Passion.
It is a driving force behind success.
When I was younger, I would play games passionately--and I would win. Now, it seems I do not really care if I win or lose--and the passion is gone. I lose a lot more. Which certainly makes one of my grandchildren happy.
A Wikipedia definition of passion:
Passion ( from Latin verb patior meaning to suffer or to endure) is an emotion applied to a very strong feeling about a person or thing. Passion is an intense emotion compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for something. The term is also often applied to a lively or eager interest in or admiration for a proposal, cause, or activity or love. Passion can be expressed as a feeling of unusual excitement, enthusiasm or compelling emotion towards a subject, idea, person, or object. A person is said to have a passion for something when he has a strong positive affinity for it. A love for something and a passion for something are often used synonymously.
Passion is the feeling in my gut that tells me I really care about what is happening. That could be something with my family, church, recreation or job.
I am a passionate person.
Sometimes I get blinded by my passion--but
I do best when I am working on that passion because I find that when there is no passion "burning in my belly" I really don't care about the outcome. I become apathetic.
I love working with other passionate people. It makes life fun, even if we disagree because it tells me that they care as much as I do about getting something right.
What am I passionate about?
Well, I'm not going to share--but you can probably guess by reading some of my blog entries.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Mailboxes
Mailboxes are part of life and I suspect that most of us check them six days a week.
Why? Because mail is delivered six days per week and we don't want to miss anything important.
I have noticed lately though, that I am recycling more and more of the items that the USPS mail carriers so diligently deliver.
Lots of junk.
I have started stopping by the recycling bin to drop off the unwanted items before even going back inside the house.
It is amazing how a stack of mail can be reduced to two items in about 30 seconds.
I wonder what it is that triggers me to open some of the items? Some go into the bin unopened, while others at least get a peak inside before being recycled. There is something about the ones that get opened that call to me. Is it the promise that there may be something of value inside? I don't know--more it is the fear that I'm discarding something important disguised as junk mail.
Think of the waste in productivity and resources associated with all of the junk mail. It boggles my mind.
Most all of the stuff is not only unwanted it was unrequested. And, unless I take action it will continue to arrive daily in my mailbox.
I'm not sure I want to stop it--think about it. I hate empty mailboxes almost as much as I dislike ones full of junk mail.
It is perplexing. At least if there is mail in the box there is hope that something exciting or important will reside within--in addition to the periodic bills which come interspersed throughout the month.
And so, I will continue my afternoon trek to the mailbox full of the realization that most of what I receive is going to be discarded, but that there is mail in the mailbox is more important that reducing the junk.
I'm not sure that is the best answer--but it's where I am.
Why? Because mail is delivered six days per week and we don't want to miss anything important.
I have noticed lately though, that I am recycling more and more of the items that the USPS mail carriers so diligently deliver.
Lots of junk.
I have started stopping by the recycling bin to drop off the unwanted items before even going back inside the house.
It is amazing how a stack of mail can be reduced to two items in about 30 seconds.
I wonder what it is that triggers me to open some of the items? Some go into the bin unopened, while others at least get a peak inside before being recycled. There is something about the ones that get opened that call to me. Is it the promise that there may be something of value inside? I don't know--more it is the fear that I'm discarding something important disguised as junk mail.
Think of the waste in productivity and resources associated with all of the junk mail. It boggles my mind.
Most all of the stuff is not only unwanted it was unrequested. And, unless I take action it will continue to arrive daily in my mailbox.
I'm not sure I want to stop it--think about it. I hate empty mailboxes almost as much as I dislike ones full of junk mail.
It is perplexing. At least if there is mail in the box there is hope that something exciting or important will reside within--in addition to the periodic bills which come interspersed throughout the month.
And so, I will continue my afternoon trek to the mailbox full of the realization that most of what I receive is going to be discarded, but that there is mail in the mailbox is more important that reducing the junk.
I'm not sure that is the best answer--but it's where I am.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Jack-O-Lantern Season
They are appearing everywhere.
Pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns.
At stores, on doorsteps, almost everywhere imaginable.
We even have one on our doorstep to welcome people to the house. Or is it guarding the place to keep intruders and evil away? It is hard to know.
While we think of Halloween and its relationship to Jack-o-lantern pumpkins as uniquely American, sadly, it is not so. Jack-o-lanterns originally began in Ireland and turnips or potatoes were used the carve the scary faces. After the pumpkin was discovered in America, that became the vegetable of choice for obvious reasons.
If you have never heard of story of Stingy Jack, click the link above and read it--it is fascinating. Apparently, according to tradition, Jack went toe-to-toe with the Devil and won--or so it seemed.
Probably most people have no idea where the Jack-o-lantern tradition originated--in an Irish turnip.
But now, pumpkins are everywhere to keep Stingy Jack's wandering spirit as well as other evil spirits away.
Our Jack-o-lantern is fabricated. I'm not sure it is endowed with the same protection powers. But it is part of the seasonal tradition. And it makes me smile. And we can reuse it annually--which I like.
And they are everywhere it seems.
So, if you see Stingy Jack's spirit wandering on your front lawn, make sure you light your Jack-o-lantern to keep him and his evil friends away from your doorstep.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Autumn Smells
Autumn has a unique smell.
It is probably the smell of leaf mold on the wind--which at the same time is familiar and makes me sneeze.
That, coupled with the cooler crisper air is one of those dead ringer "it's autumm" signals for me.
Smells are very powerful. I think they are being over used now though. Everytime I turn around there is a new candle or spray object in the house putting out seemingly pleasant odors that mostly make me sneeze.
I noticed the autumn smell this afternoon while going to the cafeteria for lunch. I just caught me and made me realize that it really is autumn here in Maryland.
I also know that there is a very clean, almost odorless smell associated with snow as it lays new fallen on the ground. I don't particularly enjoy it, but I have noticed it.
I looked at the pool cover the yesterday and thought about the water underneath, waiting for springtime.
And it reminded me of the smell of water being splashed upon hot concrete. It has a particular odor to it was well--one that calls for me to jump in the pool and enjoy the day.
So smells are a part of our overall experience that sometimes we do not take time to catalog. They can't be stored slike so many digital images--but we do remember them and can quickly be transported back in time in our minds to a different place.
Some smells make us think of home--like pumpkin pie or baking bread.
Some smells tell us there is a problem, like the smell of burnt hair or hot brake fluid.
Some smells are for information like the smell of radiator fluid leaking on the ground (I hate that).
But the smell of autumn is unique--it is just, autumn. Refreshing and complex.
So I will enjoy it as I watch the sun set too early and the flowers dim and wither knowing that springtime is one day closer.
It is probably the smell of leaf mold on the wind--which at the same time is familiar and makes me sneeze.
That, coupled with the cooler crisper air is one of those dead ringer "it's autumm" signals for me.
Smells are very powerful. I think they are being over used now though. Everytime I turn around there is a new candle or spray object in the house putting out seemingly pleasant odors that mostly make me sneeze.
I noticed the autumn smell this afternoon while going to the cafeteria for lunch. I just caught me and made me realize that it really is autumn here in Maryland.
I also know that there is a very clean, almost odorless smell associated with snow as it lays new fallen on the ground. I don't particularly enjoy it, but I have noticed it.
I looked at the pool cover the yesterday and thought about the water underneath, waiting for springtime.
And it reminded me of the smell of water being splashed upon hot concrete. It has a particular odor to it was well--one that calls for me to jump in the pool and enjoy the day.
So smells are a part of our overall experience that sometimes we do not take time to catalog. They can't be stored slike so many digital images--but we do remember them and can quickly be transported back in time in our minds to a different place.
Some smells make us think of home--like pumpkin pie or baking bread.
Some smells tell us there is a problem, like the smell of burnt hair or hot brake fluid.
Some smells are for information like the smell of radiator fluid leaking on the ground (I hate that).
But the smell of autumn is unique--it is just, autumn. Refreshing and complex.
So I will enjoy it as I watch the sun set too early and the flowers dim and wither knowing that springtime is one day closer.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Monday Musings - October 18, 2010
1. Election season is in full swing. The candidates are buying up the airtime for campaign ads. I can't wait until the beer commercials return.
2. It seems that if I stop by the recycling bin on my way back from the mailbox that I wind up with a lot less junk in the house. And there really isn't all that much important mail anyway.
3. Last week something really miraculous happened--the miners in Chile were rescued after 69 days under ground. We need to remember that good things happen too and not get so focused upon the bad things happening around us.
4. I heard a compelling testimony about forgiveness during church yesterday--and it reinforced my belief that too many people are looking for revenge rather than freeing themselves from the trap of hatred and forgiving those who transgress against them. According to Lewis Smedes, "To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you."
5. October is more than half over--just yesterday it seemed I was complaining about closing the pool.
6. Passion. It dawned upon me that passion is what often separates successful people from those who are less successful.
7. Cars never break when it is convenient. And the corollary to that is that when you're running late and need to be somewhere, the gas tank is empty.
8. I wonder how many things that I think need to be done, really aren't all that important?
2. It seems that if I stop by the recycling bin on my way back from the mailbox that I wind up with a lot less junk in the house. And there really isn't all that much important mail anyway.
3. Last week something really miraculous happened--the miners in Chile were rescued after 69 days under ground. We need to remember that good things happen too and not get so focused upon the bad things happening around us.
4. I heard a compelling testimony about forgiveness during church yesterday--and it reinforced my belief that too many people are looking for revenge rather than freeing themselves from the trap of hatred and forgiving those who transgress against them. According to Lewis Smedes, "To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you."
5. October is more than half over--just yesterday it seemed I was complaining about closing the pool.
6. Passion. It dawned upon me that passion is what often separates successful people from those who are less successful.
7. Cars never break when it is convenient. And the corollary to that is that when you're running late and need to be somewhere, the gas tank is empty.
8. I wonder how many things that I think need to be done, really aren't all that important?
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Birthdays and Football
It ha been a birthday celebration weekend. First Chris and then Jeremy celebrated birthdays. Although Jeremy's birthday isn't really until Tuesday--we went out with him and Nicole last evening to Fed Hill to enjoy some evening libations.
Today--mixed in with football, was celebration day.
The centerpiece was the cheesecake that I made for Chris.
We actually lit the candles twice so everyone could blow them out--well, Lucas just kind of watched. But they really had a lot of fun.
Then we ate cheesecake!
It was yummy and helped to soothe the wounds left by an ugly Cowboy loss at the hands of the Vikings.
Mostly it was good to have everyone together for another afternoon as we planned to start the week together.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Autumn Morning
It was a beautiful morning this morning.
I got to sleep in past 7am and wake up gently rather than to the blaring of my alarm.
I didn't have to be at the racquetball
court or at work. It wasn't even like yesterday when I took the day off and wound up in Annapolis at the car dealership before 10am to get Chris's car fixed, when I thought I was going to have a completely different day.
Today was going to start differently I thought--yeah, I would be at the grocery store before 8AM getting the items I needed to make and bake my kick-butt cheesecake which Chris asks for as her birthday cake. We are having the party tomorrow during our Sunday family football gathering.
And then--another hour making the cake followed by hours of baking and post-baking activities associated with this labor intensive cheesecake which I noticed has 520 calories per slice. Ugh! No wonder why I usually have a slice as a meal and I only bake it once per year.
As I was doing all of this and taking Makayla out for her required periodic outdoor activities, I noticed a mum in the garden.
It is one that we put there because it came back after the winter in one of the pots and needed a spot to grow.
It was just spilling color into the world and doing its part to make everyone smile.
Much of the rest of the garden has already surrendered its color to the forces of cold and darkness--but this mum, cheerfully sitting in the front of the garden near the driveway, reminded me that the world is full of color and wonder--sometimes you just need to be open to seeing it.
The color is there--I know it in my head, but sometimes I don't let it into my heart.
There is a tree at the top of the street that is always the first to don its autumnal colors. And I noticed yesterday, that it had begun to fully transition from the green of summer to the orange and red of Autumn. The other trees here are not far behind now.
I still look out my window and see green, mostly. But by next week I expect to see yellows and oranges.
Colors of life to offset the quickening darkness--it is so dark now in the morning when I got to work and even when I play racquetball and come out of the gym I can only see traces of the coming dawn in the sky.
Colors that remind me that on the other side, there is springtime waiting to embrace me with its cool warmth and brightly colored flowers.
Winter is like a doorway--from this year to the next. It is a passage that I make every year, to get me ready for the similar journey I will make someday on my own.
I just need to see the colors and the joy that is there and not focus on the darkness.
I'm not afraid of the darkness--I just prefer the light.
And all of this from running out to the grocery store for cream cheese to bake a cheesecake.
Where did I leave my coffee?
I got to sleep in past 7am and wake up gently rather than to the blaring of my alarm.
I didn't have to be at the racquetball
court or at work. It wasn't even like yesterday when I took the day off and wound up in Annapolis at the car dealership before 10am to get Chris's car fixed, when I thought I was going to have a completely different day.Today was going to start differently I thought--yeah, I would be at the grocery store before 8AM getting the items I needed to make and bake my kick-butt cheesecake which Chris asks for as her birthday cake. We are having the party tomorrow during our Sunday family football gathering.
And then--another hour making the cake followed by hours of baking and post-baking activities associated with this labor intensive cheesecake which I noticed has 520 calories per slice. Ugh! No wonder why I usually have a slice as a meal and I only bake it once per year.
As I was doing all of this and taking Makayla out for her required periodic outdoor activities, I noticed a mum in the garden.
It is one that we put there because it came back after the winter in one of the pots and needed a spot to grow.
It was just spilling color into the world and doing its part to make everyone smile.
Much of the rest of the garden has already surrendered its color to the forces of cold and darkness--but this mum, cheerfully sitting in the front of the garden near the driveway, reminded me that the world is full of color and wonder--sometimes you just need to be open to seeing it.
The color is there--I know it in my head, but sometimes I don't let it into my heart.
There is a tree at the top of the street that is always the first to don its autumnal colors. And I noticed yesterday, that it had begun to fully transition from the green of summer to the orange and red of Autumn. The other trees here are not far behind now.
I still look out my window and see green, mostly. But by next week I expect to see yellows and oranges.
Colors of life to offset the quickening darkness--it is so dark now in the morning when I got to work and even when I play racquetball and come out of the gym I can only see traces of the coming dawn in the sky.
Colors that remind me that on the other side, there is springtime waiting to embrace me with its cool warmth and brightly colored flowers.
Winter is like a doorway--from this year to the next. It is a passage that I make every year, to get me ready for the similar journey I will make someday on my own.
I just need to see the colors and the joy that is there and not focus on the darkness.
I'm not afraid of the darkness--I just prefer the light.
And all of this from running out to the grocery store for cream cheese to bake a cheesecake.
Where did I leave my coffee?
Friday, October 15, 2010
Happy Birthday Chris(tina)
This is a special birthday card blog (yeah, I am buying a real card, too!) to my partner of too many years to count.
If you factor in that we were 15 when we met, that would make it about 40 years that we have been a thing! And we have been married over 35 of those 40 years. Which is waaaaay to many to think about on a regular basis.
Did you ever think about how we use words to describe people on a regular basis? Well, I did and I want to share a few words about my wife--
Anyway--Chris is the world's best Mom, wife, confidant, physician, psychologist, party planner, grandmother, friend, ER Tech, house vet, L&D volunteer, Offutt Aires member, animal rescuerer, turtle spotter, wine drinking buddy, beach comber, house cleaner, project planner, interior decorator, wily shopper, sister, daughter, aunt, sister-in-law, cousin, niece, grand daughter, civil rights defender, faith-filled believer, worship team member/leader, Dallas Cowboy fan, god-mother, adviser, and lover. (I'm sure I missed a few)
Now each of those words has at least one story attached to it--that I could never even think of trying to recount--but be assured--I'm sure you would agree with my assessment. OK, maybe that she is in the top 10 in these categories.
It is her day. Wish her Happy Birthday (and mean it!). And no, I'm not revealing how old she is or isn't.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Miracles do happen
Any questions? Just ask the miners who just were rescued from deep in the earth after 69 days.
Can you imagine smelling fresh air for the first time in over two months? To be in sunlight?
To see your family?
To burst from the earth after a ride up in a very small looking capsule and to be free?
It is a miracle.
We should celebrate with the miners, their families, and everyone who had a part in the rescue--and that latter item includes everyone who prayed for their rescue.
Some are calling it the greatest rescue since Apollo 13.
Wow!
Can you imagine smelling fresh air for the first time in over two months? To be in sunlight?
To see your family?
To burst from the earth after a ride up in a very small looking capsule and to be free?
It is a miracle.
We should celebrate with the miners, their families, and everyone who had a part in the rescue--and that latter item includes everyone who prayed for their rescue.
Some are calling it the greatest rescue since Apollo 13.
Wow!
Gap Filler Pop-pop
Other duties as assigned.
That is a phrase which is often associated with job descriptions to allow for flexibility in assigning duties and getting tasks done.
Yesterday afternoon I assumed the "other duties as assigned" part of the grandparent job description. I became the after school childcare gap filler.
I never really thought of myself as that--but in fact, the other duty was childcare with my oldest grandson, Ethan.
I re-planned my day to get to work a bit earlier so that I could depart a bit earlier to retrieve Ethan from the neighbor.
It was a beautiful day and I learned a lot about the parking lot at work at about 3pm. It is busier then than at any other time it seemed. It took me and extra 5 minutes to get out of the lot due to pedestrian traffic and cars.
Actually I was looking forward to spending quality alone time with Ethan. We have always gotten along really well and I remember when he was a little baby, I was the first person his mother trusted to watch him for an afternoon--I don't remember the details of that day--but he was a snugly baby and we spent a few hours asleep together on the sofa.
In short the experience yesterday was great for both of us--and I'm told he was really looking forward to time with Pop-pop. I hope I didn't disappoint him--and I don't think I did. We were pretty relaxed and things seemed to go very well.
I was nice when Nicole and Jax arrived--but E and I pretty much stayed on the sofa, chillin' and Jax joined us for a bit. Which was nice, too.
So for a few every other Wednesdays--E and I will be spending time together and the Pop-pop other duties as assigned expansion will likely be as enjoyable for both of us as it was today. Sometimes it is nice to be flexible and willing to try out new things--the results can be very rewarding.
In this case it was easy, just chillin' and spending time together with Ethan
That is a phrase which is often associated with job descriptions to allow for flexibility in assigning duties and getting tasks done.
Yesterday afternoon I assumed the "other duties as assigned" part of the grandparent job description. I became the after school childcare gap filler.
I never really thought of myself as that--but in fact, the other duty was childcare with my oldest grandson, Ethan.
I re-planned my day to get to work a bit earlier so that I could depart a bit earlier to retrieve Ethan from the neighbor.
It was a beautiful day and I learned a lot about the parking lot at work at about 3pm. It is busier then than at any other time it seemed. It took me and extra 5 minutes to get out of the lot due to pedestrian traffic and cars.
Actually I was looking forward to spending quality alone time with Ethan. We have always gotten along really well and I remember when he was a little baby, I was the first person his mother trusted to watch him for an afternoon--I don't remember the details of that day--but he was a snugly baby and we spent a few hours asleep together on the sofa.
In short the experience yesterday was great for both of us--and I'm told he was really looking forward to time with Pop-pop. I hope I didn't disappoint him--and I don't think I did. We were pretty relaxed and things seemed to go very well.
I was nice when Nicole and Jax arrived--but E and I pretty much stayed on the sofa, chillin' and Jax joined us for a bit. Which was nice, too.
So for a few every other Wednesdays--E and I will be spending time together and the Pop-pop other duties as assigned expansion will likely be as enjoyable for both of us as it was today. Sometimes it is nice to be flexible and willing to try out new things--the results can be very rewarding.
In this case it was easy, just chillin' and spending time together with Ethan
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Playing with Images
I was trying to get an image of the Blue Ridge Mountains in the background.They were very hazy in the distance on this glorious Sunday afternoon.
The image though, as I took it I knew would not come out very well.
So with my trusty computer in hand, I did some enhancement of the image to bring out the mountains a bit and give it a little artistic quality.
The mountains in the distance were beautiful. The landscape in between was showing the first signs of autumn, with trees beginning to don their autumn finery.
I was standing on the south balcony of James Madison's home at Montpelier. I worked hard to frame the image with the black walnut tree in the foreground.
It was all hard work.
If I was talented as a painter--I might have come up with something like this.
But I'm not.
So I get to enjoy playing with image manipulation programs.
It is still a memory, too.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Weekends Away
Some weekends are really special and reflecting upon them afterwards brings back fun memories.
I mean--9:15 am Sunday morning and I am in a winery sampling wine with Chris and four of my best friends.
If there is a better way to start the day, well it would be hard to imagine. OK--so out on a beach definitely wins hands-down, but this is a close second.
Grapes are beautiful.
Vineyards are relaxing places to walk and enjoy.
And of course, vineyards were not the only places we went on this beautiful Sunday.
We also toured James Madison's Montpelier to take in some important aspects of American History.
It was fun to see the changes in the house as the restoration continues.
But it was a great weekend--and we had a lot of fun and samples many different wines.
I highly recommend it.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday Musings - October 11, 2010
1. Happy Columbus Day. Columbus day became a Federal Holiday in 1937. Click the link and read about it--it may surprise you that it is not a uniquely U.S. holiday.
2. I bet you forgot it was a holiday until you went to collect the mail. Surprise--no bills!
3. Did you know there are 10 Federal Holidays?
- New Year's Day
- Martin Luther King's Day
- President's Day
- Memorial Day
- Independence Day
- Labor Day
- Columbus Day
- Veteran's Day
- Thanksgiving
- Christmas (yes, it is OK to say Merry Christmas!)
4. I enjoyed a weekend of wine tasting and history in Charlottesville, VA again this year. We had a lot of fun with friends.
5. The weather has moderated and is awesome. Don't forget to enjoy it. It may be the last before the dark days are upon us.
6. My dog was so happy to see me when we returned this yesterday that she has not left my side since. It was a little tough taking a shower--but we worked it out.
7. Well, we finished the bed exchange with Patrick and Tina. We received a queen bed as our guest bed in exchange for a full. It is now set up and ready for company. And yes--true to form, blood was spilled!
8. And so the week begins. Thankfully, I have a short week--I'm taking Friday off. Chris is off and it's her birthday.
2. I bet you forgot it was a holiday until you went to collect the mail. Surprise--no bills!
3. Did you know there are 10 Federal Holidays?
- New Year's Day
- Martin Luther King's Day
- President's Day
- Memorial Day
- Independence Day
- Labor Day
- Columbus Day
- Veteran's Day
- Thanksgiving
- Christmas (yes, it is OK to say Merry Christmas!)
4. I enjoyed a weekend of wine tasting and history in Charlottesville, VA again this year. We had a lot of fun with friends.
5. The weather has moderated and is awesome. Don't forget to enjoy it. It may be the last before the dark days are upon us.
6. My dog was so happy to see me when we returned this yesterday that she has not left my side since. It was a little tough taking a shower--but we worked it out.
7. Well, we finished the bed exchange with Patrick and Tina. We received a queen bed as our guest bed in exchange for a full. It is now set up and ready for company. And yes--true to form, blood was spilled!
8. And so the week begins. Thankfully, I have a short week--I'm taking Friday off. Chris is off and it's her birthday.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Wine on the Vine
A beautiful day. Out with friends and sipping wine before 10am.
Afterwards it was off to Montpelier and James Madison's home.
The area is beautiful. The wines are awesome.
The friends are fantastic.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Wine Tasting Saturday
We are out with good friends getting int trouble but also finding wines to enjoy.
I'm fact, I found the Thanksgiving dinner wine.
It is a beautiful day out in the countryside.
Does it get better than this? Yes, but only on the beach.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time ...
The words are magical, are they not?
They remind me of childhood and dreams about the future.
Of knights and dragons, and even of space warriors fighting against overwhelming odds.
They remind me of playing for hours in a fantasy world without too many props on the edge on my imagination where every thought was reality and reality was but a memory.
Once upon a time I was the captain of a starship.
Once upon a time I was the the best pitcher on my baseball team and I won game 7 of the World Series by striking out Mickey Mantle on four pitches. (I guess I never did like the Yankees after all)
Once upon a time my sisters and I along with some neighbors created a series of tree forts from which to protect the area from invading Indians. We shot real arrows made from birch with bows made from birch and fishing line.
Once upon a time I was going to lead the first manned mission to Mars. Well--we see where that went.
It is fun to remember once upon a time--
Not that it could ever be any better than today, living life in real time. But it was fun to stretch the imagination. Once upon a time when I was young and could do anything or be anyone in the universe that I could imagine.
The words are magical, are they not?
They remind me of childhood and dreams about the future.
Of knights and dragons, and even of space warriors fighting against overwhelming odds.
They remind me of playing for hours in a fantasy world without too many props on the edge on my imagination where every thought was reality and reality was but a memory.
Once upon a time I was the captain of a starship.
Once upon a time I was the the best pitcher on my baseball team and I won game 7 of the World Series by striking out Mickey Mantle on four pitches. (I guess I never did like the Yankees after all)
Once upon a time my sisters and I along with some neighbors created a series of tree forts from which to protect the area from invading Indians. We shot real arrows made from birch with bows made from birch and fishing line.
Once upon a time I was going to lead the first manned mission to Mars. Well--we see where that went.
It is fun to remember once upon a time--
Not that it could ever be any better than today, living life in real time. But it was fun to stretch the imagination. Once upon a time when I was young and could do anything or be anyone in the universe that I could imagine.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Music in my Ears
Chris told me about it a week or so ago and I really didn't think too much about it.
She noted that I was not listening to music anymore while driving in the car and she was listening to more of it.
I dismissed the comment--I like listening to talk sports radio.
But I recently remembered reading a study that people who listen to talk radio are more likely to be depressed. I went looking for it but could not find it.
That written though, yesterday morning I played music and wound up even singing along as I crawled along in traffic to work.
I felt much more energized when I left the car in the parking lot.
I didn't have a clue what happened in sports the night before--but there was a spring in my step as I bounded across the parking lot to the building . Ready to face the trials of the day.
Of course, it was a sunny day.
I will conduct the experiment over the next couple of days to see if it holds.
I urge you to try it and let me know the results of this unofficial, unscientific study on the effects of music upon mood.
She noted that I was not listening to music anymore while driving in the car and she was listening to more of it.
I dismissed the comment--I like listening to talk sports radio.
But I recently remembered reading a study that people who listen to talk radio are more likely to be depressed. I went looking for it but could not find it.
That written though, yesterday morning I played music and wound up even singing along as I crawled along in traffic to work.
I felt much more energized when I left the car in the parking lot.
I didn't have a clue what happened in sports the night before--but there was a spring in my step as I bounded across the parking lot to the building . Ready to face the trials of the day.
Of course, it was a sunny day.
I will conduct the experiment over the next couple of days to see if it holds.
I urge you to try it and let me know the results of this unofficial, unscientific study on the effects of music upon mood.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Lists and Rankings and Memories
We are people who love lists it seems.
We pay others to rank things for us so that we don't have to try everything to make our own ranking. Or sometimes it is fun to rank things on our own just to see how we compare to the professionals.
I can tell the year is coming to a close because the rankings are beginning to show up in the mail.
Just this week, I received in my current issue of Wine Enthusiast Magazine the "Top 100 Best Buys 2010.' Yes a list. I look forward to the wine lists. And there will be a lot before the year is over. Some will seem funny before it is over-- "The 100 best Wines without a cork" or something like that.
All through the year, new wines are ranked on a 100 point scale. OK--the dirty little secret is the scale is really from 55-100.
Soon we will see lists of the top 10 movies of 2010, or the worst 10 movies. Every day I look forward on ESPN to the "Play of the Day." And during baseball season the "Web Gems." Or the "Top 10 Plays of the Day" from all sports. I am amused sometimes about how they try to give equal time to golf--but that's a thought for another day. I never see chess in the play of the day, though.
Some lists are much more useful than others. I find that Consumer Reports has good lists of things I might want to buy. And my Scuba magazines ranks everything Scuba--nice to look at, but I'm probably not going to replace my current gear with new gear just because.
What if I tried to rank order list things in my life? I thought about it for a minute. It would be pretty weird.
Bob's Top 10 Favorite Living Dogs
1. Makayla (keeshond)
2. Ben (keeshond)
3. Jefferson (beagle)
4. Florence (itailian greyhound)
5. Ginger (chocolate lab)
6. ?
That went well didn't it?
I want to try another attempt at dog listing:
What about Bob's Top 10 Favorite Dogs of All Time: Living or Deceased
Actually this gets a lot harder.
1. Nufi (keeshond)
2. Makayla (keeshond)
3. Meghan (golden retriever)
4. Spooky (some kind of spaniel/hound)
5. Ben (keeshond)
6. Zachary (Yorkie)
7. Bear (keeshond)
8. Trixie (Shepard mix when I was a kid)
9. Lady (collie mix when I was a kid)
10. Ariana (shitzu)//Rippy (Lhasa apso) (it was a tie for 10th)
Anyway--it gets hard. With the exception of Makayla and Ben, they are all deceased--but their memories linger. Is it useful?
I don't know.
I do recommend the wine list though for for good value wines under $15. The list gives me something to look for when I go shopping.
And we will all likely continue to check the lists for the best buys or for whatever.
Happy listing!
We pay others to rank things for us so that we don't have to try everything to make our own ranking. Or sometimes it is fun to rank things on our own just to see how we compare to the professionals.
I can tell the year is coming to a close because the rankings are beginning to show up in the mail.
Just this week, I received in my current issue of Wine Enthusiast Magazine the "Top 100 Best Buys 2010.' Yes a list. I look forward to the wine lists. And there will be a lot before the year is over. Some will seem funny before it is over-- "The 100 best Wines without a cork" or something like that.
All through the year, new wines are ranked on a 100 point scale. OK--the dirty little secret is the scale is really from 55-100.
Soon we will see lists of the top 10 movies of 2010, or the worst 10 movies. Every day I look forward on ESPN to the "Play of the Day." And during baseball season the "Web Gems." Or the "Top 10 Plays of the Day" from all sports. I am amused sometimes about how they try to give equal time to golf--but that's a thought for another day. I never see chess in the play of the day, though.
Some lists are much more useful than others. I find that Consumer Reports has good lists of things I might want to buy. And my Scuba magazines ranks everything Scuba--nice to look at, but I'm probably not going to replace my current gear with new gear just because.
What if I tried to rank order list things in my life? I thought about it for a minute. It would be pretty weird.
Bob's Top 10 Favorite Living Dogs
1. Makayla (keeshond)
2. Ben (keeshond)
3. Jefferson (beagle)
4. Florence (itailian greyhound)
5. Ginger (chocolate lab)
6. ?
That went well didn't it?
I want to try another attempt at dog listing:
What about Bob's Top 10 Favorite Dogs of All Time: Living or Deceased
Actually this gets a lot harder.
1. Nufi (keeshond)
2. Makayla (keeshond)
3. Meghan (golden retriever)
4. Spooky (some kind of spaniel/hound)
5. Ben (keeshond)
6. Zachary (Yorkie)
7. Bear (keeshond)
8. Trixie (Shepard mix when I was a kid)
9. Lady (collie mix when I was a kid)
10. Ariana (shitzu)//Rippy (Lhasa apso) (it was a tie for 10th)
Anyway--it gets hard. With the exception of Makayla and Ben, they are all deceased--but their memories linger. Is it useful?
I don't know.
I do recommend the wine list though for for good value wines under $15. The list gives me something to look for when I go shopping.
And we will all likely continue to check the lists for the best buys or for whatever.
Happy listing!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Blahs of Life
Sometimes I feel as if I'm just playing out the string--especially in these days between baseball and hockey. Kind of like what the Orioles did for the past month or so.
It is just tough--two days with no baseball as the playoffs are scheduled to start later today.
The other night it was so bad I mostly watched a chick flick with Chris--"Letters to Juliette." I mean really? I had a Monday night with almost anything to do and I watched a chick flick. If there had been baseball on TV--it would have been on.
It was so bad that I went out and filled up Chris' gas tank in her car for her--just to get a break.
With it getting dark so early now I really don't know what to do with my evenings--except look out the window into the darkness and wish for summer.
I think I need a trip to the beach or something.
I had forgotten how dark it gets so early and we still haven't switched off daylight savings time yet! Ugh!
I just need to strive to enjoy the daylight more. And it is supposed to warm up again as the week moves along. We will struggle to see 70's it seems.
And so I'm just blah!
It is even spilling over into my racquetball--I'm playing totally uninspired. Although last night, in an effort to beat the blahs, Chris had a stunning meal ready when I stumbled through the door after getting thrashed on the racquetball court again.
That was nice and served to chase away the blahs for a while.
But they are still out there. Lurking.
It is just tough--two days with no baseball as the playoffs are scheduled to start later today.
The other night it was so bad I mostly watched a chick flick with Chris--"Letters to Juliette." I mean really? I had a Monday night with almost anything to do and I watched a chick flick. If there had been baseball on TV--it would have been on.
It was so bad that I went out and filled up Chris' gas tank in her car for her--just to get a break.
With it getting dark so early now I really don't know what to do with my evenings--except look out the window into the darkness and wish for summer.
I think I need a trip to the beach or something.
I had forgotten how dark it gets so early and we still haven't switched off daylight savings time yet! Ugh!
I just need to strive to enjoy the daylight more. And it is supposed to warm up again as the week moves along. We will struggle to see 70's it seems.
And so I'm just blah!
It is even spilling over into my racquetball--I'm playing totally uninspired. Although last night, in an effort to beat the blahs, Chris had a stunning meal ready when I stumbled through the door after getting thrashed on the racquetball court again.
That was nice and served to chase away the blahs for a while.
But they are still out there. Lurking.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Halloween Village
It is October after all.
Time to really begin the window dressing on seasonal decorations. One of the things Chris really enjoys are her Halloween decorations.
Those of you who know me, know that I'm not a huge fan of Halloween. I like the candy (a bit too much) but that's about it. But, in the spirit(s) of the season we decorate the house because, well, it is a piece of American tradition that keeps us from becoming stogy.
There is so much inertia to overcome in doing anything different these d
ays. It seems the easiest thing to do is nothing at all. And then feel guilty about it later.
ays. It seems the easiest thing to do is nothing at all. And then feel guilty about it later.We did get our decorations out Sunday and placed around the house to begin to get into the season. We only have a small Halloween village--because it is out for less than a month. But it does get me excited for the Snow Village and its arrival in the house, now scheduled for November 20th.
That of course, begins the Christmas season--with all of its special sets of issues.
That of course, begins the Christmas season--with all of its special sets of issues.
For now though--the next celebration on the radar is Halloween. And the nights are getting colder and the days are cooler.
Autumn is fully in control now. I guess we need to embrace it because, as the line from one movie reports: "resistance is futile!"
Monday, October 4, 2010
Monday Musings - October 4, 2010
1. Busy weekends move by so quickly that sometimes I even wonder if you I a weekend.
2. Baseball season is over--the Orioles finished really strong and made watching baseball fun. I hope it carries over to next year. I miss the "Boys of Summer" already.
3. Where is hockey? I'm ready. Oh yeah--Thursday night! Can you say Stanley Cup?
4. It is raining again. I'm not sure we need anymore for a while. Who turned off the sun?
5. Did you hear about the Earth-like planet they found? It doesn't rotate. I guess it is not so earth-like, then.
6. We are in the season of changes--decorations which last only for about a month. Currently we are celebrating a harvest holiday with pumpkins and scary houses. Next month we get out the turkeys for a celebration of thanks.
7. Makayla had prissy feet. What are prissy feet you ask? Well, she won't go into the wet grass to do her business. That becomes a bit of an issue with all of the rain we are having and so I have to put her on her leash to guide her to spots suitable for her activity. I do not have prissy feet by the way.
8. Did you hear the joke about October weather? Neither did I.
9. And writing of jokes:
2. Baseball season is over--the Orioles finished really strong and made watching baseball fun. I hope it carries over to next year. I miss the "Boys of Summer" already.
3. Where is hockey? I'm ready. Oh yeah--Thursday night! Can you say Stanley Cup?
4. It is raining again. I'm not sure we need anymore for a while. Who turned off the sun?
5. Did you hear about the Earth-like planet they found? It doesn't rotate. I guess it is not so earth-like, then.
6. We are in the season of changes--decorations which last only for about a month. Currently we are celebrating a harvest holiday with pumpkins and scary houses. Next month we get out the turkeys for a celebration of thanks.
7. Makayla had prissy feet. What are prissy feet you ask? Well, she won't go into the wet grass to do her business. That becomes a bit of an issue with all of the rain we are having and so I have to put her on her leash to guide her to spots suitable for her activity. I do not have prissy feet by the way.
8. Did you hear the joke about October weather? Neither did I.
9. And writing of jokes:
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday Catch-up
It is funny how a quick trip to the dump turned into an all day series of projects--some of which still beg for completion.
The day started pleasantly enough with Chris and Riordan enjoying a moment on the sofa before it was off to the lab for blood work in advance of a physical.
After a short breakfast we decided to rid the hacienda of excess junk that had piled up during the summer. One additional item which finally made its way to recycling was was an old Honda engine which had been reclining under a counter in the garage for almost eight years--it is finally being recycled.
Patrick and Tina arrived to help and we also sorted through attic holdings that were beginning to burst out all over. It is funny how attics quickly become the black holes of the home--things go in but never come out.
The truck was full as Patrick and I headed for the recycling center--and I am happy to report that only a very small amount of the overall load were not able to be recycled.
Chris and Tina took a load of clothing to the Salvation Army for donation--and amazingly did not pick anything up while they were there.
But did the day end there?
No.
We all went out to an enjoyable lunch and then it was on t
o other projects--moving beds and finally, after over a month of consideration and planning, placing the TV in the family room on a wall mount.
Is any project easy? No. the TV mount required three trips to Lowe's, including changing the original mount which didn't fit the TV to complete the project. I also discovered a number of wires and pipes in the wall--right where I wanted to put the new electric outlet. OK--so I do have some patchwork to complete.
We shot this image after the TV was mounted to the wall but before we had removed the base that it had been sitting on for almost two years. It kinda looks suspended in space.
As as darkness fell--and the carry out Chinese arrived--the day began to come to completion. The TV was finished--although there is a mattress in the garage that displaced Cat for the night.
All in all though--a productive day and an enjoyable one.
I slept well.
The day started pleasantly enough with Chris and Riordan enjoying a moment on the sofa before it was off to the lab for blood work in advance of a physical.
After a short breakfast we decided to rid the hacienda of excess junk that had piled up during the summer. One additional item which finally made its way to recycling was was an old Honda engine which had been reclining under a counter in the garage for almost eight years--it is finally being recycled.
Patrick and Tina arrived to help and we also sorted through attic holdings that were beginning to burst out all over. It is funny how attics quickly become the black holes of the home--things go in but never come out.
The truck was full as Patrick and I headed for the recycling center--and I am happy to report that only a very small amount of the overall load were not able to be recycled.
Chris and Tina took a load of clothing to the Salvation Army for donation--and amazingly did not pick anything up while they were there.
But did the day end there?
No.
We all went out to an enjoyable lunch and then it was on t
o other projects--moving beds and finally, after over a month of consideration and planning, placing the TV in the family room on a wall mount.Is any project easy? No. the TV mount required three trips to Lowe's, including changing the original mount which didn't fit the TV to complete the project. I also discovered a number of wires and pipes in the wall--right where I wanted to put the new electric outlet. OK--so I do have some patchwork to complete.
We shot this image after the TV was mounted to the wall but before we had removed the base that it had been sitting on for almost two years. It kinda looks suspended in space.
As as darkness fell--and the carry out Chinese arrived--the day began to come to completion. The TV was finished--although there is a mattress in the garage that displaced Cat for the night.
All in all though--a productive day and an enjoyable one.
I slept well.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Blades of Grass
Green. Alone among the millions
growing in my yard.
The mower cut them all the same
no individuality here.
Despite the lack of rain this year
my lawn remained still green.
And so I mowed it every week
as each grass blade grew new.
Summer's sun has lost its heat
and frost too soon will fall.
The blades of green will change then too
become the brown of Fall.
And lay beneath the royal robes
adorning trees that shade.
The blades which once were green and warm
will sleep beneath the snow.
growing in my yard.
The mower cut them all the same
no individuality here.
Despite the lack of rain this year
my lawn remained still green.
And so I mowed it every week
as each grass blade grew new.
Summer's sun has lost its heat
and frost too soon will fall.
The blades of green will change then too
become the brown of Fall.
And lay beneath the royal robes
adorning trees that shade.
The blades which once were green and warm
will sleep beneath the snow.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Happy New Year FY11
Funny how that sounds, right?
But actually we celebrate other new years as we go through our calendar. Last month it was Jewish New Year. In February it was Chinese New Year.
Today though is the Fiscal New Year! And so we awake this morning to a government without a budget because our elected officials can't seem to focus on the important aspects of their jobs and ensure a funded and functioning government.
Thank goodness for continuing resolutions!
I'm frustrated about the state of our government.
I saw a poll reported on the NBC Nightly News Tuesday night that really drove home the point about voter frustration. The bottom line was--it didn't matter whether Republican or Democrat--the voters are ready to part ways with whomever is currently in office and get some new people in place who are more collaborative and less partisan.
I'm with them.
As it stands right now, I do not see myself voting for anyone who currently is in office this year.
Give someone else a chance.
Let's get past partisan politics and get on with the business of running the government and stop the ceaseless bickering. It is not getting any better, is it?
The economy is still faltering, joblessness is increasing, and the debt is mounting.
I don't care whose fault it is, FIX IT!
That the government has no budget is just one of the many symptoms of the problem.
It seems that our elected officials no longer represent us--the ones who gave voted them into the job.
So Happy New Fiscal Year (FY) 2011. May we reclaim the government of the people and for the people this year!
But actually we celebrate other new years as we go through our calendar. Last month it was Jewish New Year. In February it was Chinese New Year.
Today though is the Fiscal New Year! And so we awake this morning to a government without a budget because our elected officials can't seem to focus on the important aspects of their jobs and ensure a funded and functioning government.
Thank goodness for continuing resolutions!
I'm frustrated about the state of our government.
I saw a poll reported on the NBC Nightly News Tuesday night that really drove home the point about voter frustration. The bottom line was--it didn't matter whether Republican or Democrat--the voters are ready to part ways with whomever is currently in office and get some new people in place who are more collaborative and less partisan.
I'm with them.
As it stands right now, I do not see myself voting for anyone who currently is in office this year.
Give someone else a chance.
Let's get past partisan politics and get on with the business of running the government and stop the ceaseless bickering. It is not getting any better, is it?
The economy is still faltering, joblessness is increasing, and the debt is mounting.
I don't care whose fault it is, FIX IT!
That the government has no budget is just one of the many symptoms of the problem.
It seems that our elected officials no longer represent us--the ones who gave voted them into the job.
So Happy New Fiscal Year (FY) 2011. May we reclaim the government of the people and for the people this year!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
The Rain
I could not believe the weather report the other afternoon.
Six (yes: 6) inches of rain was expected in some areas. Coincidentally, that is the exact number of inches we are below average for the year. But trying to make it all up in one storm was a bit extreme.
Well the rains came--as predicted--and they kept coming--even beyond the intiial expecatations.
Plans changed. Baseball games were rescheduled.
And the rains came causing traffic tie ups and accidents. The rains caused flooding and all sorts of biblical oriented travails.
But the rain kept falling.
Not for forty days and nights--thankfully.
But the rains came and the floods rose and the cars stalled.
I just wish I didn't have to go to work!
Six (yes: 6) inches of rain was expected in some areas. Coincidentally, that is the exact number of inches we are below average for the year. But trying to make it all up in one storm was a bit extreme.
Well the rains came--as predicted--and they kept coming--even beyond the intiial expecatations.
Plans changed. Baseball games were rescheduled.
And the rains came causing traffic tie ups and accidents. The rains caused flooding and all sorts of biblical oriented travails.
But the rain kept falling.
Not for forty days and nights--thankfully.
But the rains came and the floods rose and the cars stalled.
I just wish I didn't have to go to work!
Butterflies and Miners
I read an interesting story in the news the other day about a hwite butterfly saving the lives of two miners in the Chile mining disaster.
Ready the story at Did a butterfly save two miners' lives in Chile?
It is pretty interesting--albeit a bit confusing.
the article begins as follows:
In Chile's dry Atacama desert, folklore mixes with superstition and superstition blends with religion.
Scorching days give way to cold, foggy nights.
In the tent village christened "Camp Hope," at the gates of the San Jose mine complex, close-knit miners' families huddle together and light a fire.
They tell tales in the glow of red-hot embers. And the one everyone wants to hear these past few nights is an almost supernatural tale about the miner and the white butterfly.
I like the way it begins--in the midst of a disaster, there is a miracle. And that any of the miners is still alive seems to me to be a miracle.
But I like the premise--God provides a way for those who believe.
Ready the story at Did a butterfly save two miners' lives in Chile?
It is pretty interesting--albeit a bit confusing.
the article begins as follows:
In Chile's dry Atacama desert, folklore mixes with superstition and superstition blends with religion.
Scorching days give way to cold, foggy nights.
In the tent village christened "Camp Hope," at the gates of the San Jose mine complex, close-knit miners' families huddle together and light a fire.
They tell tales in the glow of red-hot embers. And the one everyone wants to hear these past few nights is an almost supernatural tale about the miner and the white butterfly.
I like the way it begins--in the midst of a disaster, there is a miracle. And that any of the miners is still alive seems to me to be a miracle.
But I like the premise--God provides a way for those who believe.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Bat Dance
Dancing on a wing, the ballet in the sky was mesmerizing
As the orange-hued light from the setting sun silhouetted
Small forms performing intricate routines not only for my enjoyment
But in search of sustenance as they winged and turned and dove
Freely and effortlessly it seemed they were free of gravity
To fly where they willed as night fell and darkness gradually overtook the scene
Until I could no longer make out their forms in the waning twilight.
Were they still there, I wondered after I could no longer enjoy the dance?
Dancing, chasing a delectable mosquito or other flying insect
Unseen now and unheard, but probably more numerous than before
I briefly glimpsed one of them in the weak light of a lamp as it flew past the window
Its dark, featureless form reminding me why so many people fear them
Even though we are not in their food chain and despite the fact
That they actually serve us unselfishly by ridding the sky of the
Blood sucking vermin that make being outside after dark on a summer evening
An event that requires copious amounts of liberally applied foul smelling bug spray
To keep from becoming a banquet table for the bugs.
They try to make it smell good by offering scents of fruits and other flowers,
But who really wants to smell like a fruit bowl
Do I look like a strawberry? So then should I smell like one?
No—bring on the dancing warriors of the skies who live to rid the area of winged vermin.
I love seeing them dance in the twilight, knowing that they are there every summer’s night
Conducting the same fanciful flight routines for both me and for themselves.
As the orange-hued light from the setting sun silhouetted
Small forms performing intricate routines not only for my enjoyment
But in search of sustenance as they winged and turned and dove
Freely and effortlessly it seemed they were free of gravity
To fly where they willed as night fell and darkness gradually overtook the scene
Until I could no longer make out their forms in the waning twilight.
Were they still there, I wondered after I could no longer enjoy the dance?
Dancing, chasing a delectable mosquito or other flying insect
Unseen now and unheard, but probably more numerous than before
I briefly glimpsed one of them in the weak light of a lamp as it flew past the window
Its dark, featureless form reminding me why so many people fear them
Even though we are not in their food chain and despite the fact
That they actually serve us unselfishly by ridding the sky of the
Blood sucking vermin that make being outside after dark on a summer evening
An event that requires copious amounts of liberally applied foul smelling bug spray
To keep from becoming a banquet table for the bugs.
They try to make it smell good by offering scents of fruits and other flowers,
But who really wants to smell like a fruit bowl
Do I look like a strawberry? So then should I smell like one?
No—bring on the dancing warriors of the skies who live to rid the area of winged vermin.
I love seeing them dance in the twilight, knowing that they are there every summer’s night
Conducting the same fanciful flight routines for both me and for themselves.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Disciplined Mind
I have been thinking a lot about this lately as my frustration with my neighbors continues to grow again.
No, it isn't the garbage as I wrote about earlier in my entry titled Good Fences and Questionable Neighbors. The garbage is making it to and from the street, mostly.
But I have begun to notice other things around me that point to lack of a disciplined mind. And I am at fault too, as my loving wife will often point out.
The evidence of a undisciplined mind can be seen in simple things, like walking over or around the basket of clothes waiting to either go to the laundry or be put away after coming up from the laundry.
Seeing a cup fall out of the car and not stopping to retrieve it an place it in the trash. But leaving it to see in whose yard it will blow into.
Parking the car sideways in the drive--this one really amazes me because it may be easier to pull into, but it sure creates problems parking the other vehicle and then departing in the morning.
So what are the traits of a disciplined mind?
A disciplined mind closes the cupboard door after retrieving a measuring cup.
It puts the top down on the toilet when business is finished.
It picks up the tuft of dog hair on the sofa and deposits it in the trash.
It picks up the newly delivered phone book strewn around the base of the mailboxes at the same time as when retrieving the mail.
It recognizes that the Styrofoam Chic-fil-A cup lying in the drive is soon going to be debris in a neighbor's yard and moves the cup into a trash receptacle.
A disciplined mind takes the trash out instead of trying to cram another piece into the already overflowing receptacle.
And so, I think I have captured the archetype of the disciplined mind. As I pondered it more, I realized that one of the defining differences between children and adults is the transition to a more disciplined mind.
Can one therefore extrapolate that those who do not possess a more disciplined mind are still children?
I wonder.
No, it isn't the garbage as I wrote about earlier in my entry titled Good Fences and Questionable Neighbors. The garbage is making it to and from the street, mostly.
But I have begun to notice other things around me that point to lack of a disciplined mind. And I am at fault too, as my loving wife will often point out.
The evidence of a undisciplined mind can be seen in simple things, like walking over or around the basket of clothes waiting to either go to the laundry or be put away after coming up from the laundry.
Seeing a cup fall out of the car and not stopping to retrieve it an place it in the trash. But leaving it to see in whose yard it will blow into.
Parking the car sideways in the drive--this one really amazes me because it may be easier to pull into, but it sure creates problems parking the other vehicle and then departing in the morning.
So what are the traits of a disciplined mind?
A disciplined mind closes the cupboard door after retrieving a measuring cup.
It puts the top down on the toilet when business is finished.
It picks up the tuft of dog hair on the sofa and deposits it in the trash.
It picks up the newly delivered phone book strewn around the base of the mailboxes at the same time as when retrieving the mail.
It recognizes that the Styrofoam Chic-fil-A cup lying in the drive is soon going to be debris in a neighbor's yard and moves the cup into a trash receptacle.
A disciplined mind takes the trash out instead of trying to cram another piece into the already overflowing receptacle.
And so, I think I have captured the archetype of the disciplined mind. As I pondered it more, I realized that one of the defining differences between children and adults is the transition to a more disciplined mind.
Can one therefore extrapolate that those who do not possess a more disciplined mind are still children?
I wonder.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Monday Musings - September 27, 2010
1. I was humbled by all of the birthday greetings I received yesterday on the phone and via Facebook and in person. Thank you to all of you for taking a minute to send me a note. I was awesome.
2. It is birthday season again for our family. It started last Wednesday with Michael and will continue until April when Ethan celebrates his sixth birthday!
3. I heard an interesting study that found that September is the favorite month of the year for the majority of Americans.
4. July is my favorite month of the year followed by June, August, May and April in that order.
5. My four least favorite months of the year are: January, February, December, and November. I often refer to these as the dark months.
6. That leaves March, September, and October in limbo--but definitely not among my favorites. Although the grape harvesting of September and October sure are enjoyable and foretell good wines in the future.
7. We have a new cat (actually a feline and not a Jaguar automobile) which has been turning the house on its ear. The cat, named Riordan, has established a pretty good relationship with Makayla. But Louis is a different story. So now at night the sound of cats screaming at each other is happening inside and not outside of the house!
8. Hockey season is underway this week. A welcome counter to the NFL.
9 Do you know what you get when you mix three dogs, two cats, three children under the age of six, NFL football, three TV's on different channels, a little bit of beer, and seven adults? Sunday at the Doan house.
2. It is birthday season again for our family. It started last Wednesday with Michael and will continue until April when Ethan celebrates his sixth birthday!
3. I heard an interesting study that found that September is the favorite month of the year for the majority of Americans.
4. July is my favorite month of the year followed by June, August, May and April in that order.
5. My four least favorite months of the year are: January, February, December, and November. I often refer to these as the dark months.
6. That leaves March, September, and October in limbo--but definitely not among my favorites. Although the grape harvesting of September and October sure are enjoyable and foretell good wines in the future.
7. We have a new cat (actually a feline and not a Jaguar automobile) which has been turning the house on its ear. The cat, named Riordan, has established a pretty good relationship with Makayla. But Louis is a different story. So now at night the sound of cats screaming at each other is happening inside and not outside of the house!
8. Hockey season is underway this week. A welcome counter to the NFL.
9 Do you know what you get when you mix three dogs, two cats, three children under the age of six, NFL football, three TV's on different channels, a little bit of beer, and seven adults? Sunday at the Doan house.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Still fun
The grandsons, and Nicole, all in a row on the diving board dreaming about next season. And having fun together. Look ma, no water. And the pool cover is more like a trampoline than a cover.
You should have seen the dogs. They had more fun on the cover than they did all summer in the pool.
Who says the fun is gone?
Birthday Rememberance
Every year contains it seems a few days which cause me pause and to think about the past.
One such day is my birthday--and today is really a special one because it is one of those mid-decade buirthdays.
But I was remembering birthday's past and some of the really cool things that used to happen.
Like my 6th (I think it was) and a big birthday party at the old house in Danby where the guys wound up playing with trucks in the dirt pile. I have no idea if any girls were even invited to the party or what they did while the guys got down and dirty.
And my 12th when, though it was not my birthday gift, our very first color TV (yes--color) was delivered.
Or my 14th, when I received a special production (OK, made by Mom) Ithaca .22 Saddle gun rifle. It really is a one of a kind and I still have it. I wonder what would happen today if more parents bought firearms for their 14 year old? But, I was taught to respect and properly use this weapon, which I still proudly have. Actually this is a file photo not my actual weapon--I am keeping its secrets safe after all of these years.
I'm sure Mom and Dad remember many more birthdays--but for those before I was 18, these really stand out as special.
My 18th was my first birthday away from the family. I was at the University of Miami and in those days (or olden times as I call it) turning 18 meant you could buy alcohol--and so I did. Lots of it.
And so this year, as in years past, I think about my birthdays and all of the places I have celebrated them (Danby, Miami, Syracuse, Rome, NY; Denver/Aurora, Omaha, Neubruecke, Shreveport, San Angelo, Columbia, Elkridge, Norfolk, Pittsburgh, and sometimes on the road in places I don't even remember.
Surrounded by family, no birthday is ever alone. Apart from family--even then I was never alone for the family's love always found me and surrounded me. No matter where I was.
One such day is my birthday--and today is really a special one because it is one of those mid-decade buirthdays.
But I was remembering birthday's past and some of the really cool things that used to happen.
Like my 6th (I think it was) and a big birthday party at the old house in Danby where the guys wound up playing with trucks in the dirt pile. I have no idea if any girls were even invited to the party or what they did while the guys got down and dirty.
And my 12th when, though it was not my birthday gift, our very first color TV (yes--color) was delivered.
Or my 14th, when I received a special production (OK, made by Mom) Ithaca .22 Saddle gun rifle. It really is a one of a kind and I still have it. I wonder what would happen today if more parents bought firearms for their 14 year old? But, I was taught to respect and properly use this weapon, which I still proudly have. Actually this is a file photo not my actual weapon--I am keeping its secrets safe after all of these years.
I'm sure Mom and Dad remember many more birthdays--but for those before I was 18, these really stand out as special.
My 18th was my first birthday away from the family. I was at the University of Miami and in those days (or olden times as I call it) turning 18 meant you could buy alcohol--and so I did. Lots of it.
And so this year, as in years past, I think about my birthdays and all of the places I have celebrated them (Danby, Miami, Syracuse, Rome, NY; Denver/Aurora, Omaha, Neubruecke, Shreveport, San Angelo, Columbia, Elkridge, Norfolk, Pittsburgh, and sometimes on the road in places I don't even remember.
Surrounded by family, no birthday is ever alone. Apart from family--even then I was never alone for the family's love always found me and surrounded me. No matter where I was.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Saddest Day of the Year
The pool is resting now. Waiting for April.
Sigh.
But the memories are great from the fun we had this summer. I cant wait until next year. Roughly 212 days until we open the pool next year.
Plug-n-Play Leadership: The Wrong Answer
I heard the following words the other day as I was receiving feedback on my recent nomination package.
"You are too narrow. Our paradigm is that senior leaders almost need to be plug-n-play--able to perform anywhere based upon their experience."
Ugh!
That, friends, is everything that is wrong with the current generation of leaders in America. To avoid having to take responsibility for their actions and to follow through to completion the implementation of their strategies, senior leaders are moved on a regular two-year schedule and never develop the full understanding of the organization they are leading.
I saw and felt it when I was an officer in the Air Force and now as a government "bureaucrat" I see the same thing.
Plug-n-play leadership is both wasteful and inefficient. It reduces leadership to concepts and strategies which can be applied impartially across the board rather than adapted to the strengths and weaknesses of the specific team or organization. It makes senior leaders effectively senior managers.
I work in a small organization that has a huge impact. Why? Because our leadership is more than just a decision-making manager down the hall. Leadership is intimate with the mission and understands, no, had a really deep appreciation of how the mission needs to be accomplished and how to take care of the people who are principally responsible for the getting the job done.
Do we get it right all of the time? No--no one does. But then we do not get enamored with the latest "fad" leadership term or style either. Everything can be carefully considered to ensure the burden on the mission staff is minimized and that they have the tools and encouragement to do their jobs.
I believe, because I have seen it in action, that mission savvy leaders have a disproportionately high positive impact on the organization when they use their skills properly. Plug-n-play leaders are quickly reduced to managers and depend upon others to do the real leading in the organization until they get the smarts to successfully represent and lead the organization.
What is the difference you ask between leaders and managers?
In its simplest form the difference is that leaders lead people and managers manage things. It is a lot tougher to lead than to manage.
Experienced in the organization leaders are a stabilizing force that helps the organization retain its focus in the face of turbulence.
Look at successful small businesses--the owners are the leaders. they are personally invested in the success of the organization.
Likewise, should it not also be true that when leaders are personally invested in their organization they are more effective?
Ineffective leaders need to be moved/removed--but effective leaders should be retained to ensure strength in the organization.
There is no such thing as plug-n-play leadership. Maybe plug-n-play management, but leaders can never be plug and play. There are emotions and investment to consider in effectively leading an organization.
A successful leader should be successful anywhere, it is not the number of diverse assignments that makes success but the character and capabilities of the person--but why risk organizational success in one area to fix another? And why risk the success of the larger organization just to move leaders around so they can have the illusion of plug-n-play?
Fundamentally, it may be a conspiracy theory at work--the CEO may be afraid that the next tier of leaders are more capable and are therefore a threat so by constantly moving them to preclude expertise in any one area, the threat is diminished.
So--the bottom line--plug-n-play leadership is a myth. It develops a generation of leaders that have not had to accept the responsibility for their action and who know a very little about a lot and can be considered dangerous.
Deeper understanding of the relationship is better.
Just because a leader has depth does not mean that they cannot perform anywhere. That is a myth. Effective leadership is transferable, but good leaders are personally invested in their organizations.
And I will never be seen as a viable candidate for senior executive because I'm too deep (or was that narrow?)
"You are too narrow. Our paradigm is that senior leaders almost need to be plug-n-play--able to perform anywhere based upon their experience."
Ugh!
That, friends, is everything that is wrong with the current generation of leaders in America. To avoid having to take responsibility for their actions and to follow through to completion the implementation of their strategies, senior leaders are moved on a regular two-year schedule and never develop the full understanding of the organization they are leading.
I saw and felt it when I was an officer in the Air Force and now as a government "bureaucrat" I see the same thing.
Plug-n-play leadership is both wasteful and inefficient. It reduces leadership to concepts and strategies which can be applied impartially across the board rather than adapted to the strengths and weaknesses of the specific team or organization. It makes senior leaders effectively senior managers.
I work in a small organization that has a huge impact. Why? Because our leadership is more than just a decision-making manager down the hall. Leadership is intimate with the mission and understands, no, had a really deep appreciation of how the mission needs to be accomplished and how to take care of the people who are principally responsible for the getting the job done.
Do we get it right all of the time? No--no one does. But then we do not get enamored with the latest "fad" leadership term or style either. Everything can be carefully considered to ensure the burden on the mission staff is minimized and that they have the tools and encouragement to do their jobs.
I believe, because I have seen it in action, that mission savvy leaders have a disproportionately high positive impact on the organization when they use their skills properly. Plug-n-play leaders are quickly reduced to managers and depend upon others to do the real leading in the organization until they get the smarts to successfully represent and lead the organization.
What is the difference you ask between leaders and managers?
In its simplest form the difference is that leaders lead people and managers manage things. It is a lot tougher to lead than to manage.
Experienced in the organization leaders are a stabilizing force that helps the organization retain its focus in the face of turbulence.
Look at successful small businesses--the owners are the leaders. they are personally invested in the success of the organization.
Likewise, should it not also be true that when leaders are personally invested in their organization they are more effective?
Ineffective leaders need to be moved/removed--but effective leaders should be retained to ensure strength in the organization.
There is no such thing as plug-n-play leadership. Maybe plug-n-play management, but leaders can never be plug and play. There are emotions and investment to consider in effectively leading an organization.
A successful leader should be successful anywhere, it is not the number of diverse assignments that makes success but the character and capabilities of the person--but why risk organizational success in one area to fix another? And why risk the success of the larger organization just to move leaders around so they can have the illusion of plug-n-play?
Fundamentally, it may be a conspiracy theory at work--the CEO may be afraid that the next tier of leaders are more capable and are therefore a threat so by constantly moving them to preclude expertise in any one area, the threat is diminished.
So--the bottom line--plug-n-play leadership is a myth. It develops a generation of leaders that have not had to accept the responsibility for their action and who know a very little about a lot and can be considered dangerous.
Deeper understanding of the relationship is better.
Just because a leader has depth does not mean that they cannot perform anywhere. That is a myth. Effective leadership is transferable, but good leaders are personally invested in their organizations.
And I will never be seen as a viable candidate for senior executive because I'm too deep (or was that narrow?)
Friday, September 24, 2010
Find a Way
I listened to an inspiring story the other morning on the way to work. It was about a football player who had his life changed by a cancer diagnosis sometime after his playing days were over. The intro to the book reads as follows:
"In 2003 former NFL player and current ESPN broadcaster Merril Hoge was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He's recently written a book entitled 'Find A Way', that chronicles his story, providing inspiration on how to navigate difficult times."
As I listened to Merril speak on the radio of his experiences as a boy growing up and then as a football player and father stricken with cancer, I was struck by the simple singleness of purpose that he followed embodied in three words--Find a Way.
He spoke about how when he was a boy and professed that he was going to play in the NFL, that people told him how hard it was and how few people made it to that level of play. Yet, that was when he discovered the phrase: Find a Way. And, he became an NFL played despite those around him trying to help break his fall should he not make it.
He then related how when he was depressed and down about the cancer and was telling his children about it, his daughter came to him and repeated the words that he had taught her about how to deal with life, Find a Way. It encouraged him to give 100 percent of himself to the fight and hold nothing back.
The interview resonated with me.
Why?
I feel that sometimes I forget to Find a Way when confronted difficult situations or problems in my life. I am content to find an excuse for less than spectacular performance in overcoming obstacles. I find that more and more I am not willing to expend the emotional energy to Find a Way.
I was so intrigued by the interview that I have purchased the book and will be reading it.
"In 2003 former NFL player and current ESPN broadcaster Merril Hoge was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He's recently written a book entitled 'Find A Way', that chronicles his story, providing inspiration on how to navigate difficult times."
As I listened to Merril speak on the radio of his experiences as a boy growing up and then as a football player and father stricken with cancer, I was struck by the simple singleness of purpose that he followed embodied in three words--Find a Way.
He spoke about how when he was a boy and professed that he was going to play in the NFL, that people told him how hard it was and how few people made it to that level of play. Yet, that was when he discovered the phrase: Find a Way. And, he became an NFL played despite those around him trying to help break his fall should he not make it.
He then related how when he was depressed and down about the cancer and was telling his children about it, his daughter came to him and repeated the words that he had taught her about how to deal with life, Find a Way. It encouraged him to give 100 percent of himself to the fight and hold nothing back.
The interview resonated with me.
Why?
I feel that sometimes I forget to Find a Way when confronted difficult situations or problems in my life. I am content to find an excuse for less than spectacular performance in overcoming obstacles. I find that more and more I am not willing to expend the emotional energy to Find a Way.
I was so intrigued by the interview that I have purchased the book and will be reading it.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Dark Trees
I was outside Tuesday evening
looking at the night sky.
Chris bought a telescope at a yard sale--
I thought I'd try it out.
I saw Jupiter and three of its moons.
and craters on the Moon as well.
But bathed in the bright moonlight
I noticed the trees
towering above me still full with leaves.
They were dark.
The lightening bugs that made them shimmer
during the nights of summer--
were gone.
Dark and foreboding.
Silhouetted by the moon.
They were not yet autumn trees--
robed with red and orange leaves.
Nor were they the eerie trees of Halloween--
leaf-less, sketching scary shadows on the lawns
for the ghouls and goblins to dance with
in the moonlight.
No--these were still summer trees.
Standing tall against the winds and rains.
Reveling in hot summer sun
providing cool shade to travelers
pausing beneath their branches.
Yet, they were dark.
I imagined them gloomy.
As if they sensed the change.
The coolness of the still not yet autumn breeze
swept across my bare arms.
I paused, breathing deeply,
savoring both the musky scent of summer
and the sweet smell of recently mowed grass.
A dog barked in the distance
returning me to my driveway.
I had drifted off
to a summer-bathed sandy beach.
The light in the window reminded me
that the time for sleep had come.
And dreams.
The dark trees stood tall.
Nodding, it seemed
in the cool gentle breeze.
Autumn was at hand.
looking at the night sky.
Chris bought a telescope at a yard sale--
I thought I'd try it out.
I saw Jupiter and three of its moons.
and craters on the Moon as well.
But bathed in the bright moonlight
I noticed the trees
towering above me still full with leaves.
They were dark.
The lightening bugs that made them shimmer
during the nights of summer--
were gone.
Dark and foreboding.
Silhouetted by the moon.
They were not yet autumn trees--
robed with red and orange leaves.
Nor were they the eerie trees of Halloween--
leaf-less, sketching scary shadows on the lawns
for the ghouls and goblins to dance with
in the moonlight.
No--these were still summer trees.
Standing tall against the winds and rains.
Reveling in hot summer sun
providing cool shade to travelers
pausing beneath their branches.
Yet, they were dark.
I imagined them gloomy.
As if they sensed the change.
The coolness of the still not yet autumn breeze
swept across my bare arms.
I paused, breathing deeply,
savoring both the musky scent of summer
and the sweet smell of recently mowed grass.
A dog barked in the distance
returning me to my driveway.
I had drifted off
to a summer-bathed sandy beach.
The light in the window reminded me
that the time for sleep had come.
And dreams.
The dark trees stood tall.
Nodding, it seemed
in the cool gentle breeze.
Autumn was at hand.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Autumn arrives
Good-bye summer--hello autumn.
At 11:09PM EDT tonight, summer will officially end as the sun crosses the equator not to be seen in the northern hemisphere again until March.
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| Autumn Along the Niagara River October 2009 |
The pool is still open.
I had to mow the grass.
The leaves are still on the trees.
There are flowers! OK--mums!
Actually it seemed as if it was already here yesterday. The morning temperature was 48 degrees! I haven't seen temperatures in the 40's for a long time. I even put the top up on Cat to drive to work. It was just too cold and I'm fighting some respiratory bug anyway--no need to stress myself more.
The colors are nice--but transient. I took the image along the Niagara River last year in October. I guess it is something to look forward to before the white stuff decides to cover the ground.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Football Hangover
I noticed it at work yesterday.
All of the guys seemed to be moving a bit slower. Very sedate. Something was wrong.
And then i realized the source of the slowness of thought and action: Football Hangover.
Yes, that was it. After a whole day of NFL Football, it seemed that all of the guys were totally fried. The emotional ups and downs if the day had drained them, and me.
We talked in hushed tones about the plays of the day--or the plays that weren't.
It was quite a day! Ugly losses by the Giants, Cowboys, Redskins, and Ravens dominated the discussions.
And then there was the terrible call by the umpire at the Yankees-Orioles game on Friday night to discuss. Like the Yankees really need second chances.
Work?
Well--some got done. Quite a lot actually, but adjusting to football season is going to take some time before we are fully hitting our stride again.
.
All of the guys seemed to be moving a bit slower. Very sedate. Something was wrong.
And then i realized the source of the slowness of thought and action: Football Hangover.
Yes, that was it. After a whole day of NFL Football, it seemed that all of the guys were totally fried. The emotional ups and downs if the day had drained them, and me.
We talked in hushed tones about the plays of the day--or the plays that weren't.
It was quite a day! Ugly losses by the Giants, Cowboys, Redskins, and Ravens dominated the discussions.
And then there was the terrible call by the umpire at the Yankees-Orioles game on Friday night to discuss. Like the Yankees really need second chances.
Work?
Well--some got done. Quite a lot actually, but adjusting to football season is going to take some time before we are fully hitting our stride again.
.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday Musings - September 20, 2010
1. Even notice how the moon sometimes is just there, lurking in the trees following you? I was at a birthday party last evening and there it was.
2. The pool temperature has fallen so low that it is too cold to swim in . But it is still relaxing to see and remember the summer of fun.
3. I considered this week how traveling in America has changed during the past twenty years--it just isn't fun anymore.
4. After watching or listening to the Yankee games this weekend, I wonder why umpires in MLB feel the need to give the Yankees one more chance--both A Rod (Friday night) and Jeter (Saturday night as first base) should have been out. The additional chances led to runs and wins.
5. There are two great parts about traveling: arriving at the destination and then coming home. Everything in between needs work.
6. Football is a fickle sport. Subject to the winds and the whims of the players and coaches.
7. Hockey season begins this week with pre-season games! Summer must be over.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Baseball Dream Crushed
With one swing on Friday night, my hopes for an Oriole victory over the Yankees were dashed.
It was a monstrous home run swatted by the Yankee slugger.
And the Yankees were down to their last strike when the blast happened.
But wait--there is more to the story.
With two outs, two men on and a 1 ball 2 strike count, the Orioles closer threw what appeared to the crowd to be strike three past A Rod. But no, it was called a ball.
Upon later review, both he and the Orioles pitcher knew it. The only one who didn't was the umpire who called ball two and allowed A Rod another swing to salvage the game for the Yankees.
A Rod accepted the bonus swing providing the crowd with a view of a monstrous 386 foot home run. Giving the Yankees a 4-3 lead which was preserved by their closer Mariano Rivera.
How quickly the fortunes of the game changed.
It gave new meaning to the phrase "it ain't over 'till it's over."
Despite losing though, it was exciting to watch the teams battle. Many of us get very wrapped up in the winning and the losing and forget that it is supposed to be only a game.
Entertainment even.
It was last night--a great game, which even in defeat I can accept that in sports, like in life--it matters more how you play the game rather than how you finished.
It was a monstrous home run swatted by the Yankee slugger.
And the Yankees were down to their last strike when the blast happened.
But wait--there is more to the story.
With two outs, two men on and a 1 ball 2 strike count, the Orioles closer threw what appeared to the crowd to be strike three past A Rod. But no, it was called a ball.
Upon later review, both he and the Orioles pitcher knew it. The only one who didn't was the umpire who called ball two and allowed A Rod another swing to salvage the game for the Yankees.
A Rod accepted the bonus swing providing the crowd with a view of a monstrous 386 foot home run. Giving the Yankees a 4-3 lead which was preserved by their closer Mariano Rivera.
How quickly the fortunes of the game changed.
It gave new meaning to the phrase "it ain't over 'till it's over."
Despite losing though, it was exciting to watch the teams battle. Many of us get very wrapped up in the winning and the losing and forget that it is supposed to be only a game.
Entertainment even.
It was last night--a great game, which even in defeat I can accept that in sports, like in life--it matters more how you play the game rather than how you finished.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
What Happens in the Local Airport after Midnight?
I have the opportunity, I guess more often than I would really like, to see first hand the answer to the title question.
The airport is Baltimore-Washington International Thurgood-Marshall Airport. Affectionately known as BWI.
I live 10 minutes from the airport. I have realized that because I live so close, when friends or family are arriving all they have to do is call me from the aircraft when the plane lands, as soon as they allow cell phones to be turned on, and I have plenty of time to get to them before they deplane and retrieve their bags. I usually check into the Cell Phone lot and await the call that the bags have been found and they are ready to depart.
It is really convenient.
But after midnight--the bustling place that during the day is BWI--with often 30 minute waits to make it through security, becomes a ghost town.
It is really weird to be walking through the deserted concourses.
And I was arriving on a scheduled flight just a bit early--not even late! And because I was on United (my favorite airline) I knew from listening in on the pilots communications that there were about three other flights arriving within a few minutes of us.
The people in the image are my fellow fliers who also rode United flight 168 from Denver to Baltimore.
For over three hours, we had been confined in a close space. Closer than friends. But once the cabin door was opened, all I saw of my flight mates was their backsides. Everyone was in a hurry, streaming past the closed and deserted shops to retrieve baggage and make their way home or to their true final destination.
I know some had a long trip.
I was lucky.
Withing 45 minutes of landing (not deplaning, but from when the wheels touched the runway) I was home.
I had passed through the ghostly empty airport.
I also got lucky on a shuttle ride to the parking lot. It is so rare when the shuttle pulls up just as I arrive at the pick-up point.
And the truck roared to life as I turned the key. It carried me home to complete the trip.
I hope everyone else who rode Flight 168 with me into the deserted BWI had a smooth trip.
It is good to be home--because after midnight at BWI, nothing happens.
The airport is Baltimore-Washington International Thurgood-Marshall Airport. Affectionately known as BWI.
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| BWI Concourse D after Midnight, September 17, 2010 |
I live 10 minutes from the airport. I have realized that because I live so close, when friends or family are arriving all they have to do is call me from the aircraft when the plane lands, as soon as they allow cell phones to be turned on, and I have plenty of time to get to them before they deplane and retrieve their bags. I usually check into the Cell Phone lot and await the call that the bags have been found and they are ready to depart.
It is really convenient.
But after midnight--the bustling place that during the day is BWI--with often 30 minute waits to make it through security, becomes a ghost town.
It is really weird to be walking through the deserted concourses.
And I was arriving on a scheduled flight just a bit early--not even late! And because I was on United (my favorite airline) I knew from listening in on the pilots communications that there were about three other flights arriving within a few minutes of us.
The people in the image are my fellow fliers who also rode United flight 168 from Denver to Baltimore.
For over three hours, we had been confined in a close space. Closer than friends. But once the cabin door was opened, all I saw of my flight mates was their backsides. Everyone was in a hurry, streaming past the closed and deserted shops to retrieve baggage and make their way home or to their true final destination.
I know some had a long trip.
I was lucky.
Withing 45 minutes of landing (not deplaning, but from when the wheels touched the runway) I was home.
I had passed through the ghostly empty airport.
I also got lucky on a shuttle ride to the parking lot. It is so rare when the shuttle pulls up just as I arrive at the pick-up point.
And the truck roared to life as I turned the key. It carried me home to complete the trip.
I hope everyone else who rode Flight 168 with me into the deserted BWI had a smooth trip.
It is good to be home--because after midnight at BWI, nothing happens.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Out the Hotel Window, Part 3
Well, scary enough, it was a three day trip to two cities so I have three parts it seems. I took one image every morning to see if I could find something different to see out of the windows.
Yesterday morning, I moved over to one side of the window, in the early pre-dawn light and off in the distance I could see the skyline of Denver.
It was so far away--
I zoomed my iPhone camera to the max setting and snapped a couple images hoping to get lucky.
Maybe I did--
But I learned that when looking out the hotel window, move around a bit. This awesome skyline shot was obscured form the center point of the window by the corner of the building--but by moving a bit to the right, I was able to change the blah view of the day before into something that is etched in my mind to remember.
All too often when I travel, I just leave the shades and curtains closed in my hotel room.
I'm too busy computing, or reading, dressing, or catching up on the news to notice what is happening outside.
I guess, I've changed.
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| Denver Skyline September 16, 2010 from Aurora Doubletree |
Yesterday morning, I moved over to one side of the window, in the early pre-dawn light and off in the distance I could see the skyline of Denver.
It was so far away--
I zoomed my iPhone camera to the max setting and snapped a couple images hoping to get lucky.
Maybe I did--
But I learned that when looking out the hotel window, move around a bit. This awesome skyline shot was obscured form the center point of the window by the corner of the building--but by moving a bit to the right, I was able to change the blah view of the day before into something that is etched in my mind to remember.
All too often when I travel, I just leave the shades and curtains closed in my hotel room.
I'm too busy computing, or reading, dressing, or catching up on the news to notice what is happening outside.
I guess, I've changed.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Out the Hotel Window, Part 2
Sometimes the view isn't what we would like it to be. Just the same old stuff that even in the dawn light really isn't that different or unique.
Even so, the color saturation of dawn is just beautiful.
Yes, I forgot to turn my lamp off so there is a reflection in the window.
But still--I have to admit, the view from here is far better than the view from my office window.
Oh, I forgot, my office does not have a window.
Ugh!
We should enjoy what we have and what we see. I was in an office earlier this week that had an unobstructed view of Pike's Peak!
Can you spell j-e-a-l-o-u-s?
Even so, the color saturation of dawn is just beautiful.
Yes, I forgot to turn my lamp off so there is a reflection in the window.
But still--I have to admit, the view from here is far better than the view from my office window.
Oh, I forgot, my office does not have a window.
Ugh!
We should enjoy what we have and what we see. I was in an office earlier this week that had an unobstructed view of Pike's Peak!
Can you spell j-e-a-l-o-u-s?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
The View is Awesome
Traveling reminds me that I sometimes love to take a moment to admire the view.
And the having a means to record what the eye sees is the close second to the views--even if it is not going to be an award winning image--it reminds me of the great things I see along the way.
I have seen some great things. My iPhone camera really helps me remember them.
Like this shot from yesterday.
Pike's Peak is the mountain that every spot in the city is designed to be able to see--and they can.
It was a bright day--with puffy clouds and a hot sun.
Wish you were here with me.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Out the Hotel Window
I often look out the windows of the hotels I stay in to see the area.
Usually, it is a pretty boring view--of the swimming pool or and expressway.
This morning though, from downtown Colorado Springs, I caught the sunlight and rays behind the buildings of the city.
I know if I had a better camera, I could actually capture the sunlight and the rays the same way that my eye see it--but alas, I don't.
But--I looked out at just the right time to see the sun's rays silhouetting the buildings--
Another day away from home. Although I'm in familiar territory, there is so to be amazed at like the first time all over again.
But the scene remains etched in my memory--just for a bit.
Perhaps it caught my imagination because I was on the second floor of the hotel--and not the eighth.
Who knows.
Ethan, Master Climber
To the top of the jungle gym!
Atop the world and to quite a line from a movie: "I'm the king of the world!"
He is getting to be so big.
I can't believe it.
And on this particular clear day, he could see forever from his vantage point.
I remember when he was afraid to climb up the jungle gym.
Now look at this daredevil.
Monday, September 13, 2010
History at O'Hare
Here in Chicago's O'Hare airport is an F4F-3 which saw fame in action during the Pacific Campaign defending the USS Lexington from land based Betty bombers. Lt O'Hare became an ace in shooting down five bombers from one of these aircraft and damaging a sixth.
He was decorated with the Medal of Honor for his actions.
And now you know
Monday Musings - September 13, 2010
1. Patriots Day--a sobering reminder that the world is not the place we would like it to be. The forces of darkness and evil are still out there waiting for us to slip up, become weak, or believe that they've gone away. They have not!
2. I have discovered a corollary to the phrase: "A watched pot never boils." It is: A watched clock never ticks!
3. Owing no one anything other than to love them is really hard sometimes.
4. Despite what some would like to believe--the world is not a safe place outside the borders of the US.
5. Sometimes it is hard to do what is right or to say what is right; especially when it is unpopular.
6. Zealot. What is a zealot? Someone who believes more strongly than you do.
7. Quote of the day: "I figure the faster I pedal, the faster I can retire." Lance Armstrong
8. Rain finally broke the 19 straight days of sunny skies and the ground just drank it up. I don't think there was any runoff.
9. Traveling in America today really is a pain.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Going to the Dogs
So how did I spend the first Sunday of football season?
Well watching the Red Zone channel and serving as a warm lap for two dogs.
Makayla is pretty obvious in the front. But look to the right and behind Makayla and there is Florence my daughters Italian greyhound.
At least I'm good for a warm lap.
Summer Gardens
Summer gardens are the toughest it seems.
Springtime gardens are the easiest--there are all kinds of bulbs and flowers we expect to see in the springtime, but summer--well. the gardens take a beating and it is tough to work the blooms out so that something is blooming all of the time.
I especially enjoy the impatiens. Especially this years sine the ones pictured here were not planted by us--they came back after the winter and are now blooming merrily in the garden.
We have installed an auutomatic watering system to help keep these plants happy through the dry days of summer--and it apepars they are pretty happy. The hydrangea seems to have adapted to its location, although, if I were brave enough to take a picture of it, it would be clear that the hostas at the other end of the garden are getting too much sun and not enough water. Our watering system does nto reach them.
The joys of gardening--and springtime digging and moving plants from one location to another.
Gardens--they give us something to do and then enjoy. Our work and planning coupled with water, sun equals enjoyment.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Morning Glory on the Porch
They seem to be everywhere this season.
Some call them pests--but I enjoy their morning blooms.
The blooms are vibrant in the morning and most mornings I depart before they open to brighten the day.
Sadly, because we decided to let the vines run wild this year and they are adorning our porch with color and green.
Are they out of control? Probably--but who cares. When they die I will pull their dead vines off of everything and get ready for next springtime.
But I do enjoy the blue blooms that are so vibrant in the morning.
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