  It's about 20 miles south of  Aitkin.  The pix above and below were taken at Mille Lacs, in the town of Garrison.

One of the things I love about visiting my brother is hearing the mournful cries of the loons, brings back memories of my early years in MN.

About 40 people attend the reunion each year, an annual event that started 25 years ago.  We usually play pickleball but not this year, rain in the AM, then 90 degrees and high humidity.  Some of the gang pictured below.

This purple cow was hanging out in the Redmond/Bend, OR airport near the luggage carousel.  Now, I can no longer say I've never seen a purple cow.  If you don't recognize the saying, google it.  It's from a popular little poem written many decades ago.

Auburn/Lincoln/Loomis, CA

We're in a campground in Auburn, close to Lincoln where Trish's brother Doug and wife Jan live, in a Sun City/Del Webb community.  They moved here about a year ago from Sacramento. 

Our luncheon venue used to be the High Hand fruit packing facility.  

Now, it's the High Hand nursery/restaurant/art venue with a huge variety of plants, blown glass ornaments, metal sculptures, planting pots and so on.  

The pictures speak for themselves.

Fantastic place!  

The food and IPA were darn good, too.

South Lake Tahoe

This is my 3rd visit to SLT.  April, 1968, was the first one, an overnight stop on my way to Minnesota from Tacoma, WA, via Tijuana.  The long way home.  I had 30 days leave before going to Panama for Jungle Warfare School, then to Vietnam.  Figured I should see some of the country, might not have another chance.  2nd visit was about 30 years ago to do some downhill.

These 3 pix were taken at the Emerald Bay viewpoint.

The castle is about 2 miles away, pix taken at 10x zoom.  It's located close to shore and to the left of the island pictured above.

We visited Tallac Historical Site after Emerald Bay. Tallac was touted as The Grandest Resort in the World 100 years ago.  Only the wealthy and elite here, thank you very much.  If you needed to ask how much it cost, forget it.  Dozens of vintage buildings on 40 acres bordering Lake Tahoe, now a major tourist attraction, the buildings nicely maintained and furnished with period stuff.  The main lodge is pictured below.

This is one of several buildings that housed the worker bees: gardener, maid, cook, butler, etc.  The higher up you were in the pecking order, the larger your quarters.  The butler had the largest room which wasn't all that large, nor should it have been, given his checkered past.  True, it was never proven, but he was and still is, the prime suspect in the heinous murder - did it in the study with a candlestick.