She stood, still, along the edge of the lawn in the dawn light. Her dark eyes were locked on Makayla and me as we went about our business a short distance away.
She was so still--not even her ears twitched--every one of here senses were focused upon the dog.
Makayla noticed her standing there. Her brown coast almost fading into the green underbrush where the lawn turns into forest. I thought for a moment she might begin barking and wake the neighbors--but as she was on a leash (for which I was thoroughly grateful), she turned away without making a scene at the deer--still frozen in place.
I know that had she not been on a leash--the chase through the brambles would have been on resulting in hours of cleaning her coat of the prickers she would have picked up. The deer would have crossed the stream and up the hill faster than Makayla could follow--but the noise of the barking dog and crashing deer would have broken the stillness of this early morning wake up slowly time.
I probably would have just taken her to PetSmart for a grooming.
I truly was amazed at Makayla's lack of interest.
I was more fascinated by this creature on the edge of the yard than she was--they are so beautiful when seen alive and not the mangled corpses strewn I normally observe along the highways.
She was so still--watching me watch her. I wondered when she would make her move.
I looked down at Makayla and then back to where she was. Mesmerized.
I am glad the deer are still around the house--they remind me of my past and growing up in the rural area of Central New York State. Where I know life was simpler, the speed slower, and the wildlife more abundant.
The two-lane road that connected us to civilization was a lifeline and a a protection from the hectic life I now live.
I sometimes am reminded of those times by the scents--especially after the rain, like yesterday as the warm, humid air rolled up out of the small creek behind the house loaded with smells of plant matter and fresh growth.
I close my eyes, and remember standing in front of the house I grew up in looking across the fields to the hills in front of me and thinking they seemed so big (I had not yet seen the Rockies) and I had to conquer them (which I did). And seeing a herd of deer on the edge of the fields--just at the forest line.
And in the short time it took me to remember the sights and the smells, when I looked back to where the deer had been standing, so silently she had made her escape.
And I realized--so had I.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Why are the Drawers Empty?
Mornings can be hectic--made more so when Chris is away. I gain a real appreciation for how many things just magically get done in my life--like laundry. When the drawers get low, magically they seem to fill up.
It doesn't happen like that when she is away.
So this week I am again experiencing the joy of life alone--Orioles Baseball on the TV, laundry piling up in the hamper, cleaning the litter box, feeding the cats (why exactly do we have cats?), trying to keep a sense of normalcy in the face of abnormal activity.
The hardest part is trying to ensure Makayla doesn't have to goo too many hours without human contact--12 is about the longest I've ever pushed her bladder.
Wednesday could be a problem! E-day.
Ethan may have to take a ride with me to fetch the dog. He hates going places after school. He would prefer to eat and veggie out after a hard day of Kindergarten learning.
I don't blame him, either. I don't really like going out after work. I become the world's greatest homebody.
Absence makes the heart grow finder, they say.
I find that I just have to work harder.
Oh, and did I mention the blasted rain? What another downer on life.
But the pile in the hamper isn't going to magically disappear this morning--so I need to get moving or the cats will probably take matters into their own paws and the dog may revolt. I sense a coup coming on.
It doesn't happen like that when she is away.
So this week I am again experiencing the joy of life alone--Orioles Baseball on the TV, laundry piling up in the hamper, cleaning the litter box, feeding the cats (why exactly do we have cats?), trying to keep a sense of normalcy in the face of abnormal activity.
The hardest part is trying to ensure Makayla doesn't have to goo too many hours without human contact--12 is about the longest I've ever pushed her bladder.
Wednesday could be a problem! E-day.
Ethan may have to take a ride with me to fetch the dog. He hates going places after school. He would prefer to eat and veggie out after a hard day of Kindergarten learning.
I don't blame him, either. I don't really like going out after work. I become the world's greatest homebody.
Absence makes the heart grow finder, they say.
I find that I just have to work harder.
Oh, and did I mention the blasted rain? What another downer on life.
But the pile in the hamper isn't going to magically disappear this morning--so I need to get moving or the cats will probably take matters into their own paws and the dog may revolt. I sense a coup coming on.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Monday Musings - May 16, 2011
1. Every week has its own rhythm--and this one is already off to a fast start.
2. It is sad that the weather has been too cold for pool activities--it is open and wanting people to play in it, but at 65 degrees--it is just a tad (OK 15 degrees) too cold.
3. Dogs are constants in life--they love and then they love some more no matter what craziness is going on around them.
4. The lawn got mowed yesterday despite the weather forecast--and I got sunburned, too.
5. The swing set saw some brief use yesterday--it still took me longer to trim around it than the kids played on it.
6. It was youth Sunday at church yesterday--how can I bottle some of that energy for later use?
7. Trains, planes, automobiles and buses--the winner in the NYC round-trip is: Bus at $17 each way. That is less than the tolls on the New Jersey Turnpike.
2. It is sad that the weather has been too cold for pool activities--it is open and wanting people to play in it, but at 65 degrees--it is just a tad (OK 15 degrees) too cold.
3. Dogs are constants in life--they love and then they love some more no matter what craziness is going on around them.
4. The lawn got mowed yesterday despite the weather forecast--and I got sunburned, too.
5. The swing set saw some brief use yesterday--it still took me longer to trim around it than the kids played on it.
6. It was youth Sunday at church yesterday--how can I bottle some of that energy for later use?
7. Trains, planes, automobiles and buses--the winner in the NYC round-trip is: Bus at $17 each way. That is less than the tolls on the New Jersey Turnpike.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Staying busy
Let him chase the pool cleaner. Was good for almost 15 minutes.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Something to brighten a gloomy day
Rainy and overcast.
I saw this iris in my garden changing its whole area from gray to color and I realized that while the skies may be rainy and overcast, we still carry sunshine in our hearts.
Friday, May 13, 2011
O's Fantastic Finish
I just have to say--I had the joy of watching a 12-inning baseball game that lasted less that three hours Thursday evening which saw my beloved Orioles come from behind in the bottom of the 12th inning to win.
I saw, for the first time in my life live--two pitchers throw shut-outs for nine innings and neither got the victory or loss. They were magnificent--although, and I'm biased, the Oriole pitcher Zach Britton was better facing only two batters over the minimum of 27 for 9 innings.
The game was scoreless through 11 innings.
And short--efficient and crisp. I have suffered through nine-inning games that took longer to play.
I saw, for the first time in my life live--two pitchers throw shut-outs for nine innings and neither got the victory or loss. They were magnificent--although, and I'm biased, the Oriole pitcher Zach Britton was better facing only two batters over the minimum of 27 for 9 innings.
The game was scoreless through 11 innings.
And short--efficient and crisp. I have suffered through nine-inning games that took longer to play.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Random Photos from Mother's Day
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| I Know It is Here Somewhere |
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| Sharing! Remember? |
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| Got It Together |
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| I Am Smiling |
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| Don't Make Me Laugh--I'm Near the Water |
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| Mothers |
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| Mother and Children |
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| Thinking of Sailing Away? |
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| And Poppop gets Stuck Carrying the Driftwood |
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Zero Tolerance is an Abuse of Justice
There, I wrote it.
I have written it before, although maybe not so direct in Zero Tolerance is for Computers.
In the name of zero tolerance, mindless people in positions of authority blindly apply directives without regard for what makes us different from any other animal or plant on the planet: the ability to reason.
Today, I submit an article from yesterday's Baltimore Sun titled: Two Easton lacrosse players suspended under zero-tolerance policies.
Let me summarize the article for you--but I encourage you to read it for yourself.
Two high school lacrosse players were found to have contraband--a pen knife and a lighter in their lacrosse gear bags during a search of the players for alcohol before a game. The items, as confirmed by the coaches, were used to repair their sticks during matches. The boy with the pen knife, Graham, was handcuffed and charged as a juvenile with possession of a deadly weapon and suspended for 10 days. The other boy, Casey, was suspended for one day for having a lighter which was classified by the school as an explosive device.
Another Baltimore Sun article summarizes the situation as follows:
"Talbot County residents are no doubt sleeping easier after the school system used a policy of zero tolerance for deadly weapons to crack down on two high school lacrosse players who were caught with a small penknife and a lighter used to repair their sticks. However, we feel it important to warn them that they still may not be safe. After all, we hear that the baseball and softball players bring dozens of long, aluminum clubs with them to games and practices. For that matter, children as young as kindergarten routinely carry sharp, wooden sticks, and there are even special machines in virtually every classroom to hone these "pencils" to murderous points."
Here is the problem--on the sidelines of lacrosse matches coaches and officials considered these to be tools of the sport. In the equipment bags on the bus headed to the game they were considered contraband by a school official.
The ramifications of the actoons of the principal on these boys' future college careers could be significant, by having to report a suspension on their applications. Further aggravated by the school superintendent's letter to Graham's parents which read: ""Given the severity of this violation expulsion is warranted," she wrote to the family in a letter in April. But because of extenuating circumstances, she said, she would allow the student to return to school after 10 days."
Really?
This is mindless application of rules without engaging the brain.
And people wonder why educators (think about this for a moment), are held in low esteem by many people. The very people who should be advocating for the application of reason and common sense are the very ones mindlessly applying rules without thinking--is a pen knife in a lacrosse bag really a dangerous weapon for which a high school senior should be suspended? Especially when it is used as a tool and has been approved for use as a tool by other educators (the coaches)? And then the superintendent writes a letter like what was written.
And don't forget--Graham served the entire suspension (missing valuable teaching time) while his parents attempted to appeal after being given erroneous information about not being able to appeal. So whether he is cleared or not and ultimately gets his record expunged--the punishment was served.
Casey is also working to get his record expunged, too. The school handbook, reportedly, does not define a lighter as an explosive device.
What is the message here?
Maybe going to college makes people dumber?
No the real message is that we need to be able to apply rational thinking to situations and not hide under a zero tolerance policy.
I have written it before, although maybe not so direct in Zero Tolerance is for Computers.
In the name of zero tolerance, mindless people in positions of authority blindly apply directives without regard for what makes us different from any other animal or plant on the planet: the ability to reason.
Today, I submit an article from yesterday's Baltimore Sun titled: Two Easton lacrosse players suspended under zero-tolerance policies.
Let me summarize the article for you--but I encourage you to read it for yourself.
Two high school lacrosse players were found to have contraband--a pen knife and a lighter in their lacrosse gear bags during a search of the players for alcohol before a game. The items, as confirmed by the coaches, were used to repair their sticks during matches. The boy with the pen knife, Graham, was handcuffed and charged as a juvenile with possession of a deadly weapon and suspended for 10 days. The other boy, Casey, was suspended for one day for having a lighter which was classified by the school as an explosive device.
Another Baltimore Sun article summarizes the situation as follows:
"Talbot County residents are no doubt sleeping easier after the school system used a policy of zero tolerance for deadly weapons to crack down on two high school lacrosse players who were caught with a small penknife and a lighter used to repair their sticks. However, we feel it important to warn them that they still may not be safe. After all, we hear that the baseball and softball players bring dozens of long, aluminum clubs with them to games and practices. For that matter, children as young as kindergarten routinely carry sharp, wooden sticks, and there are even special machines in virtually every classroom to hone these "pencils" to murderous points."
Here is the problem--on the sidelines of lacrosse matches coaches and officials considered these to be tools of the sport. In the equipment bags on the bus headed to the game they were considered contraband by a school official.
The ramifications of the actoons of the principal on these boys' future college careers could be significant, by having to report a suspension on their applications. Further aggravated by the school superintendent's letter to Graham's parents which read: ""Given the severity of this violation expulsion is warranted," she wrote to the family in a letter in April. But because of extenuating circumstances, she said, she would allow the student to return to school after 10 days."
Really?
This is mindless application of rules without engaging the brain.
And people wonder why educators (think about this for a moment), are held in low esteem by many people. The very people who should be advocating for the application of reason and common sense are the very ones mindlessly applying rules without thinking--is a pen knife in a lacrosse bag really a dangerous weapon for which a high school senior should be suspended? Especially when it is used as a tool and has been approved for use as a tool by other educators (the coaches)? And then the superintendent writes a letter like what was written.
And don't forget--Graham served the entire suspension (missing valuable teaching time) while his parents attempted to appeal after being given erroneous information about not being able to appeal. So whether he is cleared or not and ultimately gets his record expunged--the punishment was served.
Casey is also working to get his record expunged, too. The school handbook, reportedly, does not define a lighter as an explosive device.
What is the message here?
Maybe going to college makes people dumber?
No the real message is that we need to be able to apply rational thinking to situations and not hide under a zero tolerance policy.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Reflections on Annapolis
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| Annapolis Statehouse |
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| Annapolis |
The streets were crowded with shoppers and walkers and the occasional Navy-whites clad academy students making their way through the crowd.
It was pleasant.
The traffic was snarled, as it usually is but no one seemed to mind to much--that is just the way it is. Annapolis is like that. Don't go there is you worry about getting snarled in traffic--you will.
Sunday, Mother's Day, a day to remember.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Monday Musings - May 9, 2011
1. A day to remember Mother's. And I realized--for a lot of people there is pain associated with the day. Raw emotions of loss and emotions of not being able to have. Yet we are all children and it is a necessary time to remember Moms.
2. A week later and he is still in the news--Osama bin Laden-that just tells me how much he affected all of us in his hatred for our way of life and the threat he posed.
3. I saw the locust trees were in bloom along the road and I remarked to Chris that I hadn't seen them around the house yet. But, as we returned last evening after the day in Annapolis, I smelled their sweet fragrance on the breeze and knew that while I hadn't seen them, they were still there.
4. Chris and I remarked while driving yesterday that the leaves have fully filled in the blank spaces of the trees. Spring has done its job and we are ready for summer. If only the temperatures would cooperate.
5. I have to brag a bit, as Chris and I were driving to Annapolis yesterday with the top down on the convertible, she looked at me and remarked: "I love this car on days like this."
6. I love the car every day--yesterday was just the icing on the cake.
7. Another reflection on yesterday's adventure: the day had every marking of a catastrophe in the making, nine people in four different vehicles with occupants on four different missions all coming together in a small crowded city to spend time together shopping and wandering around. BUT--amazingly, it worked, really well. Congrats to all. And dinner was a good choice, too. Next year, let's try to be a bit more green! But, maybe it worked because everyone knew they could pull out at anytime and no one felt trapped in a bad situation they could not extricate themselves from. And as it turns out--it wasn't bad.
8. Just a note on the Orioles. That sucking sound coming from Camden Yards is the Orioles season going down the drain unless they can figure out how to score more than 2.3 runs per game (last three games). For the season, the pitchers ERA is 4.77 and the batters are only scoring 3.91 runs per game--someone tell me how that is going to work out at the end of the season. I'm not a genius--but I can see that the math does not add up.
9. Discovered while shopping yesterday: there is one thing I do like to shop for and that is wine. Especially when samples are offered!
10. Coolest thing discovered when shopping yesterday--Himalayan Mineral Salt--it is a nice shade of pink.
2. A week later and he is still in the news--Osama bin Laden-that just tells me how much he affected all of us in his hatred for our way of life and the threat he posed.
3. I saw the locust trees were in bloom along the road and I remarked to Chris that I hadn't seen them around the house yet. But, as we returned last evening after the day in Annapolis, I smelled their sweet fragrance on the breeze and knew that while I hadn't seen them, they were still there.
4. Chris and I remarked while driving yesterday that the leaves have fully filled in the blank spaces of the trees. Spring has done its job and we are ready for summer. If only the temperatures would cooperate.
5. I have to brag a bit, as Chris and I were driving to Annapolis yesterday with the top down on the convertible, she looked at me and remarked: "I love this car on days like this."
6. I love the car every day--yesterday was just the icing on the cake.
7. Another reflection on yesterday's adventure: the day had every marking of a catastrophe in the making, nine people in four different vehicles with occupants on four different missions all coming together in a small crowded city to spend time together shopping and wandering around. BUT--amazingly, it worked, really well. Congrats to all. And dinner was a good choice, too. Next year, let's try to be a bit more green! But, maybe it worked because everyone knew they could pull out at anytime and no one felt trapped in a bad situation they could not extricate themselves from. And as it turns out--it wasn't bad.
8. Just a note on the Orioles. That sucking sound coming from Camden Yards is the Orioles season going down the drain unless they can figure out how to score more than 2.3 runs per game (last three games). For the season, the pitchers ERA is 4.77 and the batters are only scoring 3.91 runs per game--someone tell me how that is going to work out at the end of the season. I'm not a genius--but I can see that the math does not add up.
9. Discovered while shopping yesterday: there is one thing I do like to shop for and that is wine. Especially when samples are offered!
10. Coolest thing discovered when shopping yesterday--Himalayan Mineral Salt--it is a nice shade of pink.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Annapolis on Mother's Day
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| A Mom is Always "On Call" |
Cameras flashing and the mothers in the group were enjoying their special day.
It was a beautiful day
Mother's Day - 2011
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers everywhere.
I had the experience of going to the mall yesterday to get a gift for my love and the mother of my children--and I can report that even though I was there early--the mall was under siege by hundreds of other men, many with small children, who were similarly trying to find the perfect last minute gift.
The store I was in actually was using a sign in sheet to control the crowd and ensure fair service.
I got a bit behind the power curve this year and I was reminded why I like internet shopping better. No lines and I don't have to leave home.
But I procrastinated.
Ugh.
Even so, happy Mother's Day to all mothers everywhere.
I hope your day meets all of your expectations.
I had the experience of going to the mall yesterday to get a gift for my love and the mother of my children--and I can report that even though I was there early--the mall was under siege by hundreds of other men, many with small children, who were similarly trying to find the perfect last minute gift.
The store I was in actually was using a sign in sheet to control the crowd and ensure fair service.
I got a bit behind the power curve this year and I was reminded why I like internet shopping better. No lines and I don't have to leave home.
But I procrastinated.
Ugh.
Even so, happy Mother's Day to all mothers everywhere.
I hope your day meets all of your expectations.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Saturday
What is it about Saturdays?
They seem to be full of so much promise and potential that I hate to waste even a moment. But then, I also love the idea that I don't have to be anywhere in the morning and can watch the Today Show, drink coffee, rread the paper, surf the web, and take a couple hours to just soak it all in befire charging off on some mission to buy stuff to complete a project and keep myself busy the rest of the day.
Of course if i get bored, I can always go shopping. Like that is something I would ever look forward to doing.
But I am lucky.
The rhythm of my week is generally Monday to Friday with weekends off. So I can plan my weekend inactivity.
Others, do not have such a luxury. Someone has to work weekends, and nights. Their weekly rhythm is very different and perhaps changes every week or so. I wonder how they adapt to the differences and if they feel as if the world does not consider their contributions since they are outside the normal view of work and life? Although--from my experience being on vacation a couple of weeks ago I can report that shopping on a Tuesday is far more pleasant than fighting the Saturday crowds.
So as I sit here planning my Saturday, oblivious to the sacrifices of those who allow me to be relaxed and complacent, I need to pause for a moment to consider the health care professionals, the police and firemen, the military and civilians in the DoD who are standing guard or who are on watch protecting our borders, and even the postal person who will bring the mail later today so I can get my weekly edition of Time magazine before it goes on sale in the stores--I have it good.
The birds are cheering the dawning of the day outside my window--so I really need to get moving.
I love Saturdays.
They seem to be full of so much promise and potential that I hate to waste even a moment. But then, I also love the idea that I don't have to be anywhere in the morning and can watch the Today Show, drink coffee, rread the paper, surf the web, and take a couple hours to just soak it all in befire charging off on some mission to buy stuff to complete a project and keep myself busy the rest of the day.
Of course if i get bored, I can always go shopping. Like that is something I would ever look forward to doing.
But I am lucky.
The rhythm of my week is generally Monday to Friday with weekends off. So I can plan my weekend inactivity.
Others, do not have such a luxury. Someone has to work weekends, and nights. Their weekly rhythm is very different and perhaps changes every week or so. I wonder how they adapt to the differences and if they feel as if the world does not consider their contributions since they are outside the normal view of work and life? Although--from my experience being on vacation a couple of weeks ago I can report that shopping on a Tuesday is far more pleasant than fighting the Saturday crowds.
So as I sit here planning my Saturday, oblivious to the sacrifices of those who allow me to be relaxed and complacent, I need to pause for a moment to consider the health care professionals, the police and firemen, the military and civilians in the DoD who are standing guard or who are on watch protecting our borders, and even the postal person who will bring the mail later today so I can get my weekly edition of Time magazine before it goes on sale in the stores--I have it good.
The birds are cheering the dawning of the day outside my window--so I really need to get moving.
I love Saturdays.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Insurance--Legally Required Rip-off
I've been on a slow burn at my insurance company for a while now. It seems that despite the economic realities of recessions and declining income that insurers have decided that since insurance is required--home and auto, they can continue to raise rates.
I was shocked to find that my home insurance increased $200 last year AND they tacked on a surcharge for having a "history" of claims. Really? Isn't that what insurance is for? Yes, we were vandalized in 2008--robbed even, although officially is it listed as being vandalized. We were the victims! And we are still being victimized--by the insurance company. That is the only claim I've filed on my homeowners insurance that I have had with them for over ten years. Someone needs to explain how a single event becomes a history of claims. Maybe a history of "claim" but there certainly can be no plural.
It really bugs me when I see ads on TV for my insurance company--and then realize that's what they are doing with my premium money--buying airtime to increase the customer base--which increases the risk and ultimately makes my rates continue to increase.
I called them to inquire about the surcharge and the rate increase. You know that I received that standard "blah, blah, blah" answer.
Here is the rub--when I surveyed the other insurers--I couldn't do enough better in savings to make it worthwhile to go through the pain of changing from the company which has insured my family for more than 30 years.
But they have broken the faith with me.
Then my auto insurance renewed. Ugh. Another modest increase because the annual mileage on one of my vehicles increased. Why does it never seem to go down?
I surveyed other auto insurers and found that my policy is the most aggressively priced--even Geiko couldn't beat it--if you can believe that. And State Farm was incredibly high by comparison.
And so I'm trapped--stuck with a company which I increasingly do not trust and would dearly like ot stop doing business with, but economics keeps us together.
Kind of like China buying so much US debt--we would love not to have China buying our debt--but then we keep creating debt.
As long as insurance is required, I will continue to be a policy owner--but I will continue to aggressively search for he better deal. It is out there, somewhere!
I was shocked to find that my home insurance increased $200 last year AND they tacked on a surcharge for having a "history" of claims. Really? Isn't that what insurance is for? Yes, we were vandalized in 2008--robbed even, although officially is it listed as being vandalized. We were the victims! And we are still being victimized--by the insurance company. That is the only claim I've filed on my homeowners insurance that I have had with them for over ten years. Someone needs to explain how a single event becomes a history of claims. Maybe a history of "claim" but there certainly can be no plural.
It really bugs me when I see ads on TV for my insurance company--and then realize that's what they are doing with my premium money--buying airtime to increase the customer base--which increases the risk and ultimately makes my rates continue to increase.
I called them to inquire about the surcharge and the rate increase. You know that I received that standard "blah, blah, blah" answer.
Here is the rub--when I surveyed the other insurers--I couldn't do enough better in savings to make it worthwhile to go through the pain of changing from the company which has insured my family for more than 30 years.
But they have broken the faith with me.
Then my auto insurance renewed. Ugh. Another modest increase because the annual mileage on one of my vehicles increased. Why does it never seem to go down?
I surveyed other auto insurers and found that my policy is the most aggressively priced--even Geiko couldn't beat it--if you can believe that. And State Farm was incredibly high by comparison.
And so I'm trapped--stuck with a company which I increasingly do not trust and would dearly like ot stop doing business with, but economics keeps us together.
Kind of like China buying so much US debt--we would love not to have China buying our debt--but then we keep creating debt.
As long as insurance is required, I will continue to be a policy owner--but I will continue to aggressively search for he better deal. It is out there, somewhere!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Cinco de Mayo
It is the fifth of May--and a huge holiday for North America.
It is my favorite foreign holiday--but in reality it should be a US holiday as well because of what our Mexican brothers did for all of us in throwing off the chains of colonial aggression in 1862.
Read about it at Cinco de Mayo.
Happy Cinco de Mayo--and may all your tequila be smooth.
Read about it at Cinco de Mayo.
Happy Cinco de Mayo--and may all your tequila be smooth.
Outdoor Living
It finally happened this year.
We found an outdoor living suite which we both agreed upon and in a moment of insanity or lucidity, we purchased the outdoor living furniture of our dreams to install under the deck next to our beloved, albeit underused, tiki bar.
As some know, it arrived yesterday at the house, unannounced, in three huge boxes which I needed to zip home and get out of the rain. Yes it is outdoor furniture so that dampness should not be a problem, but I hate playing with wet Chinese cardboard. Yes, it was made in and shipped from China.
The area looks fantastic and if we can keep the mosquitoes away long enough to actually enjoy sitting out there when the temperatures finally begin to stabilize somewhere above 75 degrees, I can imagine bottles of wine consumed with friends under the dancing light from the tiki torches as the evening falls and the bats begin playing in the air above the open space the is the pool.
It was too cold last evening to enjoy the newness for more than just a few minutes.
But my mind was full of visions of the future and the pool is open. All that is missing is--warmth!
But summer is coming! At least that is what the calendar says and we are ready for its arrival a bit more each day.
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| Martha Stewart Lily Bay Outdoor Living |
As some know, it arrived yesterday at the house, unannounced, in three huge boxes which I needed to zip home and get out of the rain. Yes it is outdoor furniture so that dampness should not be a problem, but I hate playing with wet Chinese cardboard. Yes, it was made in and shipped from China.
The area looks fantastic and if we can keep the mosquitoes away long enough to actually enjoy sitting out there when the temperatures finally begin to stabilize somewhere above 75 degrees, I can imagine bottles of wine consumed with friends under the dancing light from the tiki torches as the evening falls and the bats begin playing in the air above the open space the is the pool.
It was too cold last evening to enjoy the newness for more than just a few minutes.
But my mind was full of visions of the future and the pool is open. All that is missing is--warmth!
But summer is coming! At least that is what the calendar says and we are ready for its arrival a bit more each day.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Cindy's on a Tuesday Night
The local hang out in Elkridge, MD is the soft serve ice cream shop--Cindy's.
On warm summer evenings the lines can stretch to the street as the locals stand in line to get some ice cream or other frozen treat.
Last evening, Chris and I decided to make one of our infrequent visits to Cindy's along with the ever faithful Makayla.
The evening was warm--but not hot. Low humidity and of course the mosquitoes were not yet biting too badly.
It was busy--but not mobbed. I was amazed at how many young people there were--but Chris reminded me that the local school does not start classes until 9:30 AM.
The servings are ample and the prices fair.
We have been enjoying Cindy's for many years now and the opening of Cindy's in April is an event not to be missed. The closing in October is always sad as it precedes the coming winter.
But for now--Cindy's' is open and it is the place to be in Elkridge on a warm evening.
The kids were amazed at Makayla's fur last evening as they played and alternatively came over to enjoy her. And she them.
It is a sign that the season is changing from cold to warm. I was attired in shorts, sandals and a tee shirt--good mid-summer fare even though it is only May.
Cindy's--we enjoy it. And we can hang out with the other residents of Elkridge and enjoy a soft serve ice cream without the hassle.
On warm summer evenings the lines can stretch to the street as the locals stand in line to get some ice cream or other frozen treat.
Last evening, Chris and I decided to make one of our infrequent visits to Cindy's along with the ever faithful Makayla.
The evening was warm--but not hot. Low humidity and of course the mosquitoes were not yet biting too badly.
It was busy--but not mobbed. I was amazed at how many young people there were--but Chris reminded me that the local school does not start classes until 9:30 AM.
The servings are ample and the prices fair.
We have been enjoying Cindy's for many years now and the opening of Cindy's in April is an event not to be missed. The closing in October is always sad as it precedes the coming winter.
But for now--Cindy's' is open and it is the place to be in Elkridge on a warm evening.
The kids were amazed at Makayla's fur last evening as they played and alternatively came over to enjoy her. And she them.
It is a sign that the season is changing from cold to warm. I was attired in shorts, sandals and a tee shirt--good mid-summer fare even though it is only May.
Cindy's--we enjoy it. And we can hang out with the other residents of Elkridge and enjoy a soft serve ice cream without the hassle.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Springtime Azalea
Mine are not large, but they do provide that splash of pizazz in the yard.
I have been fascinated by the size of the blooms and their pure white appearance.
All through the summer, I forget how beautiful they are during the springtime--but every year they remind me.
My red bush is just full of color sitting next to the already growing large hostas on the north side of the house.
I only wish they stayed in bloom all of the summer--the color is stunning!
And I am enjoying them every day.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Thoughts of the Day - May 2, 2011 The Day After a Terrorist is Dispatched
Minutes later, more word came over the transom. "We've IDed Geronimo," said a disembodied voice, using the agreed-upon code name for America's most wanted enemy, Osama bin Laden. Word then came that Geronimo had been killed. Time Magazine
And with those words--a ten year effort to eradicate the mastermind of 9/11 was concluded.
Said the president: "I think we can all agree this is a good day for America." The Guardian
The woman who bin Laden tried to use as a human shield was killed in the U.S. raid, Brennan said. Whether she shielded him willingly is not known. ABC News
What a brave terrorist! Afraid to face the sentence he exacted upon so many people who died far braver that he did.
"Thinking about that from a visual perspective, here is bin Laden, who has been calling for these attacks, living in this million-dollar-plus compound; living in an area that is far removed from the front; hiding behind women who were put in front of him as a shield," Brennan told reporters. "I think it really just speaks to just how false his narrative has been over the years." Channel 4 Nashville
And then the Toby Keith song: Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue
Hey, Uncle Sam put your name
At the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And it's going to be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And it will feel like the whole wide world
Is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy
Of the Red, White and Blue
Oh, justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
You'll be sorry that you messed
With the U.S. of A.
Cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way
Or maybe a bullet in your head!
And with those words--a ten year effort to eradicate the mastermind of 9/11 was concluded.
Said the president: "I think we can all agree this is a good day for America." The Guardian
The woman who bin Laden tried to use as a human shield was killed in the U.S. raid, Brennan said. Whether she shielded him willingly is not known. ABC News
What a brave terrorist! Afraid to face the sentence he exacted upon so many people who died far braver that he did.
"Thinking about that from a visual perspective, here is bin Laden, who has been calling for these attacks, living in this million-dollar-plus compound; living in an area that is far removed from the front; hiding behind women who were put in front of him as a shield," Brennan told reporters. "I think it really just speaks to just how false his narrative has been over the years." Channel 4 Nashville
And then the Toby Keith song: Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue
Hey, Uncle Sam put your name
At the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And it's going to be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And it will feel like the whole wide world
Is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy
Of the Red, White and Blue
Oh, justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
You'll be sorry that you messed
With the U.S. of A.
Cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way
Or maybe a bullet in your head!
Monday Musings - May 2, 2011
1. Yesterday was May Day -- a holiday in much of the world which Americans do not celebrate, yet!
2. When I went to bed last night, I had no idea what a band of brave American special forces had been doing earlier in the day. I was awakened about 10:30 PM to the sound of the telephone and Patrick telling me to turn on the TV because the President was going to make an announcement that Osama Bin Laden was dead. About an hour later--he did in fact announce the demise of the mastermind of 9/11.
3. As I watch the news about the death of Bin Laden--I am amazed at the spontaneous demonstrations that occurred across the United States--he is, after all, perhaps the most hunted criminal in the history of the United States.
4. We planted our herb garden yesterday, dodging raindrops to get the plants into the ground. But, we got the plants planted as are anticipating fresh herbs very soon.
5. As we sat out by the pool Saturday evening with the grandsons, both Chris and I remarked on how great the area looks with the pool open as opposed to closed. Even though we have not been in it yet--the promise of fun in the sun is powerful.
6. Amazingly, the Orioles have climbed back to .500 at 13-13 and remain within striking distance of the hated Yankees. Even better--we are third in the AL East--crawling out of the cellar during the weekend.
7. The swing-set got its first workout, the boys played on it for all of about 15 minutes the other day. I've spent more time than that disassembling and reassembling it--not to mention transporting it.
8. It is going to be a cool and rainy week--a good week for indoor activities.
2. When I went to bed last night, I had no idea what a band of brave American special forces had been doing earlier in the day. I was awakened about 10:30 PM to the sound of the telephone and Patrick telling me to turn on the TV because the President was going to make an announcement that Osama Bin Laden was dead. About an hour later--he did in fact announce the demise of the mastermind of 9/11.
3. As I watch the news about the death of Bin Laden--I am amazed at the spontaneous demonstrations that occurred across the United States--he is, after all, perhaps the most hunted criminal in the history of the United States.
4. We planted our herb garden yesterday, dodging raindrops to get the plants into the ground. But, we got the plants planted as are anticipating fresh herbs very soon.
5. As we sat out by the pool Saturday evening with the grandsons, both Chris and I remarked on how great the area looks with the pool open as opposed to closed. Even though we have not been in it yet--the promise of fun in the sun is powerful.
6. Amazingly, the Orioles have climbed back to .500 at 13-13 and remain within striking distance of the hated Yankees. Even better--we are third in the AL East--crawling out of the cellar during the weekend.
7. The swing-set got its first workout, the boys played on it for all of about 15 minutes the other day. I've spent more time than that disassembling and reassembling it--not to mention transporting it.
8. It is going to be a cool and rainy week--a good week for indoor activities.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Dynamic Duo Create Memorable House Concert Evening
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| Jill Sobule at Cellar Music |
The crowd on Friday night was really into the music and allowed the performers to really highlight their abilities and their work. Both of the song writer-performers interacted well with the crowd and the closeness of the setting highlighted the well developed talents of both performers.
The wine, other drinks and the munchies that everyone brought also make this venue as spectacular place to interact with singer-songwriters. It is clear why the home concert venue is a superior place to support the arts--it is an enjoyable experience, not at all like being crammed into a stadium designed for sports activities and then trying to enjoy a performance at binocular range. Being able to interact with the performers on a personal level is what makes it all work.
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| ellen cherry |
Her guitar work was easy and smooth. The stories she told about each of her songs provided a great introduction to the songs--and her vocal work did not disappoint. I enjoyed her clear, strong voice coupled with her direct interaction with the crowd. She was a pleasure to meet and her music and personality fit very well into the house concert format.
Jill Sobule, the main act of the evening, performed two sets and demonstrated an innate ability to interact with the people at the concert. She has an easy personality which comes through in her music. Probably the highlights of the evening were the times when she got the crowd to sing along--even on songs that until she performed them, were unfamiliar to everyone.
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| Jill Sobule |
Jill has a great sense of humor and her music reflects her unique perspective on the world. Her style is real--strong and self-assured. She interacted well with the people assembled to hear her music. She covered one song that she used to get the crowd singing along with her--and it worked very well as nearly everyone sang along with her. I think she truly enjoyed the response her music received from the crowd and she continued to make the evening an interactive experience through nearly every one of her songs.
Her songs speak to the pain and trouble she has experienced in her life. Her broken heart and the scars that she carries. She expresses her feelings in a sarcasm that while designed to make people smile or even laugh, but is is a thin veil for deeper hurt hidden in the song lyrics.
A great evening and a big thanks go to the hosts--Cellar Music--keep them coming, this was by far the best one yet.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Pool is Open
Saturday--Pool Opening Day 2011
It is pool opening Saturday--something I forecast back in January, but almost decided to delay a week or two into May.
The weather is scheduled to be awesome.
The pump is already assembled and ops checked.
The water is clear and the desire is there.
Are you ready for some clear, cold water?
I certainly am. But unless the cover gets off the pool it is not going to get any warmer.
The opening of the pool ushers in the summertime season for all of us. It provides a true escape from the hastle of everyday life and I know the thought of falling into the pool after an especially log day at work often is the driving force for getting me successfully through the day.
Asleep on a floatie, a beer in my hand, baking in the afternoon sun.
Can it possibly get better than that?
BTW--today is the last day of April 2011. The year is 120 days old already. Where did it go?
The weather is scheduled to be awesome.
The pump is already assembled and ops checked.
The water is clear and the desire is there.
Are you ready for some clear, cold water?
I certainly am. But unless the cover gets off the pool it is not going to get any warmer.
The opening of the pool ushers in the summertime season for all of us. It provides a true escape from the hastle of everyday life and I know the thought of falling into the pool after an especially log day at work often is the driving force for getting me successfully through the day.
Asleep on a floatie, a beer in my hand, baking in the afternoon sun.
Can it possibly get better than that?
BTW--today is the last day of April 2011. The year is 120 days old already. Where did it go?
Friday, April 29, 2011
Storms
The past few days have seen some terrible weather across the eastern half of the United States.
I work with people who are keeping tabs on loved ones and friends in the south--specifically Alabama; and I also found out that a rare tornado hit in my hometown in upstate NY destroying the house of a family friend.
These are the times when the best of people come out.
The sense of community and caring for those who suffer loss.
I watched the news the other night from Missouri where the flooding is occurring--and thought of my sister who lives there--wondering how the flooding was affecting her.
The news is bad.
Wednesday evening we watched the news as it was tracking possible tornado laden storms across our area--within miles of Nicole and Mike's house.
We prayed then. We pray now.
And we offer assistance to those who are hardest hit by the severe weather.
Weather is one of those things that transcends life and places in perspective our daily work--it can all be changed in so short a time.
So help those who are afflicted by the severe weather--be it wind or flood or earthquake or tsunami.
Be a commmunity united to help .
I work with people who are keeping tabs on loved ones and friends in the south--specifically Alabama; and I also found out that a rare tornado hit in my hometown in upstate NY destroying the house of a family friend.
These are the times when the best of people come out.
The sense of community and caring for those who suffer loss.
I watched the news the other night from Missouri where the flooding is occurring--and thought of my sister who lives there--wondering how the flooding was affecting her.
The news is bad.
Wednesday evening we watched the news as it was tracking possible tornado laden storms across our area--within miles of Nicole and Mike's house.
We prayed then. We pray now.
And we offer assistance to those who are hardest hit by the severe weather.
Weather is one of those things that transcends life and places in perspective our daily work--it can all be changed in so short a time.
So help those who are afflicted by the severe weather--be it wind or flood or earthquake or tsunami.
Be a commmunity united to help .
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Birthers Fuss and Lose
President Obama released his birth certificate yesterday.
He was trying to hope the fuss would draw down and that no one would be unduly embarassed. But the fanatics wouldn't back down even in view of all of the evidence against their position.
They should have.
I like this quote for why he released the copy of the birth certificate:
"The president believed the distraction over his birth certificate wasn't good for the country," Pfeiffer said. "It may have been good politics and good (television), but it was bad for the American people and distracting from the many challenges we face as a country," according to CNN.
It was an issue with no possible happuy ending--except if the challengers has politely withdrawn before having the hard evidence used against them like a sludge hammer.
But alas--people will believe almost anything if they want it to be true.
I'm told some people believe the world is flat--because they clearly cannot see the curve on the horizon.
And the moon is made of green cheese, too.
And donkey's fly.
And Donald Trump has a chance of being president after making the following assertion: "Donald Trump recently seized on the issue, saying he had doubts about Obama's background." again according to CNN.
What a great way to invite the opponent in for a meal--
said the spider to the fly!
He was trying to hope the fuss would draw down and that no one would be unduly embarassed. But the fanatics wouldn't back down even in view of all of the evidence against their position.
They should have.
I like this quote for why he released the copy of the birth certificate:
"The president believed the distraction over his birth certificate wasn't good for the country," Pfeiffer said. "It may have been good politics and good (television), but it was bad for the American people and distracting from the many challenges we face as a country," according to CNN.
It was an issue with no possible happuy ending--except if the challengers has politely withdrawn before having the hard evidence used against them like a sludge hammer.
But alas--people will believe almost anything if they want it to be true.
I'm told some people believe the world is flat--because they clearly cannot see the curve on the horizon.
And the moon is made of green cheese, too.
And donkey's fly.
And Donald Trump has a chance of being president after making the following assertion: "Donald Trump recently seized on the issue, saying he had doubts about Obama's background." again according to CNN.
What a great way to invite the opponent in for a meal--
said the spider to the fly!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Standing in Line to Check Out
Pet peeve!
Everyday I go to the cafeteria for lunch. I am fortunate to have a very well stocked cafeteria so close to where I work and that it provides generally high quality food at a reasonable price.
Here's the rub: people who are at the cashier and it seems the first time they even think about paying for their food is when the cashier tells them how much.
And then--it dawns on them:
They need to get into their purse or wallet and find money--sorting through or over all kinds of obstacles while the line behind them right at the busiest lunch hour time grows longer.
And if fumbling around in their purse for their wallet isn't enough--then they decide they want to pay with exact change and start rummaging through the change purse for the elusive dime that isn't there.
And my lunch is getting cold.
And my frustration level is rising because I have my money in my hand ready for the cashier so a not to inconvenience the people behind me and subject them to my incompetence at finding money in my belongings.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of watching the tragedy unfold in front of me, the transaction seems complete; except, now all of the belongings and purses need to be put away and heaven forbid if there was change involved--that too must be carefully put away at a pace likening the speed at which glaciers covered the land.
And my hot chili is now becoming so cold that I wonder if I should microwave it--but that would require getting out of line again.
So I step to the counter and hand my $5 bill at the cashier and smile pleasantly because I know it is not his or her fault that some people don't think about things in advance.
I say "Have a great day!" and I mean it because I'm sure they are as frustrated as I am at the scene which they witness countless times per day.
Everyday I go to the cafeteria for lunch. I am fortunate to have a very well stocked cafeteria so close to where I work and that it provides generally high quality food at a reasonable price.
Here's the rub: people who are at the cashier and it seems the first time they even think about paying for their food is when the cashier tells them how much.
And then--it dawns on them:
They need to get into their purse or wallet and find money--sorting through or over all kinds of obstacles while the line behind them right at the busiest lunch hour time grows longer.
And if fumbling around in their purse for their wallet isn't enough--then they decide they want to pay with exact change and start rummaging through the change purse for the elusive dime that isn't there.
And my lunch is getting cold.
And my frustration level is rising because I have my money in my hand ready for the cashier so a not to inconvenience the people behind me and subject them to my incompetence at finding money in my belongings.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of watching the tragedy unfold in front of me, the transaction seems complete; except, now all of the belongings and purses need to be put away and heaven forbid if there was change involved--that too must be carefully put away at a pace likening the speed at which glaciers covered the land.
And my hot chili is now becoming so cold that I wonder if I should microwave it--but that would require getting out of line again.
So I step to the counter and hand my $5 bill at the cashier and smile pleasantly because I know it is not his or her fault that some people don't think about things in advance.
I say "Have a great day!" and I mean it because I'm sure they are as frustrated as I am at the scene which they witness countless times per day.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Losers Whine and Winners Win
Ugh! I hate it.
I suffered through an 11 inning game of baseball on Sunday afternoon (Easter Sunday) sandwiched around dinner, Easter Egg Hunts, and grand children only to see the O's come from behind to tie the game and then be robbed of the winning run in the bottom of the ninth--followed by a total defensive collapse to lose in the 11th.
And so I'm doing the loser whine.
I hate the thought of replay in baseball, but I have to think that it would help teams who have to play the Yankees and Red Sox get better calls on critical, game-turning plays.
In my mind, and that of many sports writers, Andino should have been ruled safe at the plate and the O's credited with a win over the Yankees.
But--it was not so.
Like A-rod's homerun last year to win a game after he had clearly struck out looking, teams like the Yankees get the breaks.
I have to assume noble intent on the part of the umpires--but how many more times time do I have to see obvious bad calls go against the Orioles before I can send a letter off to the commissioner of baseball with even a glimmer of hope that it would reach his desk.
It is bad enough that the payroll of the Yankees is over twice that of the O's--but to get seemingly all of the close calls as well? Come on. The Yankees don't need help to win--yet they seem to get it consistently.
Maybe there is a place for instant replay in baseball on more than just home runs. If only to ensure the playing field is truly "level" so to speak.
I suffered through an 11 inning game of baseball on Sunday afternoon (Easter Sunday) sandwiched around dinner, Easter Egg Hunts, and grand children only to see the O's come from behind to tie the game and then be robbed of the winning run in the bottom of the ninth--followed by a total defensive collapse to lose in the 11th.
And so I'm doing the loser whine.
I hate the thought of replay in baseball, but I have to think that it would help teams who have to play the Yankees and Red Sox get better calls on critical, game-turning plays.
In my mind, and that of many sports writers, Andino should have been ruled safe at the plate and the O's credited with a win over the Yankees.
But--it was not so.
Like A-rod's homerun last year to win a game after he had clearly struck out looking, teams like the Yankees get the breaks.
I have to assume noble intent on the part of the umpires--but how many more times time do I have to see obvious bad calls go against the Orioles before I can send a letter off to the commissioner of baseball with even a glimmer of hope that it would reach his desk.
It is bad enough that the payroll of the Yankees is over twice that of the O's--but to get seemingly all of the close calls as well? Come on. The Yankees don't need help to win--yet they seem to get it consistently.
Maybe there is a place for instant replay in baseball on more than just home runs. If only to ensure the playing field is truly "level" so to speak.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday Musings - April 25, 2011
1. Going back to work after a week away is hard. It gets harder every year it seems as I truly begin to evaluate the point at which I will no longer have to work at a job everyday to enjoy the life I desire.
2. The rain and gloom of stormy days makes the days of blue skies and sun more enjoyable.
3. Kids are fun to enjoy at Easter.
4. Easter Eggs Hunts can be very competitive.
5. Where did you go over Spring Break? I spent a week in exotic Elkridge. It sure isn't Napa.
6. I've heard about sta-cations--where people vacation at home. I think I've just completed a wor-sta-cation where I worked my tail off staying at home for a week!
7. Riordan has been back from his walk-about for over a week now--and we are still paranoid about his disappearances around the house. The other day we could not find him in his usual spots and nearly called 9-1-1. We did find him sleeping peacefully under the covers--yes under the covers, on one of the guest beds.
8. Chaos. That's what happens when a freak thunderstorm pops up in the middle of an Easter Egg Hunt. I know there are still some eggs out there waiting to be found.
9. I'm reading a new book which theorizes that the Last Supper actually occurred on Wednesday rather than the more traditionally held Thursday of Holy Week. I know that some time ago, when I looked at the the gospels in detail that I felt much the same--there was too much stuff happening between sundown Thursday and 9 AM Friday for it all to work. The book is titled: The Mystery of the Last Supper and it is written by Colin J. Humphreys.
2. The rain and gloom of stormy days makes the days of blue skies and sun more enjoyable.
3. Kids are fun to enjoy at Easter.
4. Easter Eggs Hunts can be very competitive.
5. Where did you go over Spring Break? I spent a week in exotic Elkridge. It sure isn't Napa.
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| Happy Easter 2011 |
7. Riordan has been back from his walk-about for over a week now--and we are still paranoid about his disappearances around the house. The other day we could not find him in his usual spots and nearly called 9-1-1. We did find him sleeping peacefully under the covers--yes under the covers, on one of the guest beds.
8. Chaos. That's what happens when a freak thunderstorm pops up in the middle of an Easter Egg Hunt. I know there are still some eggs out there waiting to be found.
9. I'm reading a new book which theorizes that the Last Supper actually occurred on Wednesday rather than the more traditionally held Thursday of Holy Week. I know that some time ago, when I looked at the the gospels in detail that I felt much the same--there was too much stuff happening between sundown Thursday and 9 AM Friday for it all to work. The book is titled: The Mystery of the Last Supper and it is written by Colin J. Humphreys.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter 2011
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| Easter Lily in front of the Fireplace |
He is Risen.
Tell everyone.
Don't let the moment slip away--it hasn't happened before nor since.
It is truly special--and upon this one event, everything hinges.
Some say that Christianity is too rigid--because we believe that it is our way or the highway.
Show me a belief system that isn't.
Muslims kill infidels.At least Christians aren't doing that much anymore.
Hindus and Buddhists profess their way is the only way, too.
I think it is the inherent definition of a belief system/religion to be somewhat exclusive.
Ah, but I forget--we live in a country where first and foremost everyone believes that their way is right and that when confronted with the idea that they aren't right about something, they continue to believe they are right despite the evidence.
There is an advocate for everything--no matter how hokey.
I'm an advocate for the Risen Son.
Take that world!
Deny it all you wish--try to find a hole in the history--it hasn't happened yet.
It is not there.
Jesus rose from dead--by himself.
No one before, nor since has done that.
The God who came to us in Christmas is the God who redeemed us at Easter and desires a personal relationship with us every day. He wants a personal relationship with us so greatly, that he died for us.
Happy Easter. This is where the story didn't end--but where it began again.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Spring clean-up
I love heading off to the dump with stuff that no longer needs to be around the house.
Actually, I don't like to actually dump the stuff, but rather I prefer to recycle it all. Our dump is truly a recycling center and the over whelming majority of what I take there is recycled.
The other day, I was able to take a huge couple of truck loads of branches to the center to be recycled into mulch. I had my truck piled as high as I ever had it during those runs--but I was able to remove the stuff in two big loads.
I have also enjoyed using my chain saw--and although I now own five blades for it, I now know where to get them sharpened both conveniently and inexpensively. So I actually have three sharp blades and two dull ones right now--look out trees--you are gonna wish I wasn't armed and considered dangerous!
Actually, there is almost no harder tool to use than a dull chain saw. Think about it.
Chris has been working her tail off too. I am very pleased with the amount of work we have accomplished so far--but with a house and yard--it seems there is always something more to do out there.
The other day, I was able to take a huge couple of truck loads of branches to the center to be recycled into mulch. I had my truck piled as high as I ever had it during those runs--but I was able to remove the stuff in two big loads.
I have also enjoyed using my chain saw--and although I now own five blades for it, I now know where to get them sharpened both conveniently and inexpensively. So I actually have three sharp blades and two dull ones right now--look out trees--you are gonna wish I wasn't armed and considered dangerous!
Actually, there is almost no harder tool to use than a dull chain saw. Think about it.
Chris has been working her tail off too. I am very pleased with the amount of work we have accomplished so far--but with a house and yard--it seems there is always something more to do out there.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Watching the World Turn Green
I have been far more aware this year of the greening of the landscape.
I notice every day how the trees have gone from bare, to the reds of the leaf buds and now to the light greens of the newly growing leaves.
Mixed among the multitude of flowering trees, they provide a peaceful, yes, bucolic setting.
Chris reminds me every time I mention how green everything is getting, that I've said that before.
But it is true--I never really noticed the progression before, maybe it is just because I never really took the time to notice the progression of the season. It always seemed like one day it was bare winter-ravaged landscape, the next it was blooms, leaves, and spring.
This year, I am enjoying it more.
Watching the rebirth.
The colors which rival the autumn which everyone seems to appreciate so much.
I think the colors of renewal are far more exciting that the colorful robed trees that usher in the season of winter.
But, that's just me.
I'm enjoying it all--and the smells of the springtime too--the blooms on the breeze and the smell of freshly mowed grass.
I notice every day how the trees have gone from bare, to the reds of the leaf buds and now to the light greens of the newly growing leaves.
Mixed among the multitude of flowering trees, they provide a peaceful, yes, bucolic setting.
Chris reminds me every time I mention how green everything is getting, that I've said that before.
But it is true--I never really noticed the progression before, maybe it is just because I never really took the time to notice the progression of the season. It always seemed like one day it was bare winter-ravaged landscape, the next it was blooms, leaves, and spring.
This year, I am enjoying it more.
Watching the rebirth.
The colors which rival the autumn which everyone seems to appreciate so much.
I think the colors of renewal are far more exciting that the colorful robed trees that usher in the season of winter.
But, that's just me.
I'm enjoying it all--and the smells of the springtime too--the blooms on the breeze and the smell of freshly mowed grass.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Springtime Flowers in the Yard
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| Dogwood in the Back Yard 2011 |
The other day, even in the rain I was out putting down sod over the holes in the ground created when I removed the stumps. I wanted to get the grass down while it was still damp--because I believe it will take better that way.
All along the way though, I have been enjoying the flowers in the year--my classic favorites the weeping cherry tree, the dogwood at the back of the yard, and my four bleeding heart bushes are absolutely magnificent right now.
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| Bleeding Heart in the Side Yard 2011 |
I have already mowed--and the lawn needs another mowing this week. It is good that all of the plants are springing to life--and warming my heart as I pause--amid the hectic pace of my life, to notice them.
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| Weeping Cherry in Magnificent Bloom 2011 |
The weeping cherry is especially full and beautiful right now--a pink snowball of color right in the middle of my yard.
We are planning to plant a couple of trees to replace those we have lost during the past few years--a willow, a redbud, and potentially a dogwood are on the short list of trees to potentially grace our yard before the end of the week.
All good springtime trees--the willows are one of the first to green up and shake off the slumber of winter, while the dogwood and the redbud are both strong springtime performers. More color and more flowers for the yard.
Springtime should be even better next year.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Stumps No More
I love using equipment to rid myself of problems.
My most recent activity was removing 10 tree stumps from the yard using a stump grinder to turn them into mulch.
I have rented a stump grinder before--and it was an awesome experience turning tree stumps--those immovable objects in the yard that contact my mower deck and blades at those moments of inattention, into mulch and covering their hole with top soil and sod.
Instant gratification. Green and gone.
The two largest stumps were the remnants of two dead tulip poplars I had felled two weeks ago--and so they will soon give way to green space. I still have to finish cutting and splitting them. Sadly, I learned my chain saw is too small to completely take care of one of them--so I will be looking to borrow or rent a larger chain saw.
The other 8 stumps were mostly remnants of juniper trees which suffered during the winters past--either being broken by the snow and ice, or disfigured as parts of other trees fell on them. Of course--there were a couple trees that Chris just wanted gone--like the apple tree that didn't produce edible fruit.
I had additional fun removing stumps for a couple of my friends as well--it is amazing how stumps seep to hang around in yards--a problem with no easy solution until we can finally rid ourselves of them.
So in probably another five or so years, I will have to rent a stump grinder again--but for now, the mowing will be a whole lot easier and those low lying eyesores are gone!
My most recent activity was removing 10 tree stumps from the yard using a stump grinder to turn them into mulch.
I have rented a stump grinder before--and it was an awesome experience turning tree stumps--those immovable objects in the yard that contact my mower deck and blades at those moments of inattention, into mulch and covering their hole with top soil and sod.
Instant gratification. Green and gone.
The two largest stumps were the remnants of two dead tulip poplars I had felled two weeks ago--and so they will soon give way to green space. I still have to finish cutting and splitting them. Sadly, I learned my chain saw is too small to completely take care of one of them--so I will be looking to borrow or rent a larger chain saw.
The other 8 stumps were mostly remnants of juniper trees which suffered during the winters past--either being broken by the snow and ice, or disfigured as parts of other trees fell on them. Of course--there were a couple trees that Chris just wanted gone--like the apple tree that didn't produce edible fruit.
I had additional fun removing stumps for a couple of my friends as well--it is amazing how stumps seep to hang around in yards--a problem with no easy solution until we can finally rid ourselves of them.
So in probably another five or so years, I will have to rent a stump grinder again--but for now, the mowing will be a whole lot easier and those low lying eyesores are gone!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunrise
The orange ball hung in the sky--
like a basketball as it pauses above the rim
after bouncing off the iron;
above the horizon, coloring the clouds
gracing the early dawn sky
with glow that made them alive
a flight of geese, silhouetted
flew across its face
while I was driving to work.
I watched the geese fly
skirting the trees--
they joined another flock
to begin their day
as was I--
speeding down the pavement
in my classic Jag on a rare outing
hurrying
on my way to work--
I could only take a snapshot
in my mind
I enjoy images like this as they happen
more
because they seem to happen less
or is it just
I notice them infrequently
I am lost in my own thoughts--
focused inward
I forget--
God's handiwork is better than
any painting in a gallery
fetching millions at auction.
I have be ready to see the scenes
Geese flying across the rising sun
they are still there
caught in my mind--
for me to replay
and be comforted and excited
about each sunrise--
every day.
like a basketball as it pauses above the rim
after bouncing off the iron;
above the horizon, coloring the clouds
gracing the early dawn sky
with glow that made them alive
a flight of geese, silhouetted
flew across its face
while I was driving to work.
I watched the geese fly
skirting the trees--
they joined another flock
to begin their day
as was I--
speeding down the pavement
in my classic Jag on a rare outing
hurrying
on my way to work--
I could only take a snapshot
in my mind
I enjoy images like this as they happen
more
because they seem to happen less
or is it just
I notice them infrequently
I am lost in my own thoughts--
focused inward
I forget--
God's handiwork is better than
any painting in a gallery
fetching millions at auction.
I have be ready to see the scenes
Geese flying across the rising sun
they are still there
caught in my mind--
for me to replay
and be comforted and excited
about each sunrise--
every day.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Monday Musings - April 18, 2011
1. It is Holy Week--that period between Palm Sunday and Easter set aside to remember the sacrifices made for each of us.
2. Spring Break dawns with hope anew and thoughts of sleeping late.
3. Most heard phrase around the house: "Have you seen my . . . ?"
4. This date in history: 1775: The midnight ride of Paul Revere.
5. The Orioles have managed aseven game losing streak. Great--and after such a pomising beginning.
6. Heard in the lyrics of a song: "I'm really not a stubborn as I seem, said the knuckle to the concrete."
7. Today is stump grinder day! The stumps that have been a problem in the yard are going to go away.
8. Passover begins tonight at sundown.
9. Ethan turned six this past week! I have a six year old grandson! Am I old enough?
2. Spring Break dawns with hope anew and thoughts of sleeping late.
3. Most heard phrase around the house: "Have you seen my . . . ?"
4. This date in history: 1775: The midnight ride of Paul Revere.
5. The Orioles have managed aseven game losing streak. Great--and after such a pomising beginning.
6. Heard in the lyrics of a song: "I'm really not a stubborn as I seem, said the knuckle to the concrete."
7. Today is stump grinder day! The stumps that have been a problem in the yard are going to go away.
8. Passover begins tonight at sundown.
9. Ethan turned six this past week! I have a six year old grandson! Am I old enough?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Spring Break 2011
Spring Break 2011 is upon me.
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| What are You Doing for Spring Break? |
I am standing on the threshold of a week, which this year will not include a trip somewhere.
There is enough work to do around the house--I have visions of chippers and stump grinders and quality time with my chain saw.
If only the rain will hold up for a couple of days.
The smell of newly mown grass has energized me to be outside--doing stuff.
And there is a lot of stuff to do.
Although I have visions of being on a beach somewhere--reality says I will be in my backyard. It is like the line from the end of the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy reflects that she has learned: "if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with!"
So for this Spring Break--my heart's desire is to be in my own backyard doing manly man things with powerful equipment.
Oh yeah--keep the six pack on ice for me, will ya?
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Middle Class Tax Day Blues
Monday is Federal Tax Day--It is later this year, the 18th.
Talk about your classic no win situation.
Talk about your classic no win situation.If you get a refund--the government is giving you your own money back--and making you feel good about giving them a no interest loan.
If you have to pay (like I did) you look at the bottom line of hte tax bill and wonder if rocks can truly bleed and why it seems that the rich skate, the poor get hand outs, and all I do is pay, pay, and pay some more.
But, I am a good American and I pay my taxes. I am not even really trying to reduce my tax bute by sheltering money--which is probably stupid since probably everyone else is sheltering their money. And so, my bank account was debited yesterday for both my federal and state taxes owed! I decided not to wait until the 18th.
When I spied my bottom line--not the tax due, but the total amount of taxes owed before subtracting withholdings--I was shocked! I think some third world nations have GNPs less than my tax bill.
I know my total tax bite--(and I just realized that I forgot to add in my state tax bite) would be a good starting salary for some people. Maybe I could just buy a teacher and not pay taxes? At least that way I would be able to know what my tax dollars are being used for.
At some point I'm worried that I won't be able to work because I can't afford the taxes. And I know I will never be rich enough to be at the point where I can avoid taxes altogether.
I despise tax season.
I fret about it from New Years Day until the returns are done and filed. There is no joy in being confronted with the hard realities of being a middle class American in today's "turn the screws tighter on the consumer and tax payer" approach to government.
Ugh! The frustration for 2011 is over at least. The payments are gone. I can wipe it from my mind until this time next year!
Friday, April 15, 2011
The Prince Returns
Totally relaxed for the first time in days.
There is no doubt about who is the prince of the palace.
But, most importantly--he has come home.
Sunshine in the Morning but an Overcast Heart and a Miracle on Top!
Riordan is still missing and presumed lost for good.
I know I will always looking into the woods around our house and wonder if he is out there somewhere--until there is some closure.
But about Riordan--I don't want to eulogize him yet--but he was THE CAT of cats. If you take every cat I have ever had--and took their good qualities and rolled them into one cat--it would be Riordan.
I remember cats of old like Daisy, and Ghengis Kahn, and George, and Squishy, and Sylvester, and a more recent cat of huge fame--Hans. Riordan, although only with us since September, will always be held in the same regard as the great cats--and one that I was proud to have known and enjoyed.
And so, this morning, day six of his disappearance, my hope is that if Riordan is still able, that he will find his way back to us. And if he is unable, that he is at peace. And that whatever happens--Chris and I can find peace, too.
addendum:
But you know what? As I finished writing this--guess who came meowing at the door--just like in the movies as all hope was lost. I remember Yellow Dog running over the fields--just at the same time as the good-byes were being said.
Riordan has returned. Back from where ever and just a little bit worse for the wear, but in seemingly good health with no major battle scars. He is a bit freaked out, but had no trouble wandering straight back into the house, our lives, and our hearts. He touched noses with Makayla on his way through the door and Louie was clearly happy to see his best bud return.
Miracles do happen.
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| Riordan at Christmas |
Yesterday as I was driving to work, the sun was rising and shining into my eyes for the first time in a long time. Yeah, I was running a little bit late--but with the clear sky and the golden-orange rising sun, I realized that while I should be rejoicing that the gray, rainy overcast skies of the past few days were gone, I was still pretty gloomy and down in my heart.
Despite massive nightly searches in the neighborhood and surrounding area, coupled with enticements of fresh (canned) warm tuna on the door step, he has not been convincingly sighted since his mysterious disappearance while we were away at Great Wolf Lodge over the weekend.
The hole in my heart and Chris's heart is huge--the sense of loss and wrestling with the unknown--is he alive? Is he scared and cowering somewhere too afraid to move? Is he dead?
It really brings new meaning to the story Jesus told about the shepherd searching for one lost sheep. (Luke 15:4-6). We have searched every night, every time we go through the neighborhood we look for the tell tale signs that he is about, every chance we get.
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| Louie |
I feel like a total idiot standing in the yard and walking on the street calling for the lost cat--but I do it.
I'm hoping for a happy ending--like Lassie Come Home, or The Adventures of Yellow Dog. But, I am beginning to lose hope and believe we should try to move on and accpet life without him. It is hard though, because even Louie, our other cat, seems to notice the loss.I know I will always looking into the woods around our house and wonder if he is out there somewhere--until there is some closure.
But about Riordan--I don't want to eulogize him yet--but he was THE CAT of cats. If you take every cat I have ever had--and took their good qualities and rolled them into one cat--it would be Riordan.
I remember cats of old like Daisy, and Ghengis Kahn, and George, and Squishy, and Sylvester, and a more recent cat of huge fame--Hans. Riordan, although only with us since September, will always be held in the same regard as the great cats--and one that I was proud to have known and enjoyed.
And so, this morning, day six of his disappearance, my hope is that if Riordan is still able, that he will find his way back to us. And if he is unable, that he is at peace. And that whatever happens--Chris and I can find peace, too.
addendum:
But you know what? As I finished writing this--guess who came meowing at the door--just like in the movies as all hope was lost. I remember Yellow Dog running over the fields--just at the same time as the good-byes were being said.
Riordan has returned. Back from where ever and just a little bit worse for the wear, but in seemingly good health with no major battle scars. He is a bit freaked out, but had no trouble wandering straight back into the house, our lives, and our hearts. He touched noses with Makayla on his way through the door and Louie was clearly happy to see his best bud return.
Miracles do happen.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A Swingset in the Yard -- Really?
Daily, it seems, I learn new requirements about being a grandparent.
This past weekend though--it was the coup de gras, a swing set returned to the yard!
Aside from the comedy that was going to pick it up, disassembling it, and reassembling it on a cold day--I cannot believe I have another obstacle to mow around in the yard.
Granted--it is use and it was inexpensive--but now it is mine.
I am sure the grandsons will love it--for a while, but given the volume of mosquitoes in the yard, I'm not sure whether the use will justify the annoyance of having to mow around it.
Of course, it still requires to be power washed and stained and sealed, because it is well loved.
But the kids will have someplace to play when they are not in the pool.
When is that, exactly?
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| The Swing Set--Mowing Obstacle |
First it was the return of a crib and kiddie toys in the house. A nursery, so to speak.
Now we cruise yard sales looking for older kid toys--after all, E was six yesterday. I really wanted the gift we got for him (I may secretly go back and buy another one for myself even though technically, I already have one).
This past weekend though--it was the coup de gras, a swing set returned to the yard!
Granted--it is use and it was inexpensive--but now it is mine.
I am sure the grandsons will love it--for a while, but given the volume of mosquitoes in the yard, I'm not sure whether the use will justify the annoyance of having to mow around it.
Of course, it still requires to be power washed and stained and sealed, because it is well loved.
But the kids will have someplace to play when they are not in the pool.
When is that, exactly?
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
On the Way Home from Great Wolf Lodge
The car ride seemed to go on forever--even for a seasoned traveler like myself.
I confess--I snuck a few winks as I grew tired of checking out the license plates of the cars in front of me.
There was one point when everyone realized that swimming in the morning at the lodge, shopping at Williamsburg Pottery, and then spending untold hours at an Outlet Mall had taken its toll on the littlest member of the party--Jax had nodded off and his earphones, for the movie he was watching, had slipped down over his eyes.
Well, it had all taken its toll on me as well.
I almost felt like Gilligan's Island--a three-hour drive became a seven-hour ordeal. We left the Lodge at noon and did not arrive home until after 7:30 pm.
The kids were troopers!
Me? Not so much.
I don't need any more practice with long car trips. I have taken enough that I feel like I don't need the practice any longer.
Although--since we did not take I-95, the most obvious interstate, but rather cruised US 301, the route was pretty with the colors of springtime and pleasant due to the relative lack of traffic. I was fun to spy the forgotten buildings of the era before I-95 dotting the landscape and repurposed into other uses.
The drive was overall enjoyable--just long! But a fitting ending for an all too short weekend.
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| On the Ride Home from Great Wolf Lodge |
There was one point when everyone realized that swimming in the morning at the lodge, shopping at Williamsburg Pottery, and then spending untold hours at an Outlet Mall had taken its toll on the littlest member of the party--Jax had nodded off and his earphones, for the movie he was watching, had slipped down over his eyes.
Well, it had all taken its toll on me as well.
I almost felt like Gilligan's Island--a three-hour drive became a seven-hour ordeal. We left the Lodge at noon and did not arrive home until after 7:30 pm.
The kids were troopers!
Me? Not so much.
I don't need any more practice with long car trips. I have taken enough that I feel like I don't need the practice any longer.
Although--since we did not take I-95, the most obvious interstate, but rather cruised US 301, the route was pretty with the colors of springtime and pleasant due to the relative lack of traffic. I was fun to spy the forgotten buildings of the era before I-95 dotting the landscape and repurposed into other uses.
The drive was overall enjoyable--just long! But a fitting ending for an all too short weekend.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday Musings - Tuesday April 12, 2011
1. Yeah it is Tuesday--but I was still thinking about it.
2. A weekend away from the grind with the grandsons at a water park--is that the definition of relaxing?
3. Budget crisis averted--for the moment, but the inability of our Congress to lead and work together is going to continue to create problems is all areas for which they are responsible.
4. We returned home after the overnight, and Riordan, the cat, is missing. Some would like to take the blame for this unfortunate situation, but unfortunate things just happen sometimes--and the cat had been attempting to become an escape artist for some time.
5. Traveling, we took a scenic and historic route to Williamsburg, VA passing some interesting spots such as where John Wilkes Booth dies, and where Presidents Washington and Madison were born. This area is so full of history, it seems you stumble over something historic every time we go out.
6. Here's something interesting from history--the Civil War began 150 years ago today. And it is still being fought in some places!
7. The trees have begun to take on that light green color and are changing over from the reds of the new buds. The blooming trees look like white puff balls in the fields. Springtime is truly upon us.
8. Weather changes make this time of year interesting. We slept with the windows open last night for the first time this year.
9. And did you notice the Orioles? Over one week into the season and still in sole possession of first place in the American League East!
2. A weekend away from the grind with the grandsons at a water park--is that the definition of relaxing?
3. Budget crisis averted--for the moment, but the inability of our Congress to lead and work together is going to continue to create problems is all areas for which they are responsible.
4. We returned home after the overnight, and Riordan, the cat, is missing. Some would like to take the blame for this unfortunate situation, but unfortunate things just happen sometimes--and the cat had been attempting to become an escape artist for some time.
5. Traveling, we took a scenic and historic route to Williamsburg, VA passing some interesting spots such as where John Wilkes Booth dies, and where Presidents Washington and Madison were born. This area is so full of history, it seems you stumble over something historic every time we go out.
6. Here's something interesting from history--the Civil War began 150 years ago today. And it is still being fought in some places!
7. The trees have begun to take on that light green color and are changing over from the reds of the new buds. The blooming trees look like white puff balls in the fields. Springtime is truly upon us.
8. Weather changes make this time of year interesting. We slept with the windows open last night for the first time this year.
9. And did you notice the Orioles? Over one week into the season and still in sole possession of first place in the American League East!
Monday, April 11, 2011
From the Lodge of the Great Wolf
Admittedly, it is an experience for the kids--bit there is one adult attraction: the Tornado which is really cool.
And indoor water park. What a concept. Except the temperature today is supposed to be in the 80's.
Perhaps I should be outside.
-- Bob Doan, Williamsburg, VA
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sunday and Weather
Longing for the 80's promised for tomorrow, I am sitting here looking at the ever greener trees outside the window.
I went to the O's doubleheader last light and witnessed two very different games with the O's winning the first game 5-0 but getting shot down during the second 13-1.
Pitching was the difference.
But it was cool in the low 50's for the game. We got a bit cold sitting there.
And so we are looking forward seeing that bright orb in the sky at some point today if the heavy clouds that have been oppressing us begin to clear as promised.
It could happen.
The grass is at least green and will need its first mowing by the weekend.
That at least is something to look forward to.
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Felled Trees and the Smell of Earthworms
I know--it is kinda weird, but what else do you call that smell after the Spring rains fall on the now very green grass--which I probably should think about mowing.It is the "smell" of the earth after the rain--the sweet smell that caresses the land and reminds me of earthworms.
As we were digging in the gardens last week, I was pleased to see that we have a lot of worms grinding up the inorganic matter into fertile nutrients for our plants.
The other day I finally had three dead, but very tall trees felled. They will, by the end of the year, be cut, split, and stacked for firewood. They were just a bit too tall for me to want to deal with--and I wanted them to fall in a certain way so I paid to have them dropped--the guy who did the job for me put them right where I wanted them.They are wet now, though, after the soaking rains of the past days.
But it is a couple year's worth of wood lying on the ground ready for processing with my chain saw. And I will get to rent a splitter again, too.I am beginning to see a lot of new green leaves out my window and the weeping cherry is about to burst forth in bloom as well. It is the time of year, here, when the flowering trees are putting on a show which rivals the autumn leaves.
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