Since most of the spring training games are afternoon games, they were just a bit early.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Birds Waiting for the Game
Since most of the spring training games are afternoon games, they were just a bit early.
Siesta Key beach
I'm here with a couple thousand of my new best friends on the Siesta Key beach.
Baking in the sun.
The water temperature is a chilly 69 degrees though.
Out the Hotel Window in Sarasota
The green-ness is everywhere and I was constantly asking myself the question: I don't live here full-time, why?
While the scene out the hotel is not much to look at, the blue sky and green grass more than makes up for it.
Spring training may become an annual event at this rate.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Out the airplane window
What a time we live in and we don't even appreciate the speed we can move and the places we can go with just a small bit of work.
I know it is a 18 or so hour trip by car. Think about riding a horse or in a wagon. Weeks.
And still I'm not moving fast enough it seems.
Accidents, Fear, and Knee Jerk Reactions
We knew it was going to happen again.
Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, and now in Japan--Fukushima.
Accidents where we learned of the inherent dangers of nuclear power and thought we could do better. Each one has its own story and, for many of us, remembering Three Mile Island and Chernobyl brings back the fears of the world as they were occurring.
An article in the Christian Science Monitor is already accusing the Japanese Government of lax oversight. Like that is going to make a difference right now.
Countries around the world are examining their nuclear power, which a good thing; but let's not condemn the entire system, yet. We still need to learn more--but apparently the community has gotten complacent. But to turn off the nuclear plants does not make the problem go away.
We do not stop mining coal when mines collapse. We didn't stop drilling for oil in the wake of the BP sponsored oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico last year.
Similarly, since shutting down the plants does not make the problem go away--we should not stop producing electricity using nuclear fuel. We need to devote more research to making the process safer and thinking about the "what ifs" that are out there when dealing with a natural disaster. I'm still amazed that no one thought about an earthquake followed by a tsunami and the need to have on site power to keep the pumps circulation coolant. But that's just me looking in hindsight.
And while I'm at it--the finger pointing that the Christian Science Monitor is reporting doesn't help. There will be plenty of time for finger pointing later--and there will be a lot of it because I'm sure there is a lot of blame to go around.
Right now--let's not waste brainpower trying to determine blame--let's solve the problem at hand. Then point fingers and begin planning to correct deficiencies to preserve the future around the world.
Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, and now in Japan--Fukushima.
Accidents where we learned of the inherent dangers of nuclear power and thought we could do better. Each one has its own story and, for many of us, remembering Three Mile Island and Chernobyl brings back the fears of the world as they were occurring.
An article in the Christian Science Monitor is already accusing the Japanese Government of lax oversight. Like that is going to make a difference right now.
Countries around the world are examining their nuclear power, which a good thing; but let's not condemn the entire system, yet. We still need to learn more--but apparently the community has gotten complacent. But to turn off the nuclear plants does not make the problem go away.
We do not stop mining coal when mines collapse. We didn't stop drilling for oil in the wake of the BP sponsored oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico last year.
Similarly, since shutting down the plants does not make the problem go away--we should not stop producing electricity using nuclear fuel. We need to devote more research to making the process safer and thinking about the "what ifs" that are out there when dealing with a natural disaster. I'm still amazed that no one thought about an earthquake followed by a tsunami and the need to have on site power to keep the pumps circulation coolant. But that's just me looking in hindsight.
And while I'm at it--the finger pointing that the Christian Science Monitor is reporting doesn't help. There will be plenty of time for finger pointing later--and there will be a lot of it because I'm sure there is a lot of blame to go around.
Right now--let's not waste brainpower trying to determine blame--let's solve the problem at hand. Then point fingers and begin planning to correct deficiencies to preserve the future around the world.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Zero Tolerance is for Computers
Today's blog follows up on a post I made a week or so ago about the basketball player at BYU. I was reading my recent issue of Time Magazine the other evening and ran across a well written editorial by Nancy Gibbs titled: Zero Tolerance, Zero Sense.
I urge you to take a minute to read the editorial because I believe that she points out some real inequities that are appearing in our society as we become more and more unable to apply common sense to everyday situations and wind up ruining lives, like the high school career with a promising student: "A Florida honor student faced felony charges when a dinner knife — not a steak knife or a butcher knife — was found on the floor of her car, which she had parked at school. "A weapon is a weapon is a weapon," the principal said."
It is the inability to determine both intent and discern the difference between a knife intended for killing and spreading butter which makes these types of things happen. It is the same as letting a computer make life decisions for us--without any quality of humanity or mercy. It is easier that way, but it ignores what makes us humans and not machines.
And at the heart of it all is the battle cry of: Zero Tolerance.
Really?
Yes. And the cost? Destroyed lives. The Time article also highlights a 15-year old young man who made a big mistake, admitted it, and then as a result of the consequences of his actions and the lack of mercy shown by the system became so despondent that he killed himself. And who lost? We did because we are deprived from knowing this really special young man.
As a parent, I am appalled. As a grandparent, I am afraid for my grandchildren. As I man, I know this is wrong.
I was reminded of a story in the bible as I read this article. You probably know of it--John 8:3-11 about the young woman caught in the act of adultery. (Of course I have always wondered where the guy was in this incident). The law was very clear on the penalty for adultery--death. And Jesus knew this. It was an open and shut case and in our present day world of zero tolerance a very different ending to the episode would have happened. Jesus did not dispute the law and the penalty--but his words smack at the very heart of zero tolerance: “Whoever among you is guiltless may be the first to throw a stone at her.” John 8:7b - NET Bible.
No one could stand up under this requirement--except for the one who spoke the words. All the assembled people who were calling for her to be killed according to the law, departed without throwing a stone at her. And his final words to her were very simple: And Jesus said, “I do not condemn you either. Go, and from now on do not sin any more.” John 8:11b - NET Bible.
The next to last paragraph of the article in Time really spoke to me:
"Making distinctions is part of learning. So is making mistakes. When authorities confuse intent and accident, when rules are seen as more sacred than sense, when a contrite first-time offender is treated no differently from a serial classroom menace, we teach children that authority is deaf and dumb, that there is no judgment in justice. It undermines respect for discipline at a stage when we want kids to internalize it."
More is learned from mercy than can ever be obtained from vengeance or the mindless application of zero tolerance.
Who among us has not shown bad judgement or sinned? Show mercy to others because we certainly cannot throw the first stone.
I urge you to take a minute to read the editorial because I believe that she points out some real inequities that are appearing in our society as we become more and more unable to apply common sense to everyday situations and wind up ruining lives, like the high school career with a promising student: "A Florida honor student faced felony charges when a dinner knife — not a steak knife or a butcher knife — was found on the floor of her car, which she had parked at school. "A weapon is a weapon is a weapon," the principal said."
It is the inability to determine both intent and discern the difference between a knife intended for killing and spreading butter which makes these types of things happen. It is the same as letting a computer make life decisions for us--without any quality of humanity or mercy. It is easier that way, but it ignores what makes us humans and not machines.
And at the heart of it all is the battle cry of: Zero Tolerance.
Really?
Yes. And the cost? Destroyed lives. The Time article also highlights a 15-year old young man who made a big mistake, admitted it, and then as a result of the consequences of his actions and the lack of mercy shown by the system became so despondent that he killed himself. And who lost? We did because we are deprived from knowing this really special young man.
As a parent, I am appalled. As a grandparent, I am afraid for my grandchildren. As I man, I know this is wrong.
I was reminded of a story in the bible as I read this article. You probably know of it--John 8:3-11 about the young woman caught in the act of adultery. (Of course I have always wondered where the guy was in this incident). The law was very clear on the penalty for adultery--death. And Jesus knew this. It was an open and shut case and in our present day world of zero tolerance a very different ending to the episode would have happened. Jesus did not dispute the law and the penalty--but his words smack at the very heart of zero tolerance: “Whoever among you is guiltless may be the first to throw a stone at her.” John 8:7b - NET Bible.
No one could stand up under this requirement--except for the one who spoke the words. All the assembled people who were calling for her to be killed according to the law, departed without throwing a stone at her. And his final words to her were very simple: And Jesus said, “I do not condemn you either. Go, and from now on do not sin any more.” John 8:11b - NET Bible.
The next to last paragraph of the article in Time really spoke to me:
"Making distinctions is part of learning. So is making mistakes. When authorities confuse intent and accident, when rules are seen as more sacred than sense, when a contrite first-time offender is treated no differently from a serial classroom menace, we teach children that authority is deaf and dumb, that there is no judgment in justice. It undermines respect for discipline at a stage when we want kids to internalize it."
More is learned from mercy than can ever be obtained from vengeance or the mindless application of zero tolerance.
Who among us has not shown bad judgement or sinned? Show mercy to others because we certainly cannot throw the first stone.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Humor: When it really isn't funny!
I'm a big fan of political humor. In "olden times" it was used to highlight things which were happening socially and politically which needed to be addressed, but couldn't; and so the hidden meanings were critical.
A Malaysian newspaper has published a cartoon about the Tsunami which I find tasteless--as did many others who saw it.
Some things just shouldn't be joked about.
The article in the San Francisco Chronicle says it all and helps explain the charicature:
Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2011/03/13/international/i210532D07.DTL#ixzz1GbPE5mG0
Some things just aren't funny. And I am left to wonder what they really meant.
A Malaysian newspaper has published a cartoon about the Tsunami which I find tasteless--as did many others who saw it.
Some things just shouldn't be joked about.
The article in the San Francisco Chronicle says it all and helps explain the charicature:
"A Malaysian newspaper has apologized for printing a caricature of Japanese cartoon superhero Ultraman comically trying to outrun a tsunami.
Malaysians reacted with a tirade of anger after the Malay-language Berita Harian daily newspaper published the cartoon Sunday. Critics vented on Twitter and Facebook and some called for a boycott of the paper.
The apology issued on the paper's website and on social newtworking sites said Berita Harian had "no intention of poking fun" at the disastrous earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan on Friday.
The newspaper expressed sympathy and said it shared "the sorrow of the Japanese people.""
Malaysians reacted with a tirade of anger after the Malay-language Berita Harian daily newspaper published the cartoon Sunday. Critics vented on Twitter and Facebook and some called for a boycott of the paper.
The apology issued on the paper's website and on social newtworking sites said Berita Harian had "no intention of poking fun" at the disastrous earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan on Friday.
The newspaper expressed sympathy and said it shared "the sorrow of the Japanese people.""
Read more: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2011/03/13/international/i210532D07.DTL#ixzz1GbPE5mG0
Some things just aren't funny. And I am left to wonder what they really meant.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Monday Musings - March 14, 2011
1. Tomorrow is one of the most famous days in infamy-- The Ides of March. "Et tu, Brute?" I found it interesting that technically only the months of March, May, July, and October have the ides falling on the 15th; during all of the other months the ides falls on the 13th. Go figure.
2. My thoughts and prayers this morning are again with the Japanese people as they struggle to recover from the devastation caused by the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear reactor partial meltdowns.
3. How about the Big East placing 11 teams in the March Madness NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament? And Syracuse got its expected 3-seed. I hope they play better than they did in the Big East Tournament--although they did lose to the eventual champion.
4. And here is a tribute to capitalism: Price of preemie-preventing drug to skyrocket: Who will pay? It seems that once a company won exclusive rights to make the drug in the U.S., the price per shot went from $20 to $1500. Way to go! And who is going to pay? Well, we are of course.
5. We were blessed with an exceptionally pleasant weekend, weather-wise. It was nice to be outside in the warm sun working around to house or even being in Washington, DC as Chris and I were for Saturday afternoon. We checked out the National Portrait Gallery and wandered around F Street for most of the afternoon.
6. I'm running a bit slow this morning--the first weekday morning after daylight savings time occurred this year. Ugh--I couldn't believe it when the alarm clock went off. I just wanted to hunker down deeper into the bed and resume sleeping.
7. Just a note for everyone out there--I hate tax season. Why don't I qualify for a bailout? Oh yeah, I'm the consumer that everyone is out to gouge.
8. And speaking of taxes--did you ever consider the psychology of the process when it comes to taxes? People seem to be singularly focused on whether they get a refund or not? They forget to look at the real line--the total amount of tax due before we offset it against the amount of taxes withheld. And when the federal tax bite is added to the state tax bite AND don't forget to throw in property tax if you own your own home--anyway, I coulda bought a new car last year--and not a cheapie, either. But I'm sure someone in Congress or Annapolis thinks I should be paying more.
2. My thoughts and prayers this morning are again with the Japanese people as they struggle to recover from the devastation caused by the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear reactor partial meltdowns.
3. How about the Big East placing 11 teams in the March Madness NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament? And Syracuse got its expected 3-seed. I hope they play better than they did in the Big East Tournament--although they did lose to the eventual champion.
4. And here is a tribute to capitalism: Price of preemie-preventing drug to skyrocket: Who will pay? It seems that once a company won exclusive rights to make the drug in the U.S., the price per shot went from $20 to $1500. Way to go! And who is going to pay? Well, we are of course.
5. We were blessed with an exceptionally pleasant weekend, weather-wise. It was nice to be outside in the warm sun working around to house or even being in Washington, DC as Chris and I were for Saturday afternoon. We checked out the National Portrait Gallery and wandered around F Street for most of the afternoon.
6. I'm running a bit slow this morning--the first weekday morning after daylight savings time occurred this year. Ugh--I couldn't believe it when the alarm clock went off. I just wanted to hunker down deeper into the bed and resume sleeping.
7. Just a note for everyone out there--I hate tax season. Why don't I qualify for a bailout? Oh yeah, I'm the consumer that everyone is out to gouge.
8. And speaking of taxes--did you ever consider the psychology of the process when it comes to taxes? People seem to be singularly focused on whether they get a refund or not? They forget to look at the real line--the total amount of tax due before we offset it against the amount of taxes withheld. And when the federal tax bite is added to the state tax bite AND don't forget to throw in property tax if you own your own home--anyway, I coulda bought a new car last year--and not a cheapie, either. But I'm sure someone in Congress or Annapolis thinks I should be paying more.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Daylight is being Saved
Yesterday was another sign of Springtime. I noticed the trees full with budding leaves and flowers beginning to bloom.
Last evening as we walked Makayla and Chewie we heard the peepers singing in the not so cold evening.
Allergies are blossoming with the budding trees and flowers. But it is a sign that even with one week remaining, winter's grip is slackening and the world is bursting to life after the dark and cold.
Spring officially begins next Sunday but despite the slowness of the calendar, it is already fully underway.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Tsunami, Earthquake and Japan
I spent most of yesterday appalled by the destruction in Japan from the earthquake and resulting tsunami.
My prayers and thoughts are with the people of Japan as they begin to try to recover from the disaster and bury their dead.
It reminds me how quickly life can change from the routine of the day to terror and disaster. One minute, shopping for a meal at the well stocked grocery store; the next, clawing for life from amid the rubble caused by an earthquake.
I saw the news reports of the wall of water sweeping over the countryside carrying buildings, vehicles, and probably people into the oblivion of destruction. I couldn't stop watching it everytime it was played on TV. It reminded me how fragile the creations of man are when compared against the great forces of nature.
Pray for the people there--who were just going about living until life abruptly changed. Send aid when you can.
My prayers and thoughts are with the people of Japan as they begin to try to recover from the disaster and bury their dead.
It reminds me how quickly life can change from the routine of the day to terror and disaster. One minute, shopping for a meal at the well stocked grocery store; the next, clawing for life from amid the rubble caused by an earthquake.
I saw the news reports of the wall of water sweeping over the countryside carrying buildings, vehicles, and probably people into the oblivion of destruction. I couldn't stop watching it everytime it was played on TV. It reminded me how fragile the creations of man are when compared against the great forces of nature.
Pray for the people there--who were just going about living until life abruptly changed. Send aid when you can.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Grand Lady of Space Set to Retire
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| Discovery Landing March 9, 2011 |
An era ends.
The ABC news story summarizes it pretty well--but being the space head that I am, it still makes me sad that as a country we have so terribly lost our way and mortgaged our future that we cannot continue to lead the discovery of space which has already returned so many benefits to us.
And so, by way of celebrating an era and a good ship, here forom the news item is a summary of some of Discovery's accomplishments:
"Discovery flew both return-to-flight missions after its sister ships, Challenger and Columbia, were lost. It launched the Hubble Space Telescope. It carried John Glenn, one of America's first space pioneers, on his sentimental return to space in 1998. It assembled the first components of the International Space Station. It has flown more times than any other spaceship in history."
And as I stand under the cloudless night sky and gaze at the points of light that are the stars and the constellations, I continue to wonder if God put them there to taunt us with their distance and difficulty, or to challenge us to praise Him for his magnificance.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Reflecting Daylight Savings Time
With the gloom and storms of the morning promising up to three inches of rain, I was fondly remembering Tuesday morning's blue skies and bright sun which greeted me as I exited the club after my racquetball match.
I was astounded at the clarity of the sky--in the cold dawn light, but I also noted that it was light. The sun (by almost 7 am, had cleared the horizon and was beaming brightly into my eyes.
It was a stunning scene as I drove from the club to work. I knew the sun would be burning into my eyes as I merged onto the already too full expressway which is Maryland Route 32 during the morning rush. But, I was looking forward to it. Next week daylight savings time resets the morning clocks by an hour and I will not enjoy the morning sun in my eyes again until May.
Yes, yes, I know I will be enjoying the sun longer into the evening and that I won't be grilling dinner by my grill light, but still; being a morning person I enjoy the dawn and the sunlight in the morning , too.
I love the smell of the day breaking over the still slumbering world. Wet with dew and filled with the sound of the birds waking with the dawn.
I enjoy driving to work with the headlights off and the sun cheering my soul as I begin another day of activities. Some days, I even drive to work with the top down on my car, just because I can.
And so, with the raindrops beating against the window panes, I return to the reality of now and prepare for my day. Not nearly as cheery as I was on Tuesday--but hopeful that the rains will not be nearly as fierce nor as drowning as they could be.
I was astounded at the clarity of the sky--in the cold dawn light, but I also noted that it was light. The sun (by almost 7 am, had cleared the horizon and was beaming brightly into my eyes.
It was a stunning scene as I drove from the club to work. I knew the sun would be burning into my eyes as I merged onto the already too full expressway which is Maryland Route 32 during the morning rush. But, I was looking forward to it. Next week daylight savings time resets the morning clocks by an hour and I will not enjoy the morning sun in my eyes again until May.
Yes, yes, I know I will be enjoying the sun longer into the evening and that I won't be grilling dinner by my grill light, but still; being a morning person I enjoy the dawn and the sunlight in the morning , too.
I love the smell of the day breaking over the still slumbering world. Wet with dew and filled with the sound of the birds waking with the dawn.
I enjoy driving to work with the headlights off and the sun cheering my soul as I begin another day of activities. Some days, I even drive to work with the top down on my car, just because I can.
And so, with the raindrops beating against the window panes, I return to the reality of now and prepare for my day. Not nearly as cheery as I was on Tuesday--but hopeful that the rains will not be nearly as fierce nor as drowning as they could be.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Really? This Much Press for a Bad Boy Actor?
The Charlie Sheen situation has finally driven me to the edge of my patience.
I am tired of hearing on the news about this spoiled, rich, self-appointed Adonis actor who has an untreated drug problem and currently is getting more press than the war in Libya that is driving our gas prices into the stratosphere.
There!
He got fired for being an embarrassment. An embarrassment to himself, his family, the people who employed him and to humanity.
People lost their jobs and now the people who were trying to work with him and protected him for a long time are being vilified.
It is all very sick.
The news has been transformed again from what is happening in the world, to what sells. And actors being bad, sells.
One college newspaper tells the story as follows:
"Pot, cocaine, heroine, crack and meth don't seem to be doing it for the average drug-user anymore. Always looking for the newest and greatest, a new drug has just hit the scene and seems to be the only drug of choice these days.
The drug is called Charlie Sheen. It can be snorted, smoked or injected intravenously. It has become extremely popular among high school and college students and is now the most common drug at UCCS.
When on the drug, students have described a feeling of "winning." The effects of Charlie Sheen resemble the symptoms of bipolar disorder. As such, users experience extreme bouts of winning on either end of the spectrum. It also renders users capable of curing diseases with their brains."
The whole Charlie Sheen 15 minutes of fame needs to run its course and be done and fade into a distant memory and be forgotten.
I am tired of hearing on the news about this spoiled, rich, self-appointed Adonis actor who has an untreated drug problem and currently is getting more press than the war in Libya that is driving our gas prices into the stratosphere.
There!
He got fired for being an embarrassment. An embarrassment to himself, his family, the people who employed him and to humanity.
People lost their jobs and now the people who were trying to work with him and protected him for a long time are being vilified.
It is all very sick.
The news has been transformed again from what is happening in the world, to what sells. And actors being bad, sells.
One college newspaper tells the story as follows:
"Pot, cocaine, heroine, crack and meth don't seem to be doing it for the average drug-user anymore. Always looking for the newest and greatest, a new drug has just hit the scene and seems to be the only drug of choice these days.
The drug is called Charlie Sheen. It can be snorted, smoked or injected intravenously. It has become extremely popular among high school and college students and is now the most common drug at UCCS.
When on the drug, students have described a feeling of "winning." The effects of Charlie Sheen resemble the symptoms of bipolar disorder. As such, users experience extreme bouts of winning on either end of the spectrum. It also renders users capable of curing diseases with their brains."
The whole Charlie Sheen 15 minutes of fame needs to run its course and be done and fade into a distant memory and be forgotten.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Spring Training Excitement
I guess upstate NY got hammered by snow this weekend and I'm thinking about being at Spring Training. In less than two weeks, I am heading off to Sarasota to view two games and get really ready and into a baseball state of mind. (Yes, that is Florida with a capital "F")
I was watching the Orioles play the Yankees in my first televised Orioles game of the season from Spring Training last night.
I was looking over the stadium intently--and it looks very intimate. They set an attendance record with just over 8,000 people. Sadly, the game ended in a tie--a 0-0 tie. But is was baseball and the Yankees didn't win!
Ties are allowed during Spring Training which makes the game interesting.
I could almost imagine the smell of the sultry warmth of the west coast of Florida in the evening and the smell of the grass of the stadium, and maybe even some flying bugs just to make things interesting.
It has to be better than getting into Kitty last night to go to men's group only to find the battery dead because it has been almost a month since I drove the car. Very frustrating. I just need to drive the beast a bit more. Ugh.
I also heard the dreaded "S" word used in the weather forecast for the weekend. No accumulation, just flurries. I am still hoping that the season is going to change over soon and we will begin seeing temperatures sustained in the 60's and above.
It is almost here--I can feel it.
I was watching the Orioles play the Yankees in my first televised Orioles game of the season from Spring Training last night.
I was looking over the stadium intently--and it looks very intimate. They set an attendance record with just over 8,000 people. Sadly, the game ended in a tie--a 0-0 tie. But is was baseball and the Yankees didn't win!
Ties are allowed during Spring Training which makes the game interesting.
I could almost imagine the smell of the sultry warmth of the west coast of Florida in the evening and the smell of the grass of the stadium, and maybe even some flying bugs just to make things interesting.
It has to be better than getting into Kitty last night to go to men's group only to find the battery dead because it has been almost a month since I drove the car. Very frustrating. I just need to drive the beast a bit more. Ugh.
I also heard the dreaded "S" word used in the weather forecast for the weekend. No accumulation, just flurries. I am still hoping that the season is going to change over soon and we will begin seeing temperatures sustained in the 60's and above.
It is almost here--I can feel it.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday Musings - March 7, 2011
1. March is already a week old? What happened to February, did we lose it somewhere in a snowstorm?
2. The rains of this past weekend should really get off to a great start. Coupled with the moderate temperatures we should be mowing in a few weeks.
3. Paul Zukerman writes an interesting and thought provoking article titled: "Why Evangelicals Hate Jesus." Take a read--it caused me to pause for a moment and think.
4. Did you read the one about the college basketball player attending BYU who, when asked, admitted to having premarital sex with his girlfriend? He was suspended from the basketball team just before the conference tournament and may be kicked out of school for an honor code violation. My question--OK, yeah he did it and admitted to it. And being suspended from the team is the right thing to do, but there needs to be some mercy here too--we all sin, daily. Perhaps we are just lucky enough not to be breaking BYU's honor code when we do it.
5. Spring training continues to be exciting, and although the O's lost their second game, they do seem to be playing very well and lots of promises seem to be being fulfilled.
6. I watched most all of the four Indiana Jones movies this weekend, as they were playing back-to-back-to-back-to-back on one channel and it was raining all day Sunday. I'm not sure if I'm proud of this ultimate couch potato achievement or not. Although, I did ride almost six miles on our exercise bicycle to compensate (I was watching one of the movies as I rode). I think I need a new hat, lol.
7. Here's a thought--I like rain a whole lot more than snow! We received over an inch of rain this weekend--that translates into about 8-10 inches of snow. Any questions? Sorry to my family in upstate NY--you should have taken a short trip for the weekend to avoid the white stuff.
8. As we were driving on Saturday, I noticed crocus and snow drops were blooming on some of the yards in the neighborhood.
9. The birthday party for Jax on Saturday, was also attended by four of the family's dogs--I forgot to mention that Makayla and Chewbacca also were in attendance.
2. The rains of this past weekend should really get off to a great start. Coupled with the moderate temperatures we should be mowing in a few weeks.
3. Paul Zukerman writes an interesting and thought provoking article titled: "Why Evangelicals Hate Jesus." Take a read--it caused me to pause for a moment and think.
4. Did you read the one about the college basketball player attending BYU who, when asked, admitted to having premarital sex with his girlfriend? He was suspended from the basketball team just before the conference tournament and may be kicked out of school for an honor code violation. My question--OK, yeah he did it and admitted to it. And being suspended from the team is the right thing to do, but there needs to be some mercy here too--we all sin, daily. Perhaps we are just lucky enough not to be breaking BYU's honor code when we do it.
5. Spring training continues to be exciting, and although the O's lost their second game, they do seem to be playing very well and lots of promises seem to be being fulfilled.
6. I watched most all of the four Indiana Jones movies this weekend, as they were playing back-to-back-to-back-to-back on one channel and it was raining all day Sunday. I'm not sure if I'm proud of this ultimate couch potato achievement or not. Although, I did ride almost six miles on our exercise bicycle to compensate (I was watching one of the movies as I rode). I think I need a new hat, lol.
7. Here's a thought--I like rain a whole lot more than snow! We received over an inch of rain this weekend--that translates into about 8-10 inches of snow. Any questions? Sorry to my family in upstate NY--you should have taken a short trip for the weekend to avoid the white stuff.
8. As we were driving on Saturday, I noticed crocus and snow drops were blooming on some of the yards in the neighborhood.
9. The birthday party for Jax on Saturday, was also attended by four of the family's dogs--I forgot to mention that Makayla and Chewbacca also were in attendance.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Celebrations Went on and On
Jax had a great birthday--from all indications.
It started early and continued into the night as family and friends celebrated the special guy's birthday and the completion of his third year on the planet.
We began as a group at the Discovery Zone with Lucas and his family and spend a fun filled--but at times tense couple of hours. Some of our group forgot the most important thing about group activities--stay in sight and so there was an all out search for one of the guys which ended happily. It was good practice for Disney World which may happen sooner than later it appears.
The actual party was a masterpiece--decorations were themed for Scooby-Doo, Jax's favorite character and an adventure created by Tina and Patrick highlighted the afternoon as the kids searched for clues to discover ,Who stole Jax's presents--complete with ghosts and twists and turns.
The kids had as much fun as the adults did watching them find the presents.
We even enjoyed some comic relief as we rounded up some escapees--the dogs decided to go for a stroll.
A great day of fun and celebration.
Happy birthday Jackson.
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| Blowing Out the Candles |
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| Jeremy, Nicole and Luke at Discovery Zone |
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| Grandma and Luke |
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| On an Adventure in Egypt |
We began as a group at the Discovery Zone with Lucas and his family and spend a fun filled--but at times tense couple of hours. Some of our group forgot the most important thing about group activities--stay in sight and so there was an all out search for one of the guys which ended happily. It was good practice for Disney World which may happen sooner than later it appears.
The actual party was a masterpiece--decorations were themed for Scooby-Doo, Jax's favorite character and an adventure created by Tina and Patrick highlighted the afternoon as the kids searched for clues to discover ,Who stole Jax's presents--complete with ghosts and twists and turns.
The kids had as much fun as the adults did watching them find the presents.
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| Scooby Cake |
A great day of fun and celebration.
Happy birthday Jackson.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Jax Turns 3
Jax, the miracle baby turns three today!
What a ride it has been with this dynamic kid.
But mostly--he remains the miracle baby with the straight line of a faint scar on his chest--to remind us all that he is truly a special child of God. And one upon whom many prayers have been said and blessings given.
The coolest thing happened after church last Sunday. Jax and Ethan met in the hallway surrounded by throngs of people--among them Jeremy, Nicole, Lucas, Mike, Nicole, Chris, and me. But when Jax found Ethan--for whom he had been seeking among all of the people there was the most awesome expression of love I have seen in a long time. A true, unabashed hug of two brothers who, thought they can fight like enemies, truly love each other and look out for each other. I call them, the Haslup Boys.
Happy Birthday Jax--and may you always be blessed more than you realize.
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| Jax |
He has developed and grown so much during this past year it is hard to express it all.
But mostly--he remains the miracle baby with the straight line of a faint scar on his chest--to remind us all that he is truly a special child of God. And one upon whom many prayers have been said and blessings given.Happy Birthday Jax--and may you always be blessed more than you realize.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Congressional Reprieve--A Sad Commentary on America
A couple of days ago, Congress passed another continuing resolution. I believe most people in America barely blinked an eye at the passing of the CRA, as it is called.
However, passing the CRA is significant. It allows the government to continue functioning--at least for another two weeks. This year's budget battles represents everything that needs to be fixed in our system.
The government is working without an approved budget. Congress is supposed to approve a budget and forward it to the President for signature and execution. Sadly, neither the Democratic controlled congress (before January, nor the newly divided congress seems to know how to get through this process.
Here is the rub--the new fiscal year began on October 1, 2010--over five months ago. People forget that if the formerly fully Democratic-controlled Congress had done its job, we would not be in the position of playing partisan politics with the newly Republican-controlled House squared off against the Democratic-controlled Senate and the President. But, alas, they didn't take their responsibilities seriously enough to put the work and functioning of this great nation ahead of personal politicking.
What is the impact? Inefficiency! In the end there is going to be a huge amount of waste, ineffectively spent fiscal funding, and maybe even a total governmental breakdown.
Article 1 Section 8 of the Constitution begins to define the powers of Congress as follows:
The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defence and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States;
As this is the first of about 17 statements regarding what the congress is supposed to be doing, I would surmise that it is fairly important. Without a budget, none of the items listed can be accomplished. Congress is so focused upon internal politics that they are failing to accomplish their Constitutionally mandated mission.
Write your senators and representatives and remind them to get back to work governing this great land and providing "for the common defense and general welfare of the United States."
Whose fault is it?
It does not matter--they all are at fault.
However, passing the CRA is significant. It allows the government to continue functioning--at least for another two weeks. This year's budget battles represents everything that needs to be fixed in our system.
The government is working without an approved budget. Congress is supposed to approve a budget and forward it to the President for signature and execution. Sadly, neither the Democratic controlled congress (before January, nor the newly divided congress seems to know how to get through this process.
Here is the rub--the new fiscal year began on October 1, 2010--over five months ago. People forget that if the formerly fully Democratic-controlled Congress had done its job, we would not be in the position of playing partisan politics with the newly Republican-controlled House squared off against the Democratic-controlled Senate and the President. But, alas, they didn't take their responsibilities seriously enough to put the work and functioning of this great nation ahead of personal politicking.
What is the impact? Inefficiency! In the end there is going to be a huge amount of waste, ineffectively spent fiscal funding, and maybe even a total governmental breakdown.
Article 1 Section 8 of the Constitution begins to define the powers of Congress as follows:
The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defence and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States;
As this is the first of about 17 statements regarding what the congress is supposed to be doing, I would surmise that it is fairly important. Without a budget, none of the items listed can be accomplished. Congress is so focused upon internal politics that they are failing to accomplish their Constitutionally mandated mission.
Write your senators and representatives and remind them to get back to work governing this great land and providing "for the common defense and general welfare of the United States."
Whose fault is it?
It does not matter--they all are at fault.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Tulips on the Table
In all of the longing for Springtime and along with the outside work, we decided to rush things a bit last weekend.
Wanting some flowers to grace the table, we bought tulips--not a bundle of tulip blooms, but a container of forced tulip bulbs so that we can plant them and enjoy them in the gardens next Springtime.
I thought it was a really great idea because after the blooms are gone we don't just throw the stems away, no we have to do work and plant the bulbs and stems in the gardens--but hopefully they will bloom next year.
I say hopefully because we have a problem here with tulip bulbs.
Squirrels.
They seem to love tulip bulbs and so of the many hundreds we have planted, only a few remain. The daffodils and the hyacinths are not apparently on the menu--but tulip bulbs seem to be a squirrel delicacy.
But no matter--we will continue to plant the bulbs for even a single season of enjoyment--because tulips are one of the classic Springtime flowers and these days they come in so many variations.
I remember when it they came in two colors red or yellow with one type of bloom. But now they appear in all of the colors of the rainbow--including green, and have multiple bloom styles from traditional, to double and parrot and who knows what else.
For now though--as our temperatures are dropping back into the low 40's, they provide that visual clue that says: don't despair, Springtime is coming,
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| Tulips on the Table |
I thought it was a really great idea because after the blooms are gone we don't just throw the stems away, no we have to do work and plant the bulbs and stems in the gardens--but hopefully they will bloom next year.
I say hopefully because we have a problem here with tulip bulbs.
Squirrels.
They seem to love tulip bulbs and so of the many hundreds we have planted, only a few remain. The daffodils and the hyacinths are not apparently on the menu--but tulip bulbs seem to be a squirrel delicacy.
But no matter--we will continue to plant the bulbs for even a single season of enjoyment--because tulips are one of the classic Springtime flowers and these days they come in so many variations.
I remember when it they came in two colors red or yellow with one type of bloom. But now they appear in all of the colors of the rainbow--including green, and have multiple bloom styles from traditional, to double and parrot and who knows what else.
For now though--as our temperatures are dropping back into the low 40's, they provide that visual clue that says: don't despair, Springtime is coming,
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Out the Hotel Window - Denver in March
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| Looking into the Morning light |
But then, yesterday morning, I looked out my window after talking to Chris on the phone and was treated to that fire in the sky kind of sunrise that just makes me go: aha!
I was awesome. And then I saw the moon and a star over one of the buildings near to my hotel.
Yeah, the images are grainy--what did I expect from my iPhone. But I captured a memory. A moment in time as the world came alive, stirring and waking from its slumber.
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| Moon and Star over the Plains |
Interestingly, shortly after I took this these images, the loval TV station rebroadcast similar images of the sunrise on its morning show. I guess I was not the only one who thought the scene painted by God was special.
I continue to be amazed at what I see and notice outside my hotel windows as I travel. I never used to even really open the curtains and let the world in, but I am finding so much to see and marvel at now that I am taking the time to look.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
More Signs of Spring
The daffodils are springing up all over.
And as we removed the heavy layers of leaves--we found more and more groupings of flowers pushing their way toward the sun.
Ah yes, the sun--I wish I could see more of it.
But as today is March--I am sure the weather will be getting warmer and warmer from here on.
Too bad some areas of the north were still receiving snow totals measured in feet over the weekend. We at least are getting some warmth and sun.
Bring it on.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday Musings - February 28, 2011
1. Traveling through airports is still an event; between clearing security, deciding what food to buy before boarding a long flight, and being treated like self-loading cargo it just isn't a lot of fun anymore.
2. I still find something exciting about watching the first light of dawn grace the horizon and chase away the night.
3. The Oscars were awarded last night--yawn. Maybe they should all get real jobs.
4. The Arab world continues to implode and the real question is, whose side should we be on? Are they going from the frying pan into the fire?
5. Congress. What happens when if government shuts down? Will they continue to get paid? There should be a deal in there somewhere. History says that shutting down the government over a budgetary impasse is a bad idea.
6. It is March Madness! Let the annual orgy of college basketball begin.
7. Seems I was rushing daylight savings time a bit yesterday. It really begins on March 13th. I really thought Springtime was closer.
8. I didn't know that: On February 28, 1827 the B&O railroad was incorporated and became the first railroad in America to offer scheduled passenger and freight service.
2. I still find something exciting about watching the first light of dawn grace the horizon and chase away the night.
3. The Oscars were awarded last night--yawn. Maybe they should all get real jobs.
4. The Arab world continues to implode and the real question is, whose side should we be on? Are they going from the frying pan into the fire?
5. Congress. What happens when if government shuts down? Will they continue to get paid? There should be a deal in there somewhere. History says that shutting down the government over a budgetary impasse is a bad idea.
6. It is March Madness! Let the annual orgy of college basketball begin.
7. Seems I was rushing daylight savings time a bit yesterday. It really begins on March 13th. I really thought Springtime was closer.
8. I didn't know that: On February 28, 1827 the B&O railroad was incorporated and became the first railroad in America to offer scheduled passenger and freight service.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sleepy Sunday with Spring on the Way
Unlike yesterday--the dog let me sleep in a bit today.
So now I'm a bit behind on the day. Bit that is OK.
Yesterday was one of those days where it was a bit cold--but there was very little wind. We were able to continue cleaning the yards and moving the remnants of Winter off and back into the woods where the leaves should have stayed anyway.
We took so many loads of leaves off the lawns and from around the pool that I was just amazed at how they had blown in.
But--we are ready for the mowing to begin! Well, the lawn needs to green up first. But if the weather keeps climbing farther away from freezing, I suspect I'll be mowing by the Ides of March!
I know the tractor is ready!
The pool isn't far off. I ordered the chemicals for the season and they will be delivered this week. So April isn't too far off.
In two weeks we revert to daylight savings time! (Corrected, thanks, Dad!)
It is funny, this year, unlike most, I have not been driving to work in the daylight. But not that it matters, let's get the daylight reallocated and start playing outside during the evening.
I need to get through this week first. But sleeping in a bit sure started the week out great.
So now I'm a bit behind on the day. Bit that is OK.
Yesterday was one of those days where it was a bit cold--but there was very little wind. We were able to continue cleaning the yards and moving the remnants of Winter off and back into the woods where the leaves should have stayed anyway.
We took so many loads of leaves off the lawns and from around the pool that I was just amazed at how they had blown in.
But--we are ready for the mowing to begin! Well, the lawn needs to green up first. But if the weather keeps climbing farther away from freezing, I suspect I'll be mowing by the Ides of March!
I know the tractor is ready!
The pool isn't far off. I ordered the chemicals for the season and they will be delivered this week. So April isn't too far off.
In two weeks we revert to daylight savings time! (Corrected, thanks, Dad!)
It is funny, this year, unlike most, I have not been driving to work in the daylight. But not that it matters, let's get the daylight reallocated and start playing outside during the evening.
I need to get through this week first. But sleeping in a bit sure started the week out great.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Why I Can't Sleep In
I should be asleep in my be right now. It is shortly after 6AM on a Saturday morning after a trying but snow shortened work week. I love to sleep in on Saturdays.
I was happily asleep a few minutes go, but then Makayla decided she needed to go out.
Usually not a problem. The sun isn't up yet and I put her leash on her and we head outside. It was damp and cool, but not cold. The air was still and there were no birds singing yet. I noted the snow was mostly gone from the storm of Tuesday. Makayla did her business and we headed back inside for her cookie reward.
And the cats also get cookies for just being cats.
The Makalya lets me know the food dish is empty and she needs water.
Now I am awake.
I hit the coffee pot and decide--no more sleep this morning. Time to start the day.
I was happily asleep a few minutes go, but then Makayla decided she needed to go out.
Usually not a problem. The sun isn't up yet and I put her leash on her and we head outside. It was damp and cool, but not cold. The air was still and there were no birds singing yet. I noted the snow was mostly gone from the storm of Tuesday. Makayla did her business and we headed back inside for her cookie reward.
And the cats also get cookies for just being cats.
The Makalya lets me know the food dish is empty and she needs water.
Now I am awake.
I hit the coffee pot and decide--no more sleep this morning. Time to start the day.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Short Week means No Less Work
Although this week was effectively a three-day week, holiday followed by a surprise snow day, there was a full week's amount of work to be accomplished.
Work, it seems gets parsed out on a weekly basis. Just because the work week is shorted does not equate to less work. The same amount of stuff needs to get done, I just have less time to do it.
I can tell how my week is progressing by the newspaper I take along with me every morning. Most days, I get to read the paper over my lunch half-hour as I enjoy food at my desk. A busy day means that I hit the headlines and scan the sports section. Really busy days mean the paper never leaves the plastic sleeve that it is delivered in.
So far this week (all two days) the paper has not left the plastic sleeve. I'm not even reading the headlines, it seems that I am living the headlines. On top of that, I'm staying late to get the critical stuff done. Yesterday for example, I played racquetball at 5:30 am, but still was at my desk my 7:15. I checked out at 5:45 pm. Not too bad for an 8-hour day.
And I really want to get in to work early today so that I don't have to work too late tonight to get the weeks worth of stuff accomplished.
It is just funny how it all works out.
Is time off, then, really time off or just time reallocated?
Work, it seems gets parsed out on a weekly basis. Just because the work week is shorted does not equate to less work. The same amount of stuff needs to get done, I just have less time to do it.
I can tell how my week is progressing by the newspaper I take along with me every morning. Most days, I get to read the paper over my lunch half-hour as I enjoy food at my desk. A busy day means that I hit the headlines and scan the sports section. Really busy days mean the paper never leaves the plastic sleeve that it is delivered in.
So far this week (all two days) the paper has not left the plastic sleeve. I'm not even reading the headlines, it seems that I am living the headlines. On top of that, I'm staying late to get the critical stuff done. Yesterday for example, I played racquetball at 5:30 am, but still was at my desk my 7:15. I checked out at 5:45 pm. Not too bad for an 8-hour day.
And I really want to get in to work early today so that I don't have to work too late tonight to get the weeks worth of stuff accomplished.
It is just funny how it all works out.
Is time off, then, really time off or just time reallocated?
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Time Stands Still
It was about 5:17 pm on Wednesday afternoon. I was on Piney Orchard Boulevard headed home in my truck after E-day.
The day had been a fast moving day--broken up by a doctors appointment and work. I had been busy, but I always look forward to E-day.
I was daydreaming a bit about the evening at home with Chris and the events planned for the next day. I was doing about 50 mph in a 45 mph zone and beginning to get into the drive.
Then it happened. Time stood still for a short amount of time.
A green Mustang convertible with a white top, for some unexplained reason turned in front of me attempting to get onto Old Waugh Chapel Road.
Emergency stop!
Collision imminent!
The anti-lock brakes were shaking under my foot. The green Mustang loomed larger and larger in my windscreen and I began to think about the looming impact and wondering if the car in front of me would at least accelerate a bit.
I aimed for where the car was, but stayed in my lane and chose not to perform some heroic maneuver and potentially roll my truck. The truck held its line--straight as an arrow--so swerve, no hesitation.
I thought about how the airbag would feel exploding into my chest as the seatbelt secured me to the truck.
I heard the squealing of the tires of the Mustang as the driver recognized the impending collision and mashed the accelerator to begin moving ever so slowly from my path.
I wondered if the truck would be repairable.
I thought about the engine being in my lap when it was all over.
And then--it became clear that the vectors were going to miss each other. The Mustang cleared the intersection a hair breath before my truck got to where the car had just been, and I released the brake so the guy in back of me would not rear-end me.
I thought for a moment about chasing down the Mustang driver--and giving them a good tongue lashing. But decided against it.
I hit the accelerator and got back up to road speed, said a prayer of thanks and tried calling my wife.
I know time stands still in such situations. How else could I have done so much and thought of so much in what amounted to the blink of an eye? I was on a bit of an adrenalin high.
But I was unharmed and not involved in a serious accident--and continued on my way home reflecting on the circumstances and reactions of those short seconds.
And the traffic around me continued on unabated and probably unaware of my brush with disaster.
The day had been a fast moving day--broken up by a doctors appointment and work. I had been busy, but I always look forward to E-day.
I was daydreaming a bit about the evening at home with Chris and the events planned for the next day. I was doing about 50 mph in a 45 mph zone and beginning to get into the drive.
Then it happened. Time stood still for a short amount of time.
A green Mustang convertible with a white top, for some unexplained reason turned in front of me attempting to get onto Old Waugh Chapel Road.
Emergency stop!
Collision imminent!
The anti-lock brakes were shaking under my foot. The green Mustang loomed larger and larger in my windscreen and I began to think about the looming impact and wondering if the car in front of me would at least accelerate a bit.
I aimed for where the car was, but stayed in my lane and chose not to perform some heroic maneuver and potentially roll my truck. The truck held its line--straight as an arrow--so swerve, no hesitation.
I thought about how the airbag would feel exploding into my chest as the seatbelt secured me to the truck.
I heard the squealing of the tires of the Mustang as the driver recognized the impending collision and mashed the accelerator to begin moving ever so slowly from my path.
I wondered if the truck would be repairable.
I thought about the engine being in my lap when it was all over.
And then--it became clear that the vectors were going to miss each other. The Mustang cleared the intersection a hair breath before my truck got to where the car had just been, and I released the brake so the guy in back of me would not rear-end me.
I thought for a moment about chasing down the Mustang driver--and giving them a good tongue lashing. But decided against it.
I hit the accelerator and got back up to road speed, said a prayer of thanks and tried calling my wife.
I know time stands still in such situations. How else could I have done so much and thought of so much in what amounted to the blink of an eye? I was on a bit of an adrenalin high.
But I was unharmed and not involved in a serious accident--and continued on my way home reflecting on the circumstances and reactions of those short seconds.
And the traffic around me continued on unabated and probably unaware of my brush with disaster.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Chasing the Elusive Winning Season
Even though it is like the third coldest morning of the winter--Orioles fans have a warm spot in their hearts for the team that has entered Spring Training in Sarasota, Florida.
We believe that this is the year!
The year of what? You might ask.
Well for one, a winning season--the first in 13 seasons. To post more wins than losses would be a truly great accomplishment for a club that has dramatically underperformed and resides in a division the the Yankees, the Red Sox, and the Rays.
We get excited when we read in Peter Schmuck's article:
SARASOTA, Fla. — How’s this for one of the biggest problems facing manager Buck Showalter this spring?
The Baltimore Orioles are hitting the ball too far.
Showalter had to move batting practice from the northeast practice field to the southwest field that mirrors the dimensions of Orioles Park after several unhappy spring training spectators came to the O’s administrative office hoping to be reimbursed for damage to cars parked beyond the left field fence.
We believe there is hope for our team.
But wait, there is more. Being the the American League East Divison, we want more!
We want our downtrodden Orioles to not just have a winning season--but to finish ahead of the over-rated Yankees and their millions of dollars, and ahead of the Red Sox, and the Rays, and the Blue Jays.
We want a playoff team again!
I remember going to playoff games so many years ago here in Baltimore. I find it hard to believe that I have actually lived my adult life in one place long enough to actually have attended playoff games in a city where the home team has 13 straight losing seasons. But I have and this crazy place called Baltimore has become my home.
In a few short weeks, I will be in Sarasota for my first ever trip to Spring Training. I have my tickets and I am more than ready.
I hope I like what I see.
But Springtime is in the air and it is filled with baseballs and visions of winning seasons and playoff games.
Oriole Magic lives.
We believe that this is the year!
The year of what? You might ask.
Well for one, a winning season--the first in 13 seasons. To post more wins than losses would be a truly great accomplishment for a club that has dramatically underperformed and resides in a division the the Yankees, the Red Sox, and the Rays.
We get excited when we read in Peter Schmuck's article:
SARASOTA, Fla. — How’s this for one of the biggest problems facing manager Buck Showalter this spring?
The Baltimore Orioles are hitting the ball too far.
Showalter had to move batting practice from the northeast practice field to the southwest field that mirrors the dimensions of Orioles Park after several unhappy spring training spectators came to the O’s administrative office hoping to be reimbursed for damage to cars parked beyond the left field fence.
We believe there is hope for our team.
But wait, there is more. Being the the American League East Divison, we want more!
We want our downtrodden Orioles to not just have a winning season--but to finish ahead of the over-rated Yankees and their millions of dollars, and ahead of the Red Sox, and the Rays, and the Blue Jays.
We want a playoff team again!
I remember going to playoff games so many years ago here in Baltimore. I find it hard to believe that I have actually lived my adult life in one place long enough to actually have attended playoff games in a city where the home team has 13 straight losing seasons. But I have and this crazy place called Baltimore has become my home.
In a few short weeks, I will be in Sarasota for my first ever trip to Spring Training. I have my tickets and I am more than ready.
I hope I like what I see.
But Springtime is in the air and it is filled with baseballs and visions of winning seasons and playoff games.
Oriole Magic lives.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Back for more fun
I could have done without it.
But the driveway is cleared. The temperature crawled over freezing and we are on the road to Springtime.
But really? We were at 75 degrees on Friday and then we had snow this morning. And not just a little. A significant amount.
Spring is coming. Hold on to that thought.
Winter's Revenge
Yesterday morning as I was watching snow fall on the Today Show hosts, I laughed to myself about how nice it was to be in Maryland and not be part of the oncoming storm.
Yes, everyone ,this morning's mess is my fault.
I thought we were safe. I put away the remainder of the salt and started thinking about Spring.
But as yesterday continued--the weather report got more ominous--and it became apparent that Winter had heard me joke about it being all but over and decided to make a return appearance.
Ugh!
By 9:30 last night the snow was falling--not just a little bit--but in significant amounts.
I had to put the cinder blocks back into the bed of my truck for a bit of added traction. And the snow was falling and laughing at me. I could hear the laughing as the flakes slammed into the ground and on my head at an ever increasing speed.
I have to deal with it at least one more time.
But I am up for the challenge. Again.
Deal with it!
Yes, everyone ,this morning's mess is my fault.
I thought we were safe. I put away the remainder of the salt and started thinking about Spring.
But as yesterday continued--the weather report got more ominous--and it became apparent that Winter had heard me joke about it being all but over and decided to make a return appearance.
Ugh!
By 9:30 last night the snow was falling--not just a little bit--but in significant amounts.
I had to put the cinder blocks back into the bed of my truck for a bit of added traction. And the snow was falling and laughing at me. I could hear the laughing as the flakes slammed into the ground and on my head at an ever increasing speed.
I have to deal with it at least one more time.
But I am up for the challenge. Again.
Deal with it!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Monday Musings - February 21, 2011
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1. It is amazing how out of touch legislators in various states are--Wisconsin, for example. Wow--what a way to mismanage a situation, revoking the rights of government employees to participate in unions. Sounds like the early-1900's all over again.
2. The Arab world is aflame with demands for freedom--too bad democracy is so slow to respond to be a viable answer.
3. Geese are wild animals--but they sure get close sometimes.
4. Baseball is back in the news with Spring Training shifting into gear--and the NFL is preparing to self-destruct with a lock out by the owners.
5. Wild variations in weather and temperature--snow melting, green beginning to be seen in the bushes--must be Springtime.
6. We talked about "aha" and "oh-my" moments in church yesterday. Who knew they are different?
7. Brinksmanship has taken on a new form--threatening a government shutdown. And you think we have problems now? Wait until it totally stops working.
8. BTW--it is definitely Springtime--the Daytona 500 has already been run. I totally missed it.
9. In honor of President's Day and in recognition of the spreading unrest in the Arab world, I was reminded of this statement made by George Washington: "Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth."
1. It is amazing how out of touch legislators in various states are--Wisconsin, for example. Wow--what a way to mismanage a situation, revoking the rights of government employees to participate in unions. Sounds like the early-1900's all over again.
2. The Arab world is aflame with demands for freedom--too bad democracy is so slow to respond to be a viable answer.
3. Geese are wild animals--but they sure get close sometimes.
4. Baseball is back in the news with Spring Training shifting into gear--and the NFL is preparing to self-destruct with a lock out by the owners.
5. Wild variations in weather and temperature--snow melting, green beginning to be seen in the bushes--must be Springtime.
6. We talked about "aha" and "oh-my" moments in church yesterday. Who knew they are different?
7. Brinksmanship has taken on a new form--threatening a government shutdown. And you think we have problems now? Wait until it totally stops working.
8. BTW--it is definitely Springtime--the Daytona 500 has already been run. I totally missed it.
9. In honor of President's Day and in recognition of the spreading unrest in the Arab world, I was reminded of this statement made by George Washington: "Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth."
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Out with the Boys
Last evening was the night the grandparents get to spend uninterrupted time with the grandsons. It is a gift we are giving to their parents in the form of free baby sitting so they can do dinner and/or a movie without the added bite associated with childcare.And while this is only the second time we've done it (so far this year), it is shaping up to be an adventure filled night which always seems to include making smores in the fireplace.
Last evening, we took the boys out to Centennial Lake to feed the waterfowl. We had hoped for ducks, we got geese as well.
There was some ice on the water in places which made for some comical situations with the geese--slipping and flying on the ice.The boys had fun and so did grandma and grandpa.
Sadly--it was very cool--so we could not stay long and enjoy the scene.
But that was not really a problem either since we were there as the sun was setting--so it would soon be dark anyway.
The promise of Spring makes us do crazy things, I guess.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Blue Skies and High Wind
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| Ready for the Growing Season |
The grasses around the pool are cut and the debris of winter has been removed from the lawn.
The lawn service even paid its initial visit to get the first load of chemicals down in the lawn in preparation for the Springtime growing season.
In a few months, the grasses will be 6 feet tall and the summer sun will be beating down on us as we lounge in the pool.
But yesterday was the day to get it done. It was warm and we actually enjoyed being outside doing yard work--the first of the emerging season. I had some broken branches to cut out of one of the plum trees and we even had the tractor out with the mower cleaning up leaves and debris--although I am sure the wind will blow a lot more in today.
Memories like yesterday will keep me going strong until the weather changes over for good.
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Smell of Spring
It hit me as I opened the door to let the dog out early this morning.
The damp, earthy smell that confirmed to me that although it is only February, Springtime was in the air.
It is the smell of wet earth and it hangs in the air, rich and full of promise after the sterile smell of the frozen snow covered lawns.
As I surveyed the wet, brown grass covered lawn which had a smattering of leaves and other assorted treats brought in by the winds of the past few days, I imagined a green carpet of uniformly cut blades of grass which will soon replace the current view.
Springtime.
I am already getting ads for discounted pool supplies and for pool opening assistance.
Even the birds have ramped up their activity of late.
The grasses around the pool have served their purpose and must be trimmed to prepare for a new season of growing.
There is so much to do.
I imagine it like a prisoner being released--a bright sunny day, full of hope and promise. So much that the senses are overloaded.
And right about noon--I will be free to enjoy the day. Carpe diem.
The damp, earthy smell that confirmed to me that although it is only February, Springtime was in the air.
It is the smell of wet earth and it hangs in the air, rich and full of promise after the sterile smell of the frozen snow covered lawns.
As I surveyed the wet, brown grass covered lawn which had a smattering of leaves and other assorted treats brought in by the winds of the past few days, I imagined a green carpet of uniformly cut blades of grass which will soon replace the current view.
Springtime.
I am already getting ads for discounted pool supplies and for pool opening assistance.
Even the birds have ramped up their activity of late.
The grasses around the pool have served their purpose and must be trimmed to prepare for a new season of growing.
There is so much to do.
I imagine it like a prisoner being released--a bright sunny day, full of hope and promise. So much that the senses are overloaded.
And right about noon--I will be free to enjoy the day. Carpe diem.
February Paradox
Yesterday the temperatures were awesome and warm even. Remember, it was the 17th of February. In one month I'll be heading to Florida for Orioles Spring Training--the tickets are on my desk as I type this.
Last evening I drove home in Cat with the top down and the wind (cool but not cold) whistling through my ever thinning hair.
I was the envy of so many other drivers on the road. (Maybe they thought I was crazy)
Although I felt a bit weird putting the top down on a convertible in February in Maryland--that is why I bought the car--so I could! I took this image just before I put Cat into the garage for the night.
And that is why the top was down last evening--because I could!
Today is supposed to be even nicer!
I felt as if the freakishly cold snap was finally over. But, I know there are still 30 days until Spring officially begins.
Here's the paradox part--just up the driveway--there is still a huge pile of snow.
If I don't see anymore snow until January 2012, it will be too soon!
I just hope this pile goes away soon.
I am getting itchy to open the pool. And there is still ice in it.
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| Cat on the First Day of Top Down Driving Feb 17, 2011 |
I was the envy of so many other drivers on the road. (Maybe they thought I was crazy)
Although I felt a bit weird putting the top down on a convertible in February in Maryland--that is why I bought the car--so I could! I took this image just before I put Cat into the garage for the night.
And that is why the top was down last evening--because I could!
Today is supposed to be even nicer!
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| The Snow that Won't Quit |
I felt as if the freakishly cold snap was finally over. But, I know there are still 30 days until Spring officially begins.
Here's the paradox part--just up the driveway--there is still a huge pile of snow.
If I don't see anymore snow until January 2012, it will be too soon!
I just hope this pile goes away soon.
I am getting itchy to open the pool. And there is still ice in it.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Warm days
I was a Nicole's yesterday evening watching Ethan--on what I call "E" day.
As I was leaving, I saw that the entire neighborhood was outside enjoying the mild 58 degree temperatures. The kids were all outside around the neighborhood. Playing. What a concept. Jax and E were on their scooter cars--enjoying the mild temperatures and the sunshine.
I was good to be outside again and not cold.
I even took Makayla for a walk. Something I have been reticent to do with the cold temperatures.
It was awesome to enjoy the outdoors again--even if only for a few minutes with moderating temperatures.
I highly recommend it--getting outside again.
As I was leaving, I saw that the entire neighborhood was outside enjoying the mild 58 degree temperatures. The kids were all outside around the neighborhood. Playing. What a concept. Jax and E were on their scooter cars--enjoying the mild temperatures and the sunshine.
I was good to be outside again and not cold.
I even took Makayla for a walk. Something I have been reticent to do with the cold temperatures.
It was awesome to enjoy the outdoors again--even if only for a few minutes with moderating temperatures.
I highly recommend it--getting outside again.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Valentine's Day -- The Memory
I am not a romantic person by nature. Anything that I do which remotely resembles a romantic advance or moment comes with a lot of effort.
The other night, Chris gave me a huge compliment--one that I really appreciate, but ast the same time it also scares me! She indicated that our Valentines Day was probably the most romantic thing that I have ever done.
We decided that since she had been away the previous week, to forgo the overly expensive, but nice Valentine's Day dinner at a local restaurant and I would cook her favorite dinner.
Well, as it turned out, I really got into the whole idea of making this a special evening at home and since she was out doing her usual Monday evening time at Nicole and Mike's, I actually had the opportunity to "set" a mood before she got home.
And so, the picture is of the table set and ready as she walked through the door. The salad course on the plates and the wine in the glasses. We chose a 1999 Parador Red wine, which is a unique blend of Cabernet Sauvignon and Tempranillo that we found during our Napa Valley vacation last year. It was fabulous.
The table was simple but elegant on Wedgwood china and our best silver. The dinner simple--baked salmon and vegetables with a cheese cake dessert accompanied by a brand port we have had for a few years.
The chef (me) had everything timed to begin upon Chris' arrival at the door. The candles were lit around the house, soft music was playing and once we were ready, the salmon was placed in the already preheated oven. Coffee was also served as an after dinner drink.
We enjoyed a leisurely salad course as the salmon baked. Catching up on the events of the day and the past week all the while the stress fell from her shoulders and soon, before long, my wife once again emerged finally back at least for a moment, into our lives unencumbered by everything else clamoring for her attention. The salmon was perfectly seasoned with dill and lemon pepper and cooled to perfection. Most importantly, it was served still hot--fresh from the oven. The vegetable medley complimented the fish and the cheesecake was not too sweet, and so it complimented the Port and the rest of the dinner.
We savored the meal, the conversation, and the time together. The evening was perfect. I'm not sure we will ever again be able to face the noise and bustle of restaurant Valentines Day.
Why did Chris' compliment scare me? I may have raised the bar too high and may never be able to do anything which can even compare to Monday night again, let alone exceed it. I should have managed expectations better.
We decided that since she had been away the previous week, to forgo the overly expensive, but nice Valentine's Day dinner at a local restaurant and I would cook her favorite dinner.
Well, as it turned out, I really got into the whole idea of making this a special evening at home and since she was out doing her usual Monday evening time at Nicole and Mike's, I actually had the opportunity to "set" a mood before she got home.
And so, the picture is of the table set and ready as she walked through the door. The salad course on the plates and the wine in the glasses. We chose a 1999 Parador Red wine, which is a unique blend of Cabernet Sauvignon and Tempranillo that we found during our Napa Valley vacation last year. It was fabulous.
The table was simple but elegant on Wedgwood china and our best silver. The dinner simple--baked salmon and vegetables with a cheese cake dessert accompanied by a brand port we have had for a few years.
The chef (me) had everything timed to begin upon Chris' arrival at the door. The candles were lit around the house, soft music was playing and once we were ready, the salmon was placed in the already preheated oven. Coffee was also served as an after dinner drink.
We enjoyed a leisurely salad course as the salmon baked. Catching up on the events of the day and the past week all the while the stress fell from her shoulders and soon, before long, my wife once again emerged finally back at least for a moment, into our lives unencumbered by everything else clamoring for her attention. The salmon was perfectly seasoned with dill and lemon pepper and cooled to perfection. Most importantly, it was served still hot--fresh from the oven. The vegetable medley complimented the fish and the cheesecake was not too sweet, and so it complimented the Port and the rest of the dinner.
We savored the meal, the conversation, and the time together. The evening was perfect. I'm not sure we will ever again be able to face the noise and bustle of restaurant Valentines Day.
Why did Chris' compliment scare me? I may have raised the bar too high and may never be able to do anything which can even compare to Monday night again, let alone exceed it. I should have managed expectations better.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
In Search of Springtime
I have to confess--I had to make a quick trip to the truck at about 10:30 yesterday morning and I almost didn't go back into work.
Yes--I was suddenly besieged by a terminal case of Spring Fever.
I haven't experinced temperatures as pleasant as those of yesterday since early November.
They were awesome and the sky was blue with puffy clouds. It was cool--but not cold.
I didn't even wear an overcoat ot work this morning the 47 degree temperature was so pleasant.
I know there remains at least one more cold blast from the Arctic--but for yesterday and most of this week I will be searching for the new growth associated with Springtime and enjoying moderate teperatures celebrating the near end of an extremely cold and unpleasant winter.
For those of you up north--I'm sorry, but it is on its was there, too.
Stick with it. Pretty soon we will all be cursing the need to mow the lawn.
Yes--I was suddenly besieged by a terminal case of Spring Fever.
I haven't experinced temperatures as pleasant as those of yesterday since early November.
They were awesome and the sky was blue with puffy clouds. It was cool--but not cold.
I didn't even wear an overcoat ot work this morning the 47 degree temperature was so pleasant.
I know there remains at least one more cold blast from the Arctic--but for yesterday and most of this week I will be searching for the new growth associated with Springtime and enjoying moderate teperatures celebrating the near end of an extremely cold and unpleasant winter.
For those of you up north--I'm sorry, but it is on its was there, too.
Stick with it. Pretty soon we will all be cursing the need to mow the lawn.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Monday Musings - February 14, 2011
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1. Happy Valentines Day--hope you didn't forget.
2. I went shopping the other night with my best girl. She sat patiently in the car while I went into the grocery store. Later, when we went to her favorite store, PetSmart, she was on her best behavior in the store helping me pick out her favorite treats. I even got her a new chew bone--which she approved of before I put it into the cart. It is amazing how things change when we are living on our own.
3. After a short break--family Sunday resumed yesterday. It met every expectation--but even better, I fired the grill up for the first time in 2011 and we had steak for dinner. The promise of 60 degree weather by the end of the week sure have me getting excited.
4. Egypt is celebrating--I hope the end result is better than what the people had before.
5. BTW--it is Baseball season. Spring Training has begun with the arrival of pitchers and catchers. it is time to transition the excitement of the off season dealing into a baseball season of excitement rather than disappointment. Do I have my expectations set to high? Probably, but that is what Spring Training is all about--30 teams all even in the race to win the World Series.
6. In the aftermath of the Super Bowl last week, I ran across this quote from the guy the trophy is named after: If winning isn't everything, why do they keep score? Vince Lombardi
7. Hey, did you see that Boeing is making a new 747 variant? How can something 40-plus years old be new again? I'd like to find our because I am a fifty-something looking to be new again, too.
1. Happy Valentines Day--hope you didn't forget.
2. I went shopping the other night with my best girl. She sat patiently in the car while I went into the grocery store. Later, when we went to her favorite store, PetSmart, she was on her best behavior in the store helping me pick out her favorite treats. I even got her a new chew bone--which she approved of before I put it into the cart. It is amazing how things change when we are living on our own.
3. After a short break--family Sunday resumed yesterday. It met every expectation--but even better, I fired the grill up for the first time in 2011 and we had steak for dinner. The promise of 60 degree weather by the end of the week sure have me getting excited.
4. Egypt is celebrating--I hope the end result is better than what the people had before.
5. BTW--it is Baseball season. Spring Training has begun with the arrival of pitchers and catchers. it is time to transition the excitement of the off season dealing into a baseball season of excitement rather than disappointment. Do I have my expectations set to high? Probably, but that is what Spring Training is all about--30 teams all even in the race to win the World Series.
6. In the aftermath of the Super Bowl last week, I ran across this quote from the guy the trophy is named after: If winning isn't everything, why do they keep score? Vince Lombardi
7. Hey, did you see that Boeing is making a new 747 variant? How can something 40-plus years old be new again? I'd like to find our because I am a fifty-something looking to be new again, too.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Moderating Temperatures
I could not believe the weather forecast for the week ahead when I saw it on TV last evening. It seems the tide has turned on the bitterly cold weather--at least for a bit.
While there still is a lot of snow remaining to melt, it should be gone by this time next week.
The weather is predicted to even provide us a 60 degree day on Friday. A sure sign that Spring is not so far off and that outside activities may once again resume.
Bring on the pool floaties. Well, maybe it is a bit premature for that kind of activity.
But 60 degrees--that is warm enough to lower the top on Cat and cruise the neighborhood--with the heat blasting of course.
I will not be sad to see the snow melt. There is a lot of yard work already piling up to restore the lawns and yard to their pre-winter condition. The season has not been kind. We have at least one tree which will be taking up residence at the recycling center very soon as the snow and ice broke its back, so to speak.
But the thought of 60 degrees is almost as exciting as actually achieving the day. I may have to play hookie from work during the afternoon to enjoy the day to its fullest. I think the medical condition is termed, spring fever.
While there still is a lot of snow remaining to melt, it should be gone by this time next week.
The weather is predicted to even provide us a 60 degree day on Friday. A sure sign that Spring is not so far off and that outside activities may once again resume.
Bring on the pool floaties. Well, maybe it is a bit premature for that kind of activity.
But 60 degrees--that is warm enough to lower the top on Cat and cruise the neighborhood--with the heat blasting of course.
I will not be sad to see the snow melt. There is a lot of yard work already piling up to restore the lawns and yard to their pre-winter condition. The season has not been kind. We have at least one tree which will be taking up residence at the recycling center very soon as the snow and ice broke its back, so to speak.
But the thought of 60 degrees is almost as exciting as actually achieving the day. I may have to play hookie from work during the afternoon to enjoy the day to its fullest. I think the medical condition is termed, spring fever.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Eyes Closed Tight and Full Speed Ahead
The wreck that happened was obvious to everyone.
Full speed ahead and totally oblivious to the consequences. Not seeing the warning signs.
It can be almost as bad as the head-in-the-sand approach to life.
I know people who seem to attack life in a hair-of-fire approach and seem to get slapped down at every turn.
They don't pause to consider dodging the oncoming mess until they are mired deeply in it.
What are the warning signs of an impending crisis? It could be financial when the outlays at the end of the month exceed income and those extra expenses start making their way to the credit cards. It could be health related--when those aches and pains that used to be present when we roll out of bed now stay with us all day. Or the cough that has hung around for months. Or in school when the homework becomes and afterthought and the grades begin a gradual slide down the rating scale.
The signs are there. Open your eyes. Take corrective action before life collides with you like and oncoming train.
The light at the end of the tunnel may be the oncoming train of life and with a bit of recognition, the siding may be the best place to go..
Full speed ahead and totally oblivious to the consequences. Not seeing the warning signs.
It can be almost as bad as the head-in-the-sand approach to life.
I know people who seem to attack life in a hair-of-fire approach and seem to get slapped down at every turn.
They don't pause to consider dodging the oncoming mess until they are mired deeply in it.
What are the warning signs of an impending crisis? It could be financial when the outlays at the end of the month exceed income and those extra expenses start making their way to the credit cards. It could be health related--when those aches and pains that used to be present when we roll out of bed now stay with us all day. Or the cough that has hung around for months. Or in school when the homework becomes and afterthought and the grades begin a gradual slide down the rating scale.
The signs are there. Open your eyes. Take corrective action before life collides with you like and oncoming train.
The light at the end of the tunnel may be the oncoming train of life and with a bit of recognition, the siding may be the best place to go..
Friday, February 11, 2011
Walking Backward
So, kind of as a corollary to yesterday's post, I spent some time thinking about some of the people I know who seem to be walking backward through life.
Their entire focus is on what happened in the past--without ever really turning around to see what is in front of them.
These are some of the saddest people I know.
Why?
Because their focus on the past is usually recounting and reliving something bad that happened to them that they cannot get over. Some transgression caused by someone they loved, or some failure of their own.
They become consumed with their anguish and cannot turn around to see that tomorrow is where the possibilities are and that yesterday is hostory--and try as we might, we cannot rewrite what has happened. We can, however, change the future!
I've been to that place, I admit. And I can pity party with the best of them. Ask Chris.
But it is so much better to turn around and face forward to deal with things you can affect rather than lamenting history.
Their entire focus is on what happened in the past--without ever really turning around to see what is in front of them.
These are some of the saddest people I know.
Why?
Because their focus on the past is usually recounting and reliving something bad that happened to them that they cannot get over. Some transgression caused by someone they loved, or some failure of their own.
They become consumed with their anguish and cannot turn around to see that tomorrow is where the possibilities are and that yesterday is hostory--and try as we might, we cannot rewrite what has happened. We can, however, change the future!
I've been to that place, I admit. And I can pity party with the best of them. Ask Chris.
But it is so much better to turn around and face forward to deal with things you can affect rather than lamenting history.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Looking Forward
Sometimes I sit around looking backwards at the cool stuff that has happened. It is nice to have memories and pictures and trinkets of things I've done or places I've been.
But remembering the good times doesn't make them return.
I took a survey the other day--questions about what I like and what I like to do--those kinds of things and one question that I really enjoyed was: "What is your favorite day of the year?"
I could have answered in many different ways--Thanksgiving, the day after Thanksgiving, Independence Day, the First Day of Summer and so on.
But I wrote: the first day of vacation. I love the start of the adventure. The beginning of something really different. The feeling that there is a lot ahead that I am about to do.
I want to look forward in expectation of something really cool and special. To an event unbounded by what I have done in the past. A change.
Of course the survey never asked what is the saddest day of the year? It is of course the day I go back to work after vacation. I spend all day thinking about what happened in the past and I get no enjoyment from today or what is going to happen in the future.
I like looking forward in anticipation.
But remembering the good times doesn't make them return.
I took a survey the other day--questions about what I like and what I like to do--those kinds of things and one question that I really enjoyed was: "What is your favorite day of the year?"
I could have answered in many different ways--Thanksgiving, the day after Thanksgiving, Independence Day, the First Day of Summer and so on.
But I wrote: the first day of vacation. I love the start of the adventure. The beginning of something really different. The feeling that there is a lot ahead that I am about to do.
I want to look forward in expectation of something really cool and special. To an event unbounded by what I have done in the past. A change.
Of course the survey never asked what is the saddest day of the year? It is of course the day I go back to work after vacation. I spend all day thinking about what happened in the past and I get no enjoyment from today or what is going to happen in the future.
I like looking forward in anticipation.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Time, Toast, and Toes
It is funny--when I get to spend a week bacheloring it with my dog around the house; time seems to fly right by. I wish I could just sit and relax--but there seems to be laundry to do, cats to feed and litter boxes to freshen.
I noticed it yesterday morning as I was eating my toast. Makayla was there ,as usual, waiting for that last corner from each piece that I faithfully give her every day. I was writing a blog entry about my family and how we all rock. And then, I realized that counters needed cleaning, dishes needed washing, and OMG, the laundry that I started three days ago was still in the dryer--fortunately it was mostly undergarments and towels. Chris will never notice the other items. Maybe. Not.
And as I began to get later for work--the dog food was low, her water was out, and Makalya needed her second walk of the morning. Sadly, she decided not to "give it up" very easily and so we were outside for what seemed like forever and the clock was ticking in what seemed like double time until she finally found the exactly perfect spot for her business. Which I speedily scooped up and deposited in the trash.
Normally, I play racquetball on Tuesday mornings--but not this week, thankfully. It gives me a bit more time.
And then I thought about my toes--yes--toes. I normally love going barefoot around the house, but this winter we have been keeping the house so cold that the thought of going barefoot begins involuntary shivers throughout my body.
How I would love to have my toes dug into hot sand on a beach somewhere with the hot sun beating down on my bare lotion-covered back and the gentle sea breeze washing over me with the sweet, clean, smells of the ocean.
Daydreaming--not allowed!
Time to rush off to the office and forget about time, toast, and toes and get back to the grind of life and living in the medium-fast lane.
I noticed it yesterday morning as I was eating my toast. Makayla was there ,as usual, waiting for that last corner from each piece that I faithfully give her every day. I was writing a blog entry about my family and how we all rock. And then, I realized that counters needed cleaning, dishes needed washing, and OMG, the laundry that I started three days ago was still in the dryer--fortunately it was mostly undergarments and towels. Chris will never notice the other items. Maybe. Not.
And as I began to get later for work--the dog food was low, her water was out, and Makalya needed her second walk of the morning. Sadly, she decided not to "give it up" very easily and so we were outside for what seemed like forever and the clock was ticking in what seemed like double time until she finally found the exactly perfect spot for her business. Which I speedily scooped up and deposited in the trash.
Normally, I play racquetball on Tuesday mornings--but not this week, thankfully. It gives me a bit more time.
And then I thought about my toes--yes--toes. I normally love going barefoot around the house, but this winter we have been keeping the house so cold that the thought of going barefoot begins involuntary shivers throughout my body.
How I would love to have my toes dug into hot sand on a beach somewhere with the hot sun beating down on my bare lotion-covered back and the gentle sea breeze washing over me with the sweet, clean, smells of the ocean.
Daydreaming--not allowed!
Time to rush off to the office and forget about time, toast, and toes and get back to the grind of life and living in the medium-fast lane.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
That's How We Roll: Family Dynamics
My family is very resilient. I often forget this, but this past weekend I was reminded how quickly we can mobilize to respond to a crisis.
The scenario: Chris is already "deployed" to Buffalo, NY (yes, I know it is the middle of the winter and she is reporting the ever increasing snow fall being dumped on her). She is assisting family embroiled in a long-term health battle by providing assistance and comic relief. And then, Sunday--with no warning, we developed another crisis right here in Maryland. Somehow, I wound up in the role of first responder--but by the end of the day, when the situation had calmed, everyone had played a part in helping the situation. The immediate crisis has passed, but the long-term implications are still being explored.
And so--to my family.
Independent--yet connected.
Ready to help out at a moments notice--but also willing to allow everyone to have space.
Most important--caring.
And that is how we roll.
The scenario: Chris is already "deployed" to Buffalo, NY (yes, I know it is the middle of the winter and she is reporting the ever increasing snow fall being dumped on her). She is assisting family embroiled in a long-term health battle by providing assistance and comic relief. And then, Sunday--with no warning, we developed another crisis right here in Maryland. Somehow, I wound up in the role of first responder--but by the end of the day, when the situation had calmed, everyone had played a part in helping the situation. The immediate crisis has passed, but the long-term implications are still being explored.
And so--to my family.
Independent--yet connected.
Ready to help out at a moments notice--but also willing to allow everyone to have space.
Most important--caring.
And that is how we roll.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Monday Musings - February 7, 2011
1. The Super Bowl certainly was an exciting game. Congrats to the Packers and the Steelers for providing a hard fought, and generally well played game. Sadly, it may also be the last NFL Football game unless the looming work stoppage and lock-out can be averted.
2. Spring looms even closer. Pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training in less than two weeks!
3. Families are meant to be resilient. We have been doing the diving and conquering thing for a couple of days now with a stream of continuing crises.
4. When I woke up last Thursday, I had no idea that Chris would be in Buffalo by the end of the day--it is amazing how life can turn so quickly sometimes.
5. The weather forecasting rodent may have been correct--it sure has warmed up since Phil predicted an early spring.
6. The snow has almost melted from my yard in many places. I can see dead grass! Great. Gas up the mower, Spring is coming.
7. It was so warm yesterday, I considered putting the top down on the convertible--then I checked the thermometer and found it was only 47 degrees. A bit cold for top-down driving. It just seemed nice by comparison.
8. Life is a journey--but sometimes I forget where the final destination is actually located. As I was singing yesterday in church, the last line of the bridge in Hillsong United's Hosanna really spoke to me, the line goes as follows:
9. There are still honorable and honest people in the world. I met a few yesterday during a family crisis. Look for the good in people and you will find it.
2. Spring looms even closer. Pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training in less than two weeks!
3. Families are meant to be resilient. We have been doing the diving and conquering thing for a couple of days now with a stream of continuing crises.
4. When I woke up last Thursday, I had no idea that Chris would be in Buffalo by the end of the day--it is amazing how life can turn so quickly sometimes.
5. The weather forecasting rodent may have been correct--it sure has warmed up since Phil predicted an early spring.
6. The snow has almost melted from my yard in many places. I can see dead grass! Great. Gas up the mower, Spring is coming.
7. It was so warm yesterday, I considered putting the top down on the convertible--then I checked the thermometer and found it was only 47 degrees. A bit cold for top-down driving. It just seemed nice by comparison.
8. Life is a journey--but sometimes I forget where the final destination is actually located. As I was singing yesterday in church, the last line of the bridge in Hillsong United's Hosanna really spoke to me, the line goes as follows:
Everything I am for your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity.
As I walk from earth into eternity.
9. There are still honorable and honest people in the world. I met a few yesterday during a family crisis. Look for the good in people and you will find it.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Here Comes the Sun
The day arrived with blue skies and a bright sun.
What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday was one of the dreariest and coldest damp rainy days that I have suffered through in a long time. Althought the temperature is nearly the same as yesterday, it seems 10 degrees warmer, just because the sun is shining.
I did get the chance to play with a new underwater movie camera that Chris bought as my Valentine's Day present.
And I made my first movie--which I present here--it isn't much--but it is of one of my favorite subjects.
I did a few little projects around the house--which frankly are not going as well nor as easy as I thought they would. Ugh!
But I'm writing this after talking with Chris who is in Buffalo, NY assisting with a family emergency and the sun is beaming through the window warming me and lifting my spirits. I've just completed making her return trip reservations for next Saturday--hoping on a good day.
We will see.
But the sun is shining.
What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday was one of the dreariest and coldest damp rainy days that I have suffered through in a long time. Althought the temperature is nearly the same as yesterday, it seems 10 degrees warmer, just because the sun is shining.
I did get the chance to play with a new underwater movie camera that Chris bought as my Valentine's Day present.
And I made my first movie--which I present here--it isn't much--but it is of one of my favorite subjects.
I did a few little projects around the house--which frankly are not going as well nor as easy as I thought they would. Ugh!
But I'm writing this after talking with Chris who is in Buffalo, NY assisting with a family emergency and the sun is beaming through the window warming me and lifting my spirits. I've just completed making her return trip reservations for next Saturday--hoping on a good day.
We will see.
But the sun is shining.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
First Signs of Spring
Wednesday was an interesting day.
During the morning I was pleased that the weather forecasting rodent residing in Pennsylvania did not see his shadow--which of course suggests and early spring.
That would be especially nice since we have been having some of the worst winter weather imaginable all across the country, and it is downright cold here in Maryland.
And so there it was--as if almost saying: "Don't lose hope, there is life waiting to be reborn hiding here under the snow and frozen ground."
And it made me smile.
Broadly.
And I turned my thoughts to warmer days, flowers, and gentle breezes; despite the abundance of snow all around and the icy patches on the roads. Maybe I can put the top down on the convertible soon.
During the morning I was pleased that the weather forecasting rodent residing in Pennsylvania did not see his shadow--which of course suggests and early spring.
That would be especially nice since we have been having some of the worst winter weather imaginable all across the country, and it is downright cold here in Maryland.
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| Signs of Spring |
So, during the afternoon as I was getting Ethan home from school and walking Florence, Nicole's dog, I noticed something that really helped to confirm Punxsutawney Phils forecast: this small daffodil or hyacinth pushing up from under the melted snow making itself available for the spring growing season.
And so there it was--as if almost saying: "Don't lose hope, there is life waiting to be reborn hiding here under the snow and frozen ground."
And it made me smile.
Broadly.
And I turned my thoughts to warmer days, flowers, and gentle breezes; despite the abundance of snow all around and the icy patches on the roads. Maybe I can put the top down on the convertible soon.
Friday, February 4, 2011
There has to Be Something More
At my Men's Group on Monday evening, we were exploring the fundamentals of life and faith.
We were treated to a 60 Minutes interview between Tom Brady, New England Patriots quarterback and Steve Croft. The interview was conducted during 2005 just after Tom Brady's third Super Bowl win when he was still on top of the world.
There he was--on top of the sports world and he recognized, without acknowledging it, that what we do and what we achieve on our own always leaves us wanting more--we are empty.
Steve asked Tom which Super Bowl ring felt the best. Tom thought for a minute and responded--the next one. I wonder if he felt the same way after being named the NFL's Offensive Player of the Year for the 2010-2011 Season?
Tom--you may never get a "next" one. You need to find happiness and contentment where you are right now. And since you've acknowledged that there is something missing, a lack of fulfillment--you need to change.
We all need to change.
No matter what we do on our own, or what we gain from the world it seems we will always be left wanting something more and asking, "is this all there is?"
No Tom--this isn't all there is thankfully! There is a whole lot more out there and you can be part of it.
Just ask!
We were treated to a 60 Minutes interview between Tom Brady, New England Patriots quarterback and Steve Croft. The interview was conducted during 2005 just after Tom Brady's third Super Bowl win when he was still on top of the world.
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| Tom Brady 2011 NFL Offensive Player of the Year |
During the interview Steve asked Tom how it felt being on to p of the world after winning three super bowls--or something to that effect. Imagine this--Tom Brady said he felt there must be something more--something bigger.
Wow--I was awed.
There he was--on top of the sports world and he recognized, without acknowledging it, that what we do and what we achieve on our own always leaves us wanting more--we are empty.
Steve asked Tom which Super Bowl ring felt the best. Tom thought for a minute and responded--the next one. I wonder if he felt the same way after being named the NFL's Offensive Player of the Year for the 2010-2011 Season?
Tom--you may never get a "next" one. You need to find happiness and contentment where you are right now. And since you've acknowledged that there is something missing, a lack of fulfillment--you need to change.
We all need to change.
No matter what we do on our own, or what we gain from the world it seems we will always be left wanting something more and asking, "is this all there is?"
No Tom--this isn't all there is thankfully! There is a whole lot more out there and you can be part of it.
Just ask!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sled Dogs Murdered in British Columbia
WARNING: The referenced articles contain graphic word images which will make you sick.
I would not have believed it until I read it the other day.
Remember the Olympics in Canada last year--well one of the results of that beautiful event has recently come to light in the senseless slaughter of 100 sled dogs.
In an article titled: 100 Sled Dogs Killed in British Columbia Due to Slump in Tourism, the Huffington Post reported on February 1, 2011 the senseless slaughter of about one-third of a 300 sled dog pack due to tourism downturns. Or stated another way--the dogs were no longer profitable. And the title really says it all. Another article on the subject indicates the slaughter occurred in Whistler, B.C.
I am sickened, saddened, and horrified.
Yeah, it surely can happen anywhere. But really, dogs? I remember the Michael Vick saga of a couple years ago and how horrified we all were about the senseless handling and murder of his dogs. This is far worse--and when you read the linked article--you will know that unlike euthanasia, the dogs in question did suffer.
The last three sentences of the article really stopped me--and I present them for your own food for thought:
The murder of these 100 dogs is not unique, and animal slaughter is often performed in the name of human interests.
What do you think? Is it okay to use and then dispose of animals for human sport or consumption?
Where are we heading? We have lost, as a people and a society, our moral compass.
I have always held Canadians in such high regard for the moral high road they seem to take.
I would not have believed it until I read it the other day.
Remember the Olympics in Canada last year--well one of the results of that beautiful event has recently come to light in the senseless slaughter of 100 sled dogs.
In an article titled: 100 Sled Dogs Killed in British Columbia Due to Slump in Tourism, the Huffington Post reported on February 1, 2011 the senseless slaughter of about one-third of a 300 sled dog pack due to tourism downturns. Or stated another way--the dogs were no longer profitable. And the title really says it all. Another article on the subject indicates the slaughter occurred in Whistler, B.C.
I am sickened, saddened, and horrified.
Yeah, it surely can happen anywhere. But really, dogs? I remember the Michael Vick saga of a couple years ago and how horrified we all were about the senseless handling and murder of his dogs. This is far worse--and when you read the linked article--you will know that unlike euthanasia, the dogs in question did suffer.
The last three sentences of the article really stopped me--and I present them for your own food for thought:
The murder of these 100 dogs is not unique, and animal slaughter is often performed in the name of human interests.
What do you think? Is it okay to use and then dispose of animals for human sport or consumption?
Where are we heading? We have lost, as a people and a society, our moral compass.
I have always held Canadians in such high regard for the moral high road they seem to take.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Phil the Rodent Predicts
And this just in from Punxsutawney:
Phil surveyed his surroundings and found no shadow, so an early spring it will be!
We will all be partying tonight!!!!
Phil surveyed his surroundings and found no shadow, so an early spring it will be!
We will all be partying tonight!!!!
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