I don't want to be an alarmist--but I am concerned about our civil freedoms being squeezed more and more every day.
I read this somewhat frightening article about the TSA Now Storming Public Places 8,000 Times a Year. I am concerned about the information presented in this article. The potential for abuse is astounding.
Here are the opening paragraphs from the article:
Americans must decide if, in the name of homeland security, they are willing to allow TSA operatives to storm public places in their communities with no warning, pat them down, and search their bags. And they better decide quickly.
Bus travelers were shocked when jackbooted TSA officers in black SWAT-style uniforms descended unannounced upon the Tampa Greyhound bus station in April with local, state and federal law enforcement agencies and federal bureaucrats in tow.
And the article goes on--but I think what I extracted sets the stage for my concern--
Conducting these types of activities, not in response to any specific threat, borders upon unreasonable search and seizure--and a violation of our 4th Amendment rights. Sorry--that is how I feel.
The vision of black uniformed, jackbooted, military-style personnel swooping into a public place is an image that I compare with what I have read about WWII and Germany. Are we really trying to control our "free" society?
Are we as free as we believe we are? Do you have your personal identification papers on you?
No--it is clear that we have ceded away many of our rights and there is a move afoot to further limit our rights. Years ago, there would have been a huge public outcry if a small army of government agents descended upon a public place without suspicion of wrong doing. Now, we barely bat an eye-lash and chalk it up to security.
A recent poll placed Maryland at the very bottom of personal freedoms in a ranking of the 50 states. New Hampshire (land of "Live Free or Die") ranked highest.
Where is the boundary line? The line between liberty and police state? Between reasonable and unreasonable search and seizure?
Between the Constitution and totalitarianism?
Coming soon to your home? The men in black? We've read the stories in the news already.
I bet I'm on TSA's list now.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday Musings - June 27, 2011
1. The sun has been playing games with me lately. Every time I get into the pool ready to enjoy it's warmth, it goes behind the sun. when it get out, it returns and begins heating things up again.
2. The hydrangea that ate Elkridge lives in my garden. It is huge!
3. The vacation season really begins to ramp up this week. We are busy almost continuously through the end of July.
4. I heard that gas prices are supposed to drop 50 cents a gallon by summer's end due to release of oil from the strategic reserve.
5. I just noticed, as I was writing the previous item, that the symbol we used to use for "cents" is not on my iPad. I wonder where it went?
6. I read a scary article about the TSA the other day. I will blog about it this week.
7. I am continually amazed at how quickly weekends seem to slip away. At the beginning of the weekend on Friday evening there are so many plans and the days ahead are like an open book. But, by Sunday evening, sitting exhausted in a vegetative state in front of the TV watching a mindless movie, the weekend has passed and taken a far different direction than that envisioned on Friday evening. It is true that life is what happens while we are making plans.
8. And here we are on the week before a holiday weekend, waiting for the holiday and struggling to get through the week.
9. I hooked up the automatic sprinklers Saturday and it is kind of uncanny sitting here listening to the sound of running water surging through the pipes.
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2. The hydrangea that ate Elkridge lives in my garden. It is huge!
3. The vacation season really begins to ramp up this week. We are busy almost continuously through the end of July.
4. I heard that gas prices are supposed to drop 50 cents a gallon by summer's end due to release of oil from the strategic reserve.
5. I just noticed, as I was writing the previous item, that the symbol we used to use for "cents" is not on my iPad. I wonder where it went?
6. I read a scary article about the TSA the other day. I will blog about it this week.
7. I am continually amazed at how quickly weekends seem to slip away. At the beginning of the weekend on Friday evening there are so many plans and the days ahead are like an open book. But, by Sunday evening, sitting exhausted in a vegetative state in front of the TV watching a mindless movie, the weekend has passed and taken a far different direction than that envisioned on Friday evening. It is true that life is what happens while we are making plans.
8. And here we are on the week before a holiday weekend, waiting for the holiday and struggling to get through the week.
9. I hooked up the automatic sprinklers Saturday and it is kind of uncanny sitting here listening to the sound of running water surging through the pipes.
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Sunday, June 26, 2011
Orioles baseball in June
Friday night, Chris and I went to see the Orioles play the Cincinnati Reds at Camden Yards. It was rumored that the last time the O's and the Reds played in Baltimore was during the 1970 World Series. Baltimore won that World Series.
The evening was awesome temperature and humidity-wise. It was 88 degrees and 35 percent humidity to begin the game. The teams were ready to play baseball and it looked like the O's were going to have an easy time with the Reds, jumping out to a 4-0 lead. But nothing comes easy these days and the score became tied in the 6th inning at 4-4 and remained that way until the 12th inning when in addition to the planned fireworks after the game, Derrek Lee hit a walkoff home run leading off the bottom of the inning.
The fireworks were great too and over 45,000 Orioles faithful witnessed a rare extra-inning win.
The evening was complete with fireworks on and off the field.
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The fireworks were great too and over 45,000 Orioles faithful witnessed a rare extra-inning win.The evening was complete with fireworks on and off the field.
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday at the pool
But Luke sure enjoyed the slide.
Weekend in Virginia
We headed out last Saturday for a weekend trip to Charlottesville to enjoy some history and wine. We were accompanied by Patrick and Tina who were celebrating their first wedding anniversary. It is hard to believe that it was just one year ago that they were married--but it is true.
The ride to Charlottesville was slower than usual, and it took three hours to get to Monticello where we started our day. But despite the ever present threat of storms, the weather held and we had a great time exploring Jefferson's house and grounds. I always learn something more on return trips.
And then, about 3pm it was off to a couple of wineries. Being close, we chose Jefferson winery and Blenheim Winery. We also spent some time looking for another winery, but never could find it. Funny how lack of a data signal on AT&T can really mess up plans.
Jefferson continues to be a body factory where people are moved through as quickly as possible. The wines are OK but not really of the quality that their pricing would suggest. The whites are better than the reds. The tasting room really needs a major overhaul to be able to accommodate the hoards of people. I did purchase some viognier, vin rouge, and a couple bottles of the meritage.
Then it was off to Blenheim. Not for the wines, but for the view. This winery offers perhaps the best views of any in the region. The wines are fairly simple and not complex. I bought a red, their best and passed on everything else. I found that they were serving their whites too cold, and so they were showing up in my glass with no nose and in my mouth with no taste. I do enjoy their tasting room and the spectacular views of the vineyards and the hills.
From there we spent an hour trying to find another place, but gave up. Then it was off to the hotel and then dinner at the Bonefish Grill, which was very nice and enjoyable.
All in all, it was a great day. Sunday, was equally as great and we made a great discovery, which I will write about later.
Happy anniversary P&T... And many more.
The ride to Charlottesville was slower than usual, and it took three hours to get to Monticello where we started our day. But despite the ever present threat of storms, the weather held and we had a great time exploring Jefferson's house and grounds. I always learn something more on return trips.
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| Chris and Patrick at Horton Winery |
Jefferson continues to be a body factory where people are moved through as quickly as possible. The wines are OK but not really of the quality that their pricing would suggest. The whites are better than the reds. The tasting room really needs a major overhaul to be able to accommodate the hoards of people. I did purchase some viognier, vin rouge, and a couple bottles of the meritage.
Then it was off to Blenheim. Not for the wines, but for the view. This winery offers perhaps the best views of any in the region. The wines are fairly simple and not complex. I bought a red, their best and passed on everything else. I found that they were serving their whites too cold, and so they were showing up in my glass with no nose and in my mouth with no taste. I do enjoy their tasting room and the spectacular views of the vineyards and the hills.
From there we spent an hour trying to find another place, but gave up. Then it was off to the hotel and then dinner at the Bonefish Grill, which was very nice and enjoyable.
All in all, it was a great day. Sunday, was equally as great and we made a great discovery, which I will write about later.
Happy anniversary P&T... And many more.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Early Morning Around the Pool
I was outside early Wednesday morning--working around the pool just after 5AM getting it ready for the afternoon End of the School; Year Party--depending of course on the thunderstorms which while forecast never materialized. And the party was a smashing success. Although I was late getting there because Ethan broke his arm and needed some Pop-pop help.
The light was just beginning to grace the eastern sky as I was out there working and I could see bats chasing their meals above me in the twilight sky.
The automatic pool cleaner needed to come out of the pool as I had let it run overnight to get everything as ready as possible for the day ahead. Work, party, and sleep. What a combination.
I remember the morning--it was humid, with some rain falling during the night and the temperature staying in the 70's. The smells hanging in the air were familiar summer smells of mown grass and decaying plant matter. I considered, for a moment, jumping into the pool for an early morning swim--but for some reason thought better of it and decided to stay dry. I think the thought of going inside to the air conditioned house and being cold was the primary reason, and I didn't have enough time to stay outside and dry off.
Chris did a day trip to NYC with Jodie and Troy yesterday. I am glad that she is not only able to hit the road now that school is over, but that her attendance with them is wanted. There are some big decisions that are going to need to be made--and she has a way of helping to cut through the noise and get to the root of the issue at hand.
It was too bad the O's had a day off last night because it would have been a good evening to sojurn to the ballpark for a game--but there is always next week. I am going to a game tonight AND they are in town next week while Chris is planned to be away again.
Maybe I should jump into the pool next time I'm out there early in the morning. Why? Just because.
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| After the Party |
The automatic pool cleaner needed to come out of the pool as I had let it run overnight to get everything as ready as possible for the day ahead. Work, party, and sleep. What a combination.
I remember the morning--it was humid, with some rain falling during the night and the temperature staying in the 70's. The smells hanging in the air were familiar summer smells of mown grass and decaying plant matter. I considered, for a moment, jumping into the pool for an early morning swim--but for some reason thought better of it and decided to stay dry. I think the thought of going inside to the air conditioned house and being cold was the primary reason, and I didn't have enough time to stay outside and dry off.
Chris did a day trip to NYC with Jodie and Troy yesterday. I am glad that she is not only able to hit the road now that school is over, but that her attendance with them is wanted. There are some big decisions that are going to need to be made--and she has a way of helping to cut through the noise and get to the root of the issue at hand.
It was too bad the O's had a day off last night because it would have been a good evening to sojurn to the ballpark for a game--but there is always next week. I am going to a game tonight AND they are in town next week while Chris is planned to be away again.
Maybe I should jump into the pool next time I'm out there early in the morning. Why? Just because.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Last Northern Goshawk Killed
I read an article yesterday in the Baltimore Sun which really made me sad and outraged.
It was about a bird--but it shows that people are still really ignorant about some things--and among those things are wildlife, ecology, being green , and preserving life.
The article was about the last northern goshawk in the state of Maryland being killed. Actually, the headline was incorrect--because actually the last four were killed if you count the three dead chicks in the nest.
Why would someone shoot a bird--just because?
I guess because people shoot people, just because.
And it makes me sad that we, as a species, are so short-sighted and ignorant.
I love birds--and especially raptors. They bring a lot of joy to my heart as I watch them do something magnificent that I cannot do--and that is fly. God blessed them with flight.
The loss of this bird and her chicks is something that will likely become a mere footnote in the history books of extinct species some day. I remember reading about passenger pigeons and how they darkened the skies, until they were hunted to extinction.
And now, I 've had to read about the last northern goshawk.
We must change or we will follow in their now silent footsteps.
It was about a bird--but it shows that people are still really ignorant about some things--and among those things are wildlife, ecology, being green , and preserving life.
The article was about the last northern goshawk in the state of Maryland being killed. Actually, the headline was incorrect--because actually the last four were killed if you count the three dead chicks in the nest.
Why would someone shoot a bird--just because?
I guess because people shoot people, just because.
And it makes me sad that we, as a species, are so short-sighted and ignorant.
I love birds--and especially raptors. They bring a lot of joy to my heart as I watch them do something magnificent that I cannot do--and that is fly. God blessed them with flight.
The loss of this bird and her chicks is something that will likely become a mere footnote in the history books of extinct species some day. I remember reading about passenger pigeons and how they darkened the skies, until they were hunted to extinction.
And now, I 've had to read about the last northern goshawk.
We must change or we will follow in their now silent footsteps.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Ethan starts summer with a break
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| The Cast is Put On |
I was even there to provide moral support.
So much for summer.
Travel, Hotels, and Water
Of course, they really do go together. In a perfect world, I would be traveling to a hotel on the water in some tropical place.
Oh--I am going to be doing that in less than three weeks.
But really, last weekend's trip to Charlottesville was exciting because I had the opportunity to play with the camera again and attempt to take some interesting images--and not just of buildings. I tried to get one of a bee on a flower--I wanted to get it just with the bee either landing or taking off. Lesson learned: those guys are faster than my finger is on the shutter!
Who knew bees were that quick--OK, I did as I have been stung a lot when I thought I could brush them off.
'Tis but a flesh wound!
So the travel season is upon us and I am planning to travel a bit, although, it dawned upon me yesterday that my wife is traveling more and enjoying it more than I am. Between bus trips to New York City and flying to Ithaca, I can hardly keep up with her.
And as for water--I love vacations with water involved. I know that next year I am going to have to bite the bullet and go to the big ditch (Grand Canyon) but hey, who knows maybe we can do some rafting on the Colorado River.
YeeHaa!!
Oh--I am going to be doing that in less than three weeks.
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| Flowers at Monticello |
But really, last weekend's trip to Charlottesville was exciting because I had the opportunity to play with the camera again and attempt to take some interesting images--and not just of buildings. I tried to get one of a bee on a flower--I wanted to get it just with the bee either landing or taking off. Lesson learned: those guys are faster than my finger is on the shutter!
Who knew bees were that quick--OK, I did as I have been stung a lot when I thought I could brush them off.
'Tis but a flesh wound!
So the travel season is upon us and I am planning to travel a bit, although, it dawned upon me yesterday that my wife is traveling more and enjoying it more than I am. Between bus trips to New York City and flying to Ithaca, I can hardly keep up with her.
And as for water--I love vacations with water involved. I know that next year I am going to have to bite the bullet and go to the big ditch (Grand Canyon) but hey, who knows maybe we can do some rafting on the Colorado River.
YeeHaa!!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Summer Begins
It is much like a movie--and so it begins. At 1:13pm EDT officially summer begins.
Yay.
As most of you know I have been waiting for this day since September of last year.
The pool is open. The lawns are mowed. The heat is slowly being turned up outside and the trees and grass are green.
I am already enjoying the summer, even though it has barely begun. But last evening as I was cleaning the pool, I enjoyed the idea that the clear water possessed the capability to provide so much enjoyment and fun. And yes, I did take a quick dip even though the temperatures were only in the 70's.
But July and August are ahead.
And so is the heat and the ever oppressive dog days.
The next up holiday is the 4th of July.
And then, shortly after that it is off to to St Lucia and a much needed vacation.
The fireflies were out again last evening, too. Truly summertime is with us despite the slowness of the calendar.
Th first pool party of the summer is tomorrow. Bring it on.
And it all begins early this afternoon.
Yay.
As most of you know I have been waiting for this day since September of last year.
The pool is open. The lawns are mowed. The heat is slowly being turned up outside and the trees and grass are green.
I am already enjoying the summer, even though it has barely begun. But last evening as I was cleaning the pool, I enjoyed the idea that the clear water possessed the capability to provide so much enjoyment and fun. And yes, I did take a quick dip even though the temperatures were only in the 70's.
But July and August are ahead.
And so is the heat and the ever oppressive dog days.
The next up holiday is the 4th of July.
And then, shortly after that it is off to to St Lucia and a much needed vacation.
The fireflies were out again last evening, too. Truly summertime is with us despite the slowness of the calendar.
Th first pool party of the summer is tomorrow. Bring it on.
And it all begins early this afternoon.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Monday Musings - June 20, 2011
1. I am amazed how much history is within such a short drive of our home. Battlefields, decisive happenings, and the homes of four of the first five Presidents: Washington, Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe. We really owe a lot to the Virginians.
2. Wine brings people together for conversation, laughter, and fun.
3. Chris was a trooper this weekend, she rode in the backseat all weekend as we traveled around.
4. Be wary of the GPS, they are not as smart as they would have you believe.
5. Rain is a game changer. Embrace it.
6. Organizational picnics, softball, and dunk tanks go together, so don't be surprised when you, too get wet.
7. Makayla loves to go for rides in the car. One word, road-trip and she is all about getting into the car for a ride. I don't know why she gets so excited, but it may have something to do with not being left behind. I don't like being lef behind, either.
8. I suffered through a pop quiz this weekend at Monticello and only got partial credit for my answer to the question: How tall was Thomas Jefferson? I said six foot two inches. The correct answer was six foot two and a half inches.
9. This is now my second blog entry from my new iPad. I'm still getting used to it, but it works not all that bad, although pictures are a problem that I still need to address.
10. Thank you to my family for a wonderful Father's Day. I'm sorry that many of you couldn't spend time with me, but knowing that you wanted to really warmed my heart. Thanks for calling and making me feel loved and for loving me enough to allow me to go off on a wine/history weekend and miss spending some all-too-short time with you.
11. And so another week begins as the year slides into half gone and the sun climbs to it's most northerly position in the sky tomorrow. Summer is upon us and it is all downhill from here.
2. Wine brings people together for conversation, laughter, and fun.
3. Chris was a trooper this weekend, she rode in the backseat all weekend as we traveled around.
4. Be wary of the GPS, they are not as smart as they would have you believe.
5. Rain is a game changer. Embrace it.
6. Organizational picnics, softball, and dunk tanks go together, so don't be surprised when you, too get wet.
7. Makayla loves to go for rides in the car. One word, road-trip and she is all about getting into the car for a ride. I don't know why she gets so excited, but it may have something to do with not being left behind. I don't like being lef behind, either.
8. I suffered through a pop quiz this weekend at Monticello and only got partial credit for my answer to the question: How tall was Thomas Jefferson? I said six foot two inches. The correct answer was six foot two and a half inches.
9. This is now my second blog entry from my new iPad. I'm still getting used to it, but it works not all that bad, although pictures are a problem that I still need to address.
10. Thank you to my family for a wonderful Father's Day. I'm sorry that many of you couldn't spend time with me, but knowing that you wanted to really warmed my heart. Thanks for calling and making me feel loved and for loving me enough to allow me to go off on a wine/history weekend and miss spending some all-too-short time with you.
11. And so another week begins as the year slides into half gone and the sun climbs to it's most northerly position in the sky tomorrow. Summer is upon us and it is all downhill from here.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Out the hotel window -Charlottesville
It was a great day yesterday. We decided to take a weekend away and used some travel points I had to get a hotel and zipped, more like slogged our way in heavy traffic, to Charlottesville, VA for an infusion of history and some wine.
Out my hotel window is pretty boring a sight, but at least we do not face another building directly. And the sky is visible. I can see the humidity hanging in the air this morning and I know it is going to be a very humid day.
Yesterday we enjoyed Monticello again. I continue to be fascinated by Jefferson and I learn something more every time I visit. The last time I was here, it seemed they focused upon Jefferson the intellectual. This time, they were very apologetic for Jefferson the slave owner.
We did manage three wineries yesterday and bought a few bottles to share.
Today, more wine and some time with James and Dolley Madison.
Happy Fathers Day to all the fathers out there!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Winnebago or Bust
There was a time, not too many years ago, when my dream of retirement was wrapped up in a huge motor home towing my car behind me on the open road headed to wherever my heart desired.
I would see those big RVs on the highway and begin salivating in my mind about how to acquire one to experience the freedom they represented.
Ah, the thought of the open road--by the way, have you seen an open road lately? Mine are all jammed with traffic and patrolled by police looking to supplement the state coffers by writing as many nuisance tickets as they possibly can. The other day, I saw three of them patrolling a five-mile stretch of Route 100. Ugh!
Now though, the dream is gone. I do not see these behemoths of the highway as being any fun at all. Slow, gas guzzling, hard to park, huge to drive RVs that lumber along and surely cannot be any fun at all in city driving areas.
It all just doesn't seem to be any fun to me now.
Big vehicles, lumbering along and congested highways.
Maybe a couple decades ago--but now, I'd rather fly, get to my destination and enjoy time not on the road.
I guess I've lost the dream. Maybe I just realize that the roads are not getting any less congested.
And then, I haven't listened to Willie Nelson sing "On the Road Again" in a really long while.
I would see those big RVs on the highway and begin salivating in my mind about how to acquire one to experience the freedom they represented.
Ah, the thought of the open road--by the way, have you seen an open road lately? Mine are all jammed with traffic and patrolled by police looking to supplement the state coffers by writing as many nuisance tickets as they possibly can. The other day, I saw three of them patrolling a five-mile stretch of Route 100. Ugh!
Now though, the dream is gone. I do not see these behemoths of the highway as being any fun at all. Slow, gas guzzling, hard to park, huge to drive RVs that lumber along and surely cannot be any fun at all in city driving areas.
It all just doesn't seem to be any fun to me now.
Big vehicles, lumbering along and congested highways.
Maybe a couple decades ago--but now, I'd rather fly, get to my destination and enjoy time not on the road.
I guess I've lost the dream. Maybe I just realize that the roads are not getting any less congested.
And then, I haven't listened to Willie Nelson sing "On the Road Again" in a really long while.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Green Evening
Sitting on the deck last evening, watching the rain fall straight down from the sky to water the plants and the lawn, I realized that one of the things that I love about summer is the green. The leaves on the trees make a rolling, enveloping canopy of green that envelopes my mind and helps me to relax after a particularly hectic day.Of course the glass of wine in my hand assisted in that effort as well.
I would not be well suited to live in a desert environment--of that I am sure--I prefer green leaves to ubiquitous sand.
In addition to being a comforting sight in the trees, the green backdrop also serves to highlight the colors of the flowers around the yard, like the hibiscus that Chris imaged the other day. We winter these plants in the house to enjoy their blooms year after year--during the winter season parts of the house look like a greenhouse--but as soon as the weather warms--outside they go to begin recovering from the less than ideal growing conditions we subject them to from November to about April. But they survive, and this plant is over 10 years old--having made it through a number of those dark seasons in the house.
This year, we have a few additional treats around the yard as well. At least two families of wrens have decided that we have a pleasurable environment and the young birds are now heading out on their own--although still staying pretty close to their parents. They are fun to watch as they fly single file from one tree to another and then squawk at the cats who are contained within the fence in the yard. For such small birds they sure can squawk and sing loudly.
But looking at the leaves and the different shades of green and blue-green that they add to the canvass of the world is also enjoyable. I remember the bare limbs of the winter ready trees, and now these green, leaf laden trees are a beautiful sight to enjoy. I want to keep it etched into my mind--long into the dark days of winter.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tell the Truth (really?)
I had an interesting discussion the other night about being truthful.
The conversation started over a career opportunity that was being considered and once we pealed away the layers we got down to the basic question of:
Why don't we tell the truth when asked important questions?
Why, I began wondering in my mind and we pursued the discussion--apparently because we don't want to hurt the other person's feelings (OK--that is a good point). So maybe there is an upside? probably not.
When we are not honest in providing a response to a question, and the other person subsequently makes a decision based upon that answer--it is important to realize that we cannot and must not harbor ill will. One person makes a decision in good faith based upon the input from another--and somehow usually the decision-maker becomes the problem. How unfair is that when the problem is the person providing the defective answer.
It happens with a lot of things--purchases of big things like houses and cars, and washers and dryers. It also happens when dealing with vacation spots and finances. It is amazing how we play the martyr and not tell the truth and then expect compensation. Have you ever heard someone say: "I hope you are enjoying your vacation, because I didn't want to come here at all!"
That's wrong.
OK--note to self--there are a couple of things we probably shouldn't respond truthfully to if the results are bad and these are usually those leading questions from women about age, weight, and looks! So guys, keep that in mind--I'm reminded of the Geico commercial about Honest Abe trying to answer his wife in a leading question he was asked.
Despite these few exceptions though,we need to be truthful with each other--say what we mean and mean what we say.
And, tell the truth--really (mostly?)!
The conversation started over a career opportunity that was being considered and once we pealed away the layers we got down to the basic question of:
Why don't we tell the truth when asked important questions?
Why, I began wondering in my mind and we pursued the discussion--apparently because we don't want to hurt the other person's feelings (OK--that is a good point). So maybe there is an upside? probably not.
When we are not honest in providing a response to a question, and the other person subsequently makes a decision based upon that answer--it is important to realize that we cannot and must not harbor ill will. One person makes a decision in good faith based upon the input from another--and somehow usually the decision-maker becomes the problem. How unfair is that when the problem is the person providing the defective answer.
It happens with a lot of things--purchases of big things like houses and cars, and washers and dryers. It also happens when dealing with vacation spots and finances. It is amazing how we play the martyr and not tell the truth and then expect compensation. Have you ever heard someone say: "I hope you are enjoying your vacation, because I didn't want to come here at all!"
That's wrong.
OK--note to self--there are a couple of things we probably shouldn't respond truthfully to if the results are bad and these are usually those leading questions from women about age, weight, and looks! So guys, keep that in mind--I'm reminded of the Geico commercial about Honest Abe trying to answer his wife in a leading question he was asked.
Despite these few exceptions though,we need to be truthful with each other--say what we mean and mean what we say.
And, tell the truth--really (mostly?)!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Dogs
I took a moment the other day to consider my dog, Makayla.
It was as I was selling an old dog crate which had been in storage for a couple of years and the person who was buying it brought his puppy along to check it out and give it her seal of approval--which she did. He had had the puppy for three days--and so was still getting used to its habits and was also in the middle of trying to get it trained. A never-ending process it seems.
As I was chatting with the puppy's owner, I mentioned a few of the dogs that I have had as friends in the past, specifically Meghan and Nufi; and how they were great, well trained companions, as is Makayla.
It was as I was selling an old dog crate which had been in storage for a couple of years and the person who was buying it brought his puppy along to check it out and give it her seal of approval--which she did. He had had the puppy for three days--and so was still getting used to its habits and was also in the middle of trying to get it trained. A never-ending process it seems.I allowed Makayla out to play with the puppy--who was very accepting of the bigger dog. And of course, Makayla was fantastic with the puppy and made her feel welcomed and safe.
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| Makayla: Duck Hunter! |
I love looking into Makayla's eyes--which I do nearly every day, and seeing the calm acceptance looking back at me from her furry face. I was also reminded of her as a puppy, and now a dog and how she in three short years has developed into such a faithful companion.
Where would we be without dogs to fill our lives with unconditional love and acceptance?
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Lightning Bugs
It was kind of magical last evening as Chris and I sat outside talking about the day and our plans for the future and the summer ahead. On the calendar it is still officially Springtime, but given the temperatures of last week, and the length of the days we are experiencing right now--we know it is really more Summertime. And one little harbinger confirming the beginning of the Summer season was out to greet us last evening--a firefly or, if you prefer a lightning bug.
We had one lone firefly dancing in the cool evening air for our entertainment and enjoyment last evening. Being the first one of the season, it was especially significant as we both reminisced about summers past and chasing and capturing fireflies as children and putting them into jars so that we could enjoy their eerie light on demand--but releasing them, unlike so many other bugs which were summarily executed, back into the night so that their lights would continue to fascinate and entertain us.
The evening was cool--almost crisp , and the air had been cleansed of the oppressive humidity of last week. Some mosquitoes were also annoying us, as mosquitoes are born to do--but we engaged in a bit of chemical warfare to thwart their attacks.
But that firefly most certainly caught our attention. I remembered summer evenings past when the canopy of tulip poplars above us would twinkle by the light of fireflies, as if filled by thousands of stars, and smiled knowing we are still on the upside of summer--the season I dream of every day from October until April.
It is funny how one, lone firefly can help us to recall the good times of our past and help us to look forward to so many more--thinking of the grandsons chasing them in the yard on still to come summer evenings brings a smile to my heart.
We had one lone firefly dancing in the cool evening air for our entertainment and enjoyment last evening. Being the first one of the season, it was especially significant as we both reminisced about summers past and chasing and capturing fireflies as children and putting them into jars so that we could enjoy their eerie light on demand--but releasing them, unlike so many other bugs which were summarily executed, back into the night so that their lights would continue to fascinate and entertain us.The evening was cool--almost crisp , and the air had been cleansed of the oppressive humidity of last week. Some mosquitoes were also annoying us, as mosquitoes are born to do--but we engaged in a bit of chemical warfare to thwart their attacks.
But that firefly most certainly caught our attention. I remembered summer evenings past when the canopy of tulip poplars above us would twinkle by the light of fireflies, as if filled by thousands of stars, and smiled knowing we are still on the upside of summer--the season I dream of every day from October until April.
It is funny how one, lone firefly can help us to recall the good times of our past and help us to look forward to so many more--thinking of the grandsons chasing them in the yard on still to come summer evenings brings a smile to my heart.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Monday Musings - June 13, 2011
1. Weiner shouldn't have.
2. Storms remind us of the power of nature.
3. Note to friends: next time we hear the rumble of thunder, let's get out of the pool!
4. A bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers, and planked salmon--what could be a better evening?
5. Something that makes me appreciate the pace of life around the house on a day-to-day basis is watching two grandsons overnight! While they are a joy, they sure do turn up the energy level in the house.
6. I confess that I am not an NBA basketball fan anymore, but I was cheering for anybody other than the Miami Heat to win the championship--and it happened. Congrats to the Dallas Mavericks for putting the beasts of the NBA back in the box.
7. I watched a movie the other day and they postulated that riding the roller coaster of life and marriage is far more desirable than riding the merry-go-round.
8. A funny thing happened with the pool yesterday--I decided to add some heat so we could enjoy it better, but by the time the temperature got to the right place in the pool, storms came through and made it too cold to swim anyway. Thankfully, we did spend a couple hours in the pool, even in its cool state earlier in the day. These 60-some degree nights are taking a toll on the temperature of the water.
9. I am in shock thinking about the upcoming summer vacation. We leave in less than four weeks. It is funny--over a year in planning is coming to reality and I'm still going to be in the panic mode when it actually gets here.
10. It is supposed to be cooler this week--I miss the 90's already!
2. Storms remind us of the power of nature.
3. Note to friends: next time we hear the rumble of thunder, let's get out of the pool!
4. A bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers, and planked salmon--what could be a better evening?
5. Something that makes me appreciate the pace of life around the house on a day-to-day basis is watching two grandsons overnight! While they are a joy, they sure do turn up the energy level in the house.
6. I confess that I am not an NBA basketball fan anymore, but I was cheering for anybody other than the Miami Heat to win the championship--and it happened. Congrats to the Dallas Mavericks for putting the beasts of the NBA back in the box.
7. I watched a movie the other day and they postulated that riding the roller coaster of life and marriage is far more desirable than riding the merry-go-round.
8. A funny thing happened with the pool yesterday--I decided to add some heat so we could enjoy it better, but by the time the temperature got to the right place in the pool, storms came through and made it too cold to swim anyway. Thankfully, we did spend a couple hours in the pool, even in its cool state earlier in the day. These 60-some degree nights are taking a toll on the temperature of the water.
9. I am in shock thinking about the upcoming summer vacation. We leave in less than four weeks. It is funny--over a year in planning is coming to reality and I'm still going to be in the panic mode when it actually gets here.
10. It is supposed to be cooler this week--I miss the 90's already!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Calla Lilly Sunday
It has been in place almost a month and is every bit as beautiful a the day we planted it to bring some much needed color to that portion of the gardens. I enjoy looking at it almost as much as it enjoys growing there.
It makes me smile when I see it there with the butterfly bush busily growing in the background.
Summer flowers and butterflies, damp dew covered morning grass and a clear blue sky.
I love being able to enjoy mornings.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
When One plus One is One
I have been thinking about marriages and relationships--perhaps it is because two of my children are celebrating anniversaries this coming week, or that I have seen the drama play out on in the news media as another political person destroys his marriage, or maybe a part of a discussion that I had last evening. But I woke up this morning and was reminded that 1+1=1 is an equation that can be used to define marriage.
I love math, and using math to help understand the life is useful and this equation really helps me understand the concept of marriage.
When two people are in a relationship (but not married) they are a couple, but the equation is 1+1=2. They are still two individuals although they are together. If something doesn't go their way--they can and often do part company. That is the way it should be, until they find the person that makes them complete--that fills in the gaps and helps them to see what they have been missing from life and relationships. We were not meant to go through life alone. We are meant to be part of a team--the team defined by marriage.
The transformation between two people in a relationship and a marriage occurs through commitment to each other. The commitment to change the equation to read 1+1=1. It is not the ceremony that does this--the ceremony is the public profession that the couple is transforming from two individuals into a single new creation. I have seen marriages where the commitment wasn't there and they tried to remain two separate individuals living together. These were defective marriages and they failed. Ultimately, I believe selfishness played a factor, too.
The mystery of marriage is that each person brings everything that they are and that they have into the marriage. Nothing is held back. It is an "all in" situation, a selfless situation. It takes 100 percent of each person to make the new creation--the marriage. Even the thought process needs to transform--the two most dangerous words in a marriage are: "I want." The "I want" needs to be replaced with "I believe we." Whenever there is an "I" it should be followed closely by a "we." It is a hard idea--and I know that some people can't get by the idea that they are "giving up" their identity; but they are looking at it wrong. I confess--sometimes I still use the "I want" in my thinking and it usually gets me into trouble--sometimes it works to transform it into a "I want, do you think we" situation.
The idea behind the equation of 1+1=1 is that the new creation--the sum of one person plus one person, requires everything from both to be a one new creation. That means--using the individuality of each to improve and create the marriage. Don't lose it--use it. Don't hold back--give it all up to each other.
Since it is commitment that ultimately provides the foundation for a marriage--is it possible for people to be married without the ceremony? Sure. The ceremony is the public profession that lives are being transformed: two lives become one from this day forward. I know couples who have not made the public profession--and gotten the piece of paper, but they are married--because they are committed to each other and have fused their identities and their creativity into one unit. I would urge them to make that public profession to acknowledge the transformation that has already occurred.
Marriage reminds me that individually I am less than whole--and to be whole, I need to commit to another person. Hence--1+1=1. All of me, plus all Chris in full commitment to each other makes us a new creation and fully whole people.
I love math, and using math to help understand the life is useful and this equation really helps me understand the concept of marriage.
When two people are in a relationship (but not married) they are a couple, but the equation is 1+1=2. They are still two individuals although they are together. If something doesn't go their way--they can and often do part company. That is the way it should be, until they find the person that makes them complete--that fills in the gaps and helps them to see what they have been missing from life and relationships. We were not meant to go through life alone. We are meant to be part of a team--the team defined by marriage.
The transformation between two people in a relationship and a marriage occurs through commitment to each other. The commitment to change the equation to read 1+1=1. It is not the ceremony that does this--the ceremony is the public profession that the couple is transforming from two individuals into a single new creation. I have seen marriages where the commitment wasn't there and they tried to remain two separate individuals living together. These were defective marriages and they failed. Ultimately, I believe selfishness played a factor, too.
The mystery of marriage is that each person brings everything that they are and that they have into the marriage. Nothing is held back. It is an "all in" situation, a selfless situation. It takes 100 percent of each person to make the new creation--the marriage. Even the thought process needs to transform--the two most dangerous words in a marriage are: "I want." The "I want" needs to be replaced with "I believe we." Whenever there is an "I" it should be followed closely by a "we." It is a hard idea--and I know that some people can't get by the idea that they are "giving up" their identity; but they are looking at it wrong. I confess--sometimes I still use the "I want" in my thinking and it usually gets me into trouble--sometimes it works to transform it into a "I want, do you think we" situation.
The idea behind the equation of 1+1=1 is that the new creation--the sum of one person plus one person, requires everything from both to be a one new creation. That means--using the individuality of each to improve and create the marriage. Don't lose it--use it. Don't hold back--give it all up to each other.
Since it is commitment that ultimately provides the foundation for a marriage--is it possible for people to be married without the ceremony? Sure. The ceremony is the public profession that lives are being transformed: two lives become one from this day forward. I know couples who have not made the public profession--and gotten the piece of paper, but they are married--because they are committed to each other and have fused their identities and their creativity into one unit. I would urge them to make that public profession to acknowledge the transformation that has already occurred.
Marriage reminds me that individually I am less than whole--and to be whole, I need to commit to another person. Hence--1+1=1. All of me, plus all Chris in full commitment to each other makes us a new creation and fully whole people.
Friday, June 10, 2011
The Storm
Last evening some ferocious thunderstorms blew through the area.
I stood on the covered deck and watched the trees waving in the wind--it was a magnificent sight--the dark gray clouds and the trees punctuated by the flashes of lightening followed by the peals of thunder. This was an especially mean storm as the branches of the trees swayed above us--
The lightening flashed followed almost immediately by the thunder which really is a sonic boom crashing through the evening air.
Makayla, although a bit unnerved by the ferocity of the storm, stayed by my side as I sat on the porch watching the wind and rain. I was reminded of watching storms roll down the valley from the front porch of the house I grew up in. The smell of the air, cleansed and freshened by the rain is something which lingers in my memory even today.
The way the trees bend--even though we think of them as solid, is amazing in the face of the storm.
My pool was filled with the leaves torn from those trees--but all of the ones near our house weathered the worst the storm could dish out.
The lawns drank in the water from the sky--it has been hot and dry for a couple weeks.
Evening thunderstorms--I really enjoy them--and the temperature dropped 13 degrees--from 90 to 77.
And just a quickly as it blew in--it was gone and nothing but a memory, and the resulting clean up.
I stood on the covered deck and watched the trees waving in the wind--it was a magnificent sight--the dark gray clouds and the trees punctuated by the flashes of lightening followed by the peals of thunder. This was an especially mean storm as the branches of the trees swayed above us--
The lightening flashed followed almost immediately by the thunder which really is a sonic boom crashing through the evening air.
Makayla, although a bit unnerved by the ferocity of the storm, stayed by my side as I sat on the porch watching the wind and rain. I was reminded of watching storms roll down the valley from the front porch of the house I grew up in. The smell of the air, cleansed and freshened by the rain is something which lingers in my memory even today.
The way the trees bend--even though we think of them as solid, is amazing in the face of the storm.
My pool was filled with the leaves torn from those trees--but all of the ones near our house weathered the worst the storm could dish out.
The lawns drank in the water from the sky--it has been hot and dry for a couple weeks.
Evening thunderstorms--I really enjoy them--and the temperature dropped 13 degrees--from 90 to 77.
And just a quickly as it blew in--it was gone and nothing but a memory, and the resulting clean up.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Follow Up to Daily Fun
I was successful this morning in changing my attitude form a do or die match into recreational fun.
Did I win?
No.
Does is matter?
Thankfully, no--because I was enjoying the competition and the recreation and not so strung out about winning or losing.
Maybe this will work for me if I continue to focus on playing and the joy of playing and not be so concerned about winning. I think my desire for the Orioles to win is beginning to expand into other areas of my life.
Did I win?
No.
Does is matter?
Thankfully, no--because I was enjoying the competition and the recreation and not so strung out about winning or losing.
Maybe this will work for me if I continue to focus on playing and the joy of playing and not be so concerned about winning. I think my desire for the Orioles to win is beginning to expand into other areas of my life.
When Having Fun Becomes a Daily Trial
I firmly believe we need to have fun living life as much as possible.
Some areas of life are not much fun--but others need to be fun and when they stop being fun it is time to examine what's really going on.
I've been struggling lately on the racquetball court--and something that I love has become a trial every time I step onto the court. And it is not that I am losing--I know how to lose, it is that I continue to do dumb things and don't seem to be learning from making the same stupid shot over and over again. I am allowing my frustration with myself to take the fun out of something that I love doing and something that helps me remain sharp and in shape.
I hate running for running sake--the only time I apprecaite running is when I'm being chased.
And the are other areas of life which can become a fun black hole if we are not careful.
Perspective--that is what we need. remember why we do some of the things we do--because we enjoy them. And when the enjoyment is gone, then it is time examine a bit deeper what is going on.
So last evening as I was floating in the pool, I took a moment to examine the stress I'm putting on myself in areas that I don't need to carry stress and I resolved that I am going to start having fun again and not get so tight about these things.
i mean--I do some things because I enjoy them. So I need to enjoy them again, and have fun.
I have enough things in my life that are not fun and are really serious. So I need to really guard the line and not allow recreation activities to cross over into the the realm of life and death type of situations.
I'll let you know how this works out for me.
Some areas of life are not much fun--but others need to be fun and when they stop being fun it is time to examine what's really going on.
I've been struggling lately on the racquetball court--and something that I love has become a trial every time I step onto the court. And it is not that I am losing--I know how to lose, it is that I continue to do dumb things and don't seem to be learning from making the same stupid shot over and over again. I am allowing my frustration with myself to take the fun out of something that I love doing and something that helps me remain sharp and in shape.
I hate running for running sake--the only time I apprecaite running is when I'm being chased.
And the are other areas of life which can become a fun black hole if we are not careful.
Perspective--that is what we need. remember why we do some of the things we do--because we enjoy them. And when the enjoyment is gone, then it is time examine a bit deeper what is going on.
So last evening as I was floating in the pool, I took a moment to examine the stress I'm putting on myself in areas that I don't need to carry stress and I resolved that I am going to start having fun again and not get so tight about these things.
i mean--I do some things because I enjoy them. So I need to enjoy them again, and have fun.
I have enough things in my life that are not fun and are really serious. So I need to really guard the line and not allow recreation activities to cross over into the the realm of life and death type of situations.
I'll let you know how this works out for me.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Where Was That Again?
I read an interesting article the other day that reminded me bout the phantom Bible verses that people sometimes quote. The article is "Actually, that's not in the Bible" by John Blake of CNN.
The premise of the article is that most Christians have never read the Bible, nor are they well versed on what the Bible actually says.
He makes a strong case by pointing out a number of phrases which people usually believe are Biblical--but which do not appear anywhere within the Bible:
Some of the most popular faux verses are pithy paraphrases of biblical concepts or bits of folk wisdom.
Consider these two:
“God works in mysterious ways.”
“Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
Both sound as if they are taken from the Bible, but they’re not. The first is a paraphrase of a 19th century hymn by the English poet William Cowper (“God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform).
The “cleanliness” passage was coined by John Wesley, the 18th century evangelist who founded Methodism, says Thomas Kidd, a history professor at Baylor University in Texas.
“No matter if John Wesley or someone else came up with a wise saying - if it sounds proverbish, people figure it must come from the Bible,”
He later writes about another popular non-Biblical phrase: spare the rod and spoil the child, which is often quoted in an effort to support physical punishment.
The bottom line for me after reading this article is to remind me that not everyone who quotes the Bible actually has read what they are quoting AND that that I need to continue to diligently question every teaching and check it against the source document for accuracy not only in word but context.
Christians also need to actually read the book that they haul around to meetings and church--what a concept. Open the cover and read and question and search the pages for the actual words of God.
The premise of the article is that most Christians have never read the Bible, nor are they well versed on what the Bible actually says.
He makes a strong case by pointing out a number of phrases which people usually believe are Biblical--but which do not appear anywhere within the Bible:
Some of the most popular faux verses are pithy paraphrases of biblical concepts or bits of folk wisdom.
Consider these two:
“God works in mysterious ways.”
“Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
Both sound as if they are taken from the Bible, but they’re not. The first is a paraphrase of a 19th century hymn by the English poet William Cowper (“God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform).
The “cleanliness” passage was coined by John Wesley, the 18th century evangelist who founded Methodism, says Thomas Kidd, a history professor at Baylor University in Texas.
“No matter if John Wesley or someone else came up with a wise saying - if it sounds proverbish, people figure it must come from the Bible,”
He later writes about another popular non-Biblical phrase: spare the rod and spoil the child, which is often quoted in an effort to support physical punishment.
The bottom line for me after reading this article is to remind me that not everyone who quotes the Bible actually has read what they are quoting AND that that I need to continue to diligently question every teaching and check it against the source document for accuracy not only in word but context.
Christians also need to actually read the book that they haul around to meetings and church--what a concept. Open the cover and read and question and search the pages for the actual words of God.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Heroes who walk among us
Did you ever think about the person behind you in line at the grocery store?
Or the person driving the car in the lane opposite you on the highway?
There are heroes among us who we never, or rarely, acknowledge.
Who am I writing about? Well--there are many different categories of heroes--but today I'm especially sensitive to cancer survivors. I have been face to face with many cancer survivors--I call at least three of them friends, and this weekend after I saw the scars of the battle on my nephew and witnessed his "it's not gonna beat me" attitude I realized that cancer curvivors are truly special people.
They are members of a very special fraternity.
Cancer is destructive--we all know that, but these heroes who take the full brunt of cancer's assault in their bodies which leaves them disfigured--but alive, know it far better than we who only read about cancer or talk to the survivors.
There is no living with cancer--no armistice. Cancer is either growing or gone.
And the threat of a new assault is always there.
The battle, the struggle for life after cancer is an all or nothing proposition. There is no just living or coexisting with it.
It is a life or death struggle--beat it or die. A person I respected greatly knew she could not win the battle the second time around a few years ago--and decided to cross over into eternity. But she had thought she had already beaten this insidious killer once before.
And so to the heroes in my life--Sue, Mary, and Fran; I shout out to you. I am in awe of how you live your lives every day under the shadow. And to Troy--you so impressed me this past weekend with your spirit and you courage. I wasn't sure what I was going to find when I arrived at the hospital on Friday--but I found a fighter who is facing the worst that life can toss at him and is still smiling.
Good on ya!
Or the person driving the car in the lane opposite you on the highway?
There are heroes among us who we never, or rarely, acknowledge.
Who am I writing about? Well--there are many different categories of heroes--but today I'm especially sensitive to cancer survivors. I have been face to face with many cancer survivors--I call at least three of them friends, and this weekend after I saw the scars of the battle on my nephew and witnessed his "it's not gonna beat me" attitude I realized that cancer curvivors are truly special people.
They are members of a very special fraternity.
Cancer is destructive--we all know that, but these heroes who take the full brunt of cancer's assault in their bodies which leaves them disfigured--but alive, know it far better than we who only read about cancer or talk to the survivors.
There is no living with cancer--no armistice. Cancer is either growing or gone.
And the threat of a new assault is always there.
The battle, the struggle for life after cancer is an all or nothing proposition. There is no just living or coexisting with it.
It is a life or death struggle--beat it or die. A person I respected greatly knew she could not win the battle the second time around a few years ago--and decided to cross over into eternity. But she had thought she had already beaten this insidious killer once before.
And so to the heroes in my life--Sue, Mary, and Fran; I shout out to you. I am in awe of how you live your lives every day under the shadow. And to Troy--you so impressed me this past weekend with your spirit and you courage. I wasn't sure what I was going to find when I arrived at the hospital on Friday--but I found a fighter who is facing the worst that life can toss at him and is still smiling.
Good on ya!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Monday Musings - June 6, 2011
1. Happy D-Day--please pause to remember the sacrifices of those who served to protect our freedom and the brave men who stormed the beaches of Normandy to secure freedom for Europe from the oppression of the Nazi's.
2. OK--his name is Jackson and he is a movie critic--and he was on the Today Show. I recommend him for family movie reviews. Family Movie Reviews
3. If you want a laugh--check out Nicole's random quotes of the day in her blog: Our Crazy Family
4. Family gatherings bring out the best and the worst in all of us. It reminds us why we like to get together and and also why we live apart!
5. Space, the final frontier seems to be slipping farther and farther from us when once we embraced it as the new frontier.
6. Highway driving can be exciting and boring. I'd rather it was boring.
7. I've had the chance to drive through long stretches of rolling green mountains during the past couple of days--and it reminded me how much open space there really is out there that we need to protect.
8. Ugh. My coffee pot continues to give me fits. Nothing puts a damper on a morning more quickly than coffee pot problems.
9. I visited some Finger Lakes wineries yesterday. Part of me would love to have a vineyard--but I'm sure the mystique of owning and trying to run it would soon wear off.
10. Driving home yesterday, we saw many old cars on the highway. It was fun to look at them and think of the era gone by and how far our cars (and our highways) have come in terms of MPG, safety, and comfort.
2. OK--his name is Jackson and he is a movie critic--and he was on the Today Show. I recommend him for family movie reviews. Family Movie Reviews
3. If you want a laugh--check out Nicole's random quotes of the day in her blog: Our Crazy Family
4. Family gatherings bring out the best and the worst in all of us. It reminds us why we like to get together and and also why we live apart!
5. Space, the final frontier seems to be slipping farther and farther from us when once we embraced it as the new frontier.
6. Highway driving can be exciting and boring. I'd rather it was boring.
7. I've had the chance to drive through long stretches of rolling green mountains during the past couple of days--and it reminded me how much open space there really is out there that we need to protect.
8. Ugh. My coffee pot continues to give me fits. Nothing puts a damper on a morning more quickly than coffee pot problems.
9. I visited some Finger Lakes wineries yesterday. Part of me would love to have a vineyard--but I'm sure the mystique of owning and trying to run it would soon wear off.
10. Driving home yesterday, we saw many old cars on the highway. It was fun to look at them and think of the era gone by and how far our cars (and our highways) have come in terms of MPG, safety, and comfort.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sunday trips home
The problem with weekend trips is the return trip home. The adrenaline of the departure day just isn't there and traveling so much in such a short time is hard.
We need to make it more fun. But then we are usually so anxious to get home that we don't stop along the way.
Today we make the return trek from Ithaca to Elkridge. I look forward to getting home only to be confronted by the unmowed yard and everything else I failed to do around the house this weekend. Even the newspapers at the street will be there. Unmoved and unread.
But we have enjoyed the brief visit and I really appreciate everyone dropping their loves to accommodate our quick trip.
It will be good to get home.
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We need to make it more fun. But then we are usually so anxious to get home that we don't stop along the way.
Today we make the return trek from Ithaca to Elkridge. I look forward to getting home only to be confronted by the unmowed yard and everything else I failed to do around the house this weekend. Even the newspapers at the street will be there. Unmoved and unread.
But we have enjoyed the brief visit and I really appreciate everyone dropping their loves to accommodate our quick trip.
It will be good to get home.
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Rhododendron in NY
One thing I have been noticing is the multitude of blooms on the rhododendron's around the area. They are just magnificent.
Even against the gray and rainy skies.
This one was at my parents house. Bit they seemingly are everywhere one chooses to look.
Even with the rain it is a good day for visiting and I have been doing some odd jobs around my parent's house as well as catching up.
I do miss the 90's of last weekend though.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Leaving New York
Traffic is bad!
We just left the hospital and are headed out of the Big Apple.
On the Road to NYC
Oh yeah. Let's go O's
Surfboard Poppop
The other evening I learned all about another great aspect of begin a grandfather. I became an underwater surfboard for my six-year old grandson Ethan.
Funny as it sounds--he spent most of Wednesday evening standing on my back as I crawled along the pool bottom imitating a slow speed surfboard.
I am told he was really getting into the idea of surfing on Poppop's back--although since I was underwater I really could not appreciate his enthusiasm until I surfaced.
We spend more than an hour with me crawling along the bottom for a bit and then backing up to get him off so I could surface for a breath.
I learned a couple of things: he has sharp toenails, he has sharp fingernails, and he is tireless when it comes to surfing Poppop's back.
I do have a few scratches as reminders of times when he lost his balance.
It was a beautiful afternoon and I decided to take him to our pool rather than spending the afternoon at his house watching Phineas & Ferb.
We also worked on his swimming skills and he is finally at least breathing when he swims and can almost reliably swim the length of the pool.
What a great way to spend some time after work--working with the grandsons.
Funny as it sounds--he spent most of Wednesday evening standing on my back as I crawled along the pool bottom imitating a slow speed surfboard.
I am told he was really getting into the idea of surfing on Poppop's back--although since I was underwater I really could not appreciate his enthusiasm until I surfaced.We spend more than an hour with me crawling along the bottom for a bit and then backing up to get him off so I could surface for a breath.
I learned a couple of things: he has sharp toenails, he has sharp fingernails, and he is tireless when it comes to surfing Poppop's back.
I do have a few scratches as reminders of times when he lost his balance.
It was a beautiful afternoon and I decided to take him to our pool rather than spending the afternoon at his house watching Phineas & Ferb.
We also worked on his swimming skills and he is finally at least breathing when he swims and can almost reliably swim the length of the pool.
What a great way to spend some time after work--working with the grandsons.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Endeavour's Final Touchdown from Space
As the era of U.S. manned space flight draws to an end, I need to comment about the final landing of the space shuttle Endeavour yesterday morning.
There is so much history caught up in the closing of the era of U.S. manned space--after the Atlantis mission in July, I do not reasonably expect to U.S. to launch a manned mission into space for at least the next 20 years.
And so--as the era of the Space Race comes to a close and we cede to the Russians and the Chinese the ability to place people into orbit--a sad day is coming. Manned access to space will no longer be possible form the United States. The source of national pride--which I was once able to witness in person, will no longer ply the vacuum of space carrying the US flag on its side and the Canadian Maple Leaf in the shuttle bay.
I have become so accustomed to our frequent missions into space that the loss may not be apparent for a long while. But at some point, we will wonder why we lost our adventurous spirit and become so entrenched in the mundane aspects of living that we have forgotten to refresh ourselves with the excitement and wonder of discovering the unknown and pushing the envelope of knowledge.
A bit of history about this shuttle from Wikipedia:
The orbiter is named after the British HMS Endeavour, the ship which took Captain James Cook on his first voyage of discovery (1768–1771).[5] This is why the name is spelled in the British English manner, rather than the American English ("Endeavor"). This has caused confusion, most notably when NASA themselves misspelled a sign on the launch pad in 2007.[6] The name also honored Endeavour, the Command Module of Apollo 15, itself also named after Cook's ship.
Discovery, exploration, pushing the edges of knowledge--all characteristics of the vessels named Endeavour!
And characteristics that used to define the United States.
Good-bye Endeavour--you served us well!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Bring on the Heat
I have heard people remark about the temperatures soaring from the 60's to the 80's and 90's without really visiting the 70's during the past couple of days. And it truly seems like we are enjoying those mid-July type temperatures for a bit.
Last evening after I finally made it home through some of the worst traffic I have experienced since the last three day weekend after being soundly spanked on the racquetball court, I fully appreciated my oasis in Elkridge. The pool was already in shade but the sky above was clear and blue. The trees were full and green standing tall against the sky. Every time I see the leaf filled crowns of the trees I remember the barren branches of the seasons past and I appreciate the trees and their leaves all that much more. The temperature was 90-something and the water was warm and inviting--almost too warm.
Chris and I sat in the humid evening talking about the day and the continuing struggles of life, and then I was onto a floatie in the pool with a glass of wine for some unwinding.
So--yea, when people talk about how hot it is, I sometimes forget that I am blessed with an oasis in the middle of suburbia where I can sit under palms (literally) and enjoy tropical hibiscus flowers while sipping an evening glass of wine before firing up the grill to cook the catch of the day.
My oasis is surrounded on three sides by tall and very green trees which separate us from the noise and clamor of life occurring around us. The house shields us on the fourth. Our solitude is pierced only by the incessantly repetitious noise of the ice cream truck--which I have to admit if I had the means, I would consider reducing it into a flaming pile of rubble. The sounds that single machine creates are the most offensive to my solitude that can ever be imagined. And the noise of the ice cream truck continues in my mind long after it has departed the neighborhood.
But I do so love this time of year--these first real days of summertime heat.
Bring it on--enjoy it. We all will too soon be wishing for summer again when the temperatures drop below 40.
Last evening after I finally made it home through some of the worst traffic I have experienced since the last three day weekend after being soundly spanked on the racquetball court, I fully appreciated my oasis in Elkridge. The pool was already in shade but the sky above was clear and blue. The trees were full and green standing tall against the sky. Every time I see the leaf filled crowns of the trees I remember the barren branches of the seasons past and I appreciate the trees and their leaves all that much more. The temperature was 90-something and the water was warm and inviting--almost too warm.
Chris and I sat in the humid evening talking about the day and the continuing struggles of life, and then I was onto a floatie in the pool with a glass of wine for some unwinding.
So--yea, when people talk about how hot it is, I sometimes forget that I am blessed with an oasis in the middle of suburbia where I can sit under palms (literally) and enjoy tropical hibiscus flowers while sipping an evening glass of wine before firing up the grill to cook the catch of the day.
My oasis is surrounded on three sides by tall and very green trees which separate us from the noise and clamor of life occurring around us. The house shields us on the fourth. Our solitude is pierced only by the incessantly repetitious noise of the ice cream truck--which I have to admit if I had the means, I would consider reducing it into a flaming pile of rubble. The sounds that single machine creates are the most offensive to my solitude that can ever be imagined. And the noise of the ice cream truck continues in my mind long after it has departed the neighborhood.
But I do so love this time of year--these first real days of summertime heat.
Bring it on--enjoy it. We all will too soon be wishing for summer again when the temperatures drop below 40.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Reflections of Memorial Day
The family gathered and we played and we ate.
We ate a lot.
The day was hot, the water perfect and we gathered to celebrate the beginning of summer and to remember the service men and women who lost their lives in service to this great nation.
Country music was blaring on the radio and the day would have been perfect had only the Orioles been able to stop their losing streak. But they weren't.
It was a full day of family and swimming and the pool got a great workout.
It was fun and hot and trying. Jax took a header going into the house on a slippery floor. Lucas again demonstrated his interior design abilities by rearranging the chairs, and Ethan really got the knack of swimming.
The drink of the day is something we call an Almond Joy--coconut rum and diet Sierra Mist. It goes down a bit too easy for some in the crowd.
Memorial Day 2011. God Bless America.
We ate a lot.
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| Dinner on Memorial Day 2011 |
Country music was blaring on the radio and the day would have been perfect had only the Orioles been able to stop their losing streak. But they weren't.
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| Ethan Airborne off the Board |
It was fun and hot and trying. Jax took a header going into the house on a slippery floor. Lucas again demonstrated his interior design abilities by rearranging the chairs, and Ethan really got the knack of swimming.
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| How Many Pool Toys do We Need? |
The drink of the day is something we call an Almond Joy--coconut rum and diet Sierra Mist. It goes down a bit too easy for some in the crowd.
Memorial Day 2011. God Bless America.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Summer Begins--Finally!
I decided to skip the Monday Musings this week--and to enjoy the holiday and write a bit about the weekend.
The pool received a welcome work out yesterday. I had it heated to 84 degrees and the water was simply awesome.
The day was bright and by the end of the day the entire family had visited to partake of the fruits of summertime. The pool has been open since late April but we just have not, with one exception, been able to spend much time and enjoy it.
Even I got to enjoy the pool--which was nice--since we had been busy planting and cleaning around the yard for the entire morning.
The heat of the day was very enjoyable after weeks of cold and dreary days--and today, with temperatures into the 90's promises to be even better.
The surprise of the day was Lucas--who it seems has a knack for decorating--he spend quite a while arranging the three brightly colored Adirondack chairs that we keep ready for the grandsons. He never did seem to get them exactly the way he wanted them--maybe he will do better later today.
And so, as today begins with the promise of summer heat, the thoughts of vacations and time off and excitement also begins to build. The planned trip to St. Lucia is becoming more of a reality and is not only weeks rather than months away. And there are other trips and vacations planned.
Summertime--bring it on!
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| Lucas The Designer |
The pool received a welcome work out yesterday. I had it heated to 84 degrees and the water was simply awesome.
The day was bright and by the end of the day the entire family had visited to partake of the fruits of summertime. The pool has been open since late April but we just have not, with one exception, been able to spend much time and enjoy it.
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| Me in the Pool |
The heat of the day was very enjoyable after weeks of cold and dreary days--and today, with temperatures into the 90's promises to be even better.
The surprise of the day was Lucas--who it seems has a knack for decorating--he spend quite a while arranging the three brightly colored Adirondack chairs that we keep ready for the grandsons. He never did seem to get them exactly the way he wanted them--maybe he will do better later today.
And so, as today begins with the promise of summer heat, the thoughts of vacations and time off and excitement also begins to build. The planned trip to St. Lucia is becoming more of a reality and is not only weeks rather than months away. And there are other trips and vacations planned.
Summertime--bring it on!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Coffee Crisis Escalates
It is amazing how a seemingly minor thing can really cause the day to get off to a bad start.
Coffee--or the lack of it.
As I rolled out of bed this morning Chris announced she was having an issue with the Keurig--it wasn't brewing. I made a glib comment about her always having problems with the electronics in the house and proceeded to the kitchen where I fully expected the sometimes temperamental machine to function perfectly.
It didn't.
It sat there humming--it sounded constipated. But no coffee was coming out.
I ran through the short troubleshooting checklist--put it back together and expected success.
Nope.
Nothing.
Time to bring in the serious guns--the white vinegar for descaling.
It remained constipated at which point Chris told me to go out for coffee since we were out of whole beans to press the old tried and true coffee pot into service. And out I went. To the Super Fresh store which will be closing in July to buy beans.
When I returned home--the Keurig was still constipated--seriously. Nothing was running through it. I was beginning to thing it was dead.
And then the next crisis--"Bob, what did you do with the plastic part that I told you went to some coffee cup?"
"Well, since it was broken, I threw it out," I replied. Turns out, it was a critical part of the back up coffee pot which allows the coffee to flow out of the basket and into the coffee pot. Ugh! It isn't even 8 AM in Sunday morning and already I have two worthless coffee brewers and no COFFEE!
The crisis level of the day was reaching Cuban Missile Crisis levels.
And then, magically two things happened--
Vinegar began coming out of the Keurig (finally) and I figured out how to make the old coffee pot basket drain onto the pot.
The mood in the house improved dramatically and the sense of impending doom subsided. Coffee began brewing in the old coffee pot and the smell of coffee began to help with the caffeine deprivation that was beginning to cloud our reasoning capabilities.
As coffee happily brewed, we began the four-hour (yes, 4 hour!) descaling process in the Keurig.
That first cup of coffee never tasted so good--actually it was awful! I was immediately chastised for the beans I bought with the statement--And when did Super Fresh become a coffee boutique?
But it was coffee! And it smelled good.
Crisis solved! And the Keurig should be back in service about noon!
And it is only 9AM--what is the rest of the day going to hold?
Coffee--or the lack of it.
As I rolled out of bed this morning Chris announced she was having an issue with the Keurig--it wasn't brewing. I made a glib comment about her always having problems with the electronics in the house and proceeded to the kitchen where I fully expected the sometimes temperamental machine to function perfectly.
It didn't.
It sat there humming--it sounded constipated. But no coffee was coming out.
I ran through the short troubleshooting checklist--put it back together and expected success.
Nope.
Nothing.
Time to bring in the serious guns--the white vinegar for descaling.
It remained constipated at which point Chris told me to go out for coffee since we were out of whole beans to press the old tried and true coffee pot into service. And out I went. To the Super Fresh store which will be closing in July to buy beans.
When I returned home--the Keurig was still constipated--seriously. Nothing was running through it. I was beginning to thing it was dead.
And then the next crisis--"Bob, what did you do with the plastic part that I told you went to some coffee cup?"
"Well, since it was broken, I threw it out," I replied. Turns out, it was a critical part of the back up coffee pot which allows the coffee to flow out of the basket and into the coffee pot. Ugh! It isn't even 8 AM in Sunday morning and already I have two worthless coffee brewers and no COFFEE!
The crisis level of the day was reaching Cuban Missile Crisis levels.
And then, magically two things happened--
Vinegar began coming out of the Keurig (finally) and I figured out how to make the old coffee pot basket drain onto the pot.
The mood in the house improved dramatically and the sense of impending doom subsided. Coffee began brewing in the old coffee pot and the smell of coffee began to help with the caffeine deprivation that was beginning to cloud our reasoning capabilities.
As coffee happily brewed, we began the four-hour (yes, 4 hour!) descaling process in the Keurig.
That first cup of coffee never tasted so good--actually it was awful! I was immediately chastised for the beans I bought with the statement--And when did Super Fresh become a coffee boutique?
But it was coffee! And it smelled good.
Crisis solved! And the Keurig should be back in service about noon!
And it is only 9AM--what is the rest of the day going to hold?
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Saturday Sunshine Memorial Weekend Kick-off
The storms of last evening--which were at times ferocious, have given way to a beautiful dawn with the birds singing and the breaking of a great looking day to start Memorial Day Weekend.
We spent last evening with friends--after I arrived at the airport I went directly to have dinner and wine with our friends to start the weekend--I can't think of any better way to begin any weekend, let alone a holiday weekend.
I am becoming a bit frustrated with Southwest Airlines though because it seems the on every flight lately they are securing the cabin for landing earlier and earlier--meaning I can't read my Kindle or play on my iPhone. I'm not sure it is really necessary. Last evening they secured the cabin a full 55 minutes before we actually landed--they said due to turbulence, but there wasn't any turbulence. And I am also noticing that the seat belt sign is staying on longer and longer--which means that people are beginning to ignore it more and more.
But it is the weekend--the pool is ready, the lawns need to be mowed, there is mulch to spread, a dump run to make, and I am sure groceries to shop for.
I would remind everyone that Memorial Day was a day to honor and remember those military men and women who died while in service to our country. It used to be called Decoration Day. And while the scope of the remembrances have grown, and the activities associated with the day which really also marks the beginning of the best season of the year--Summertime, the holiday is a day to remember those who we have lost and to celebrate their accomplishments.
Last evening, as I was returning to Baltimore on the flight, the crew announced that there was an honored veteran of WW2 on the flight--and we all clapped and recognized his service. It was great the way the entire cabin of the aircraft took a moment to remember the accomplishments of this veteran while he was still alive.
I am still haunted by an image I saw in the paper a few weeks ago of a small boy--4 years old I think, hanging onto his Dad's casket at the military funeral. He was saying good-bye in the only way he could. It was a touching image--and I could not find it, to share it.
And so, I am reminded--there are lots of families in our country this weekend who are mourning the loss of sons and daughters, and husbands and wives, and brothers and sisters--and we need to keep them all in our prayers, for their sacrifice and the sacrifice of their loved one is far greater and more real than many of us can imagine as we stuff ourselves with hamburgers and beer from the grill around the swimming pool.
We spent last evening with friends--after I arrived at the airport I went directly to have dinner and wine with our friends to start the weekend--I can't think of any better way to begin any weekend, let alone a holiday weekend.
I am becoming a bit frustrated with Southwest Airlines though because it seems the on every flight lately they are securing the cabin for landing earlier and earlier--meaning I can't read my Kindle or play on my iPhone. I'm not sure it is really necessary. Last evening they secured the cabin a full 55 minutes before we actually landed--they said due to turbulence, but there wasn't any turbulence. And I am also noticing that the seat belt sign is staying on longer and longer--which means that people are beginning to ignore it more and more.
But it is the weekend--the pool is ready, the lawns need to be mowed, there is mulch to spread, a dump run to make, and I am sure groceries to shop for.
I would remind everyone that Memorial Day was a day to honor and remember those military men and women who died while in service to our country. It used to be called Decoration Day. And while the scope of the remembrances have grown, and the activities associated with the day which really also marks the beginning of the best season of the year--Summertime, the holiday is a day to remember those who we have lost and to celebrate their accomplishments.
Last evening, as I was returning to Baltimore on the flight, the crew announced that there was an honored veteran of WW2 on the flight--and we all clapped and recognized his service. It was great the way the entire cabin of the aircraft took a moment to remember the accomplishments of this veteran while he was still alive.
I am still haunted by an image I saw in the paper a few weeks ago of a small boy--4 years old I think, hanging onto his Dad's casket at the military funeral. He was saying good-bye in the only way he could. It was a touching image--and I could not find it, to share it.
And so, I am reminded--there are lots of families in our country this weekend who are mourning the loss of sons and daughters, and husbands and wives, and brothers and sisters--and we need to keep them all in our prayers, for their sacrifice and the sacrifice of their loved one is far greater and more real than many of us can imagine as we stuff ourselves with hamburgers and beer from the grill around the swimming pool.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Stuck in the Airport on a Friday
Probably not going to happen.
My flight is delayed over an hour.
Ugh.
I know it happens. But why today at the start of a three day weekend?
A Reminder of Days Forgotten
It was in another time and in another place. The past and the present mingled yesterday during a retirement ceremony for a USAF colonel who retired after 25 years of service.
The day was sobered by the arrival of the remains of 25 year old soldier who was killed in Afghanistan about a week ago enroute to his final resting place in Centennial, Colorado--a juxtaposition of time and space. On hero retiring after 25 years of service with his wife and family present--the other hero returning home after giving his all for this nation to be greeted by his family and friends and remembered for his sacrifice.
And there in the middle was me.
For it was 25 years ago that both the colonel who was retiring retiring and the general who was the officiating officer at the retirement ceremony were my students at school at the now closed Lowry AFB, and remembered me and the school to everyone during the ceremony. I felt very conspicuous.
I was at the same time honored and felt old.
For I too have served our nation, retiring after 21 years of service--and I still serve in a different capacity.
It was a very different experience for me to see students remembering me at the end of their first and the beginning their second career.
I recalled those days a quarter century ago--of teaching and managing courses for the Air Force and trying to be the best instructor and instructor supervisor possible, while also being creative with the curriculum. It was during the middle of my career in the Air Force.
As I listened to 25 years of service recounted for the assembled people there to celebrate the turning of a page of life, I reflected upon my own Air Force career--it seems so long ago and yet it was only yesterday. My family was still young--and I had dreams of making my mark on the world without fully realizing then that making a mark is not something done in a splashy way--but by what we do every day.
It was truly another time and another place.
Memories and reality. Celebration and mourning.
It was a very different day, after all.
The day was sobered by the arrival of the remains of 25 year old soldier who was killed in Afghanistan about a week ago enroute to his final resting place in Centennial, Colorado--a juxtaposition of time and space. On hero retiring after 25 years of service with his wife and family present--the other hero returning home after giving his all for this nation to be greeted by his family and friends and remembered for his sacrifice.
And there in the middle was me.
For it was 25 years ago that both the colonel who was retiring retiring and the general who was the officiating officer at the retirement ceremony were my students at school at the now closed Lowry AFB, and remembered me and the school to everyone during the ceremony. I felt very conspicuous.
I was at the same time honored and felt old.
For I too have served our nation, retiring after 21 years of service--and I still serve in a different capacity.
It was a very different experience for me to see students remembering me at the end of their first and the beginning their second career.
I recalled those days a quarter century ago--of teaching and managing courses for the Air Force and trying to be the best instructor and instructor supervisor possible, while also being creative with the curriculum. It was during the middle of my career in the Air Force.
As I listened to 25 years of service recounted for the assembled people there to celebrate the turning of a page of life, I reflected upon my own Air Force career--it seems so long ago and yet it was only yesterday. My family was still young--and I had dreams of making my mark on the world without fully realizing then that making a mark is not something done in a splashy way--but by what we do every day.
It was truly another time and another place.
Memories and reality. Celebration and mourning.
It was a very different day, after all.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Out the Hotel Window - Denver May 2011
It is amazing what a difference a few months make in hotel window scenery. Of course--this certainly isn't Sarasota, Florida and I am not headed to the beach later today.
The last time I was at this hotel, though, I was treated to a great view of the bus station--which isn't all that pretty and of course was a bit loud.These pictures are from last evening when I arrived--the big black building is directly in front of my view--blocking out the horizon even though I'm nine stories up.
And last time I stayed in downtown Denver it was really cold and all I could do was dream of going to a baseball game--I did go to a hockey game then though and saw the current Western Conference Champion Vancouver Canucks lose to the the hometown Avalanche. That was memorable since Vancouver will be playing for the Stanley Cup starting next week. I remember I could just see Coors Field in the distance.And longed for the Boys of Summer.
This trip was warmer and I got the chance to experience a baseball game. And I do love baseball.
The two hour time difference is killing me.
And wouldn't you know it, there are two clocks in my room and I didn't notice they were an hour apart. So I felt bad when I hopped out of bed at 6:15 thinking I had missed my morning check in with Chris. Then I noticed the clock I set the alarm on was an hour behind.
So I actually got up early and had my first cup of coffee in my hand earlier than I had planned.
Important safety tip--make sure the clocks in the room have approximately the same time on them.
So, now I'm ready for the day--earlier than planned. And the dawn has broken--another day is set to begin. And after peaking out my hotel window, I'm ready for it.
The last time I was at this hotel, though, I was treated to a great view of the bus station--which isn't all that pretty and of course was a bit loud.These pictures are from last evening when I arrived--the big black building is directly in front of my view--blocking out the horizon even though I'm nine stories up.And last time I stayed in downtown Denver it was really cold and all I could do was dream of going to a baseball game--I did go to a hockey game then though and saw the current Western Conference Champion Vancouver Canucks lose to the the hometown Avalanche. That was memorable since Vancouver will be playing for the Stanley Cup starting next week. I remember I could just see Coors Field in the distance.And longed for the Boys of Summer.
This trip was warmer and I got the chance to experience a baseball game. And I do love baseball.
The two hour time difference is killing me.
And wouldn't you know it, there are two clocks in my room and I didn't notice they were an hour apart. So I felt bad when I hopped out of bed at 6:15 thinking I had missed my morning check in with Chris. Then I noticed the clock I set the alarm on was an hour behind.So I actually got up early and had my first cup of coffee in my hand earlier than I had planned.
Important safety tip--make sure the clocks in the room have approximately the same time on them.
So, now I'm ready for the day--earlier than planned. And the dawn has broken--another day is set to begin. And after peaking out my hotel window, I'm ready for it.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Rockies Basball
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| Coors Field, May 25, 2011 |
Addendum:
The Rockies lost to the visiting Diamondbacks 2-1. But a favorite former Oriole did his a double--Ty Wiggington for the home-team.
Mist in the Trees
Driving to work yesterday morning, I looked out over the trees
Blue-tinged mist was hanging in the green leaves
As the humid day got off to a full throttle start.
The dampness was everywhere, palpable
the smells of the maturing springtime into summertime were sweet
to my nose as I noted that the fully now green trees
were standing tall against the gray dark rain swollen clouds
waiting to drench the land yet again with rain
which to vast areas of our country has reached damaging flood levels.
And I thought of the tornadoes which ravaged Missouri
my sister and her husband live there, not too near but still there,
the trees I am enjoying this morning would be reduced to toothpicks
in the face of these horrific storms.
The mist was still--hanging in the motionless air
reminding me that the days are longer now
a short couple months ago I would be driving to work in the dark
with my only my headlights to illuminate the world
I never would have noticed the mist hidden by the darkness of the night.
I snuck a final glance at the mist in the trees
as the road dove down taking me beneath the canopy
where I could no longer enjoy the rolling green
which stretched out to the horizon,
undulating, like waves upon the land
happy that the springtime was blossoming into summer.
Blue-tinged mist was hanging in the green leaves
As the humid day got off to a full throttle start.
The dampness was everywhere, palpable
the smells of the maturing springtime into summertime were sweet
to my nose as I noted that the fully now green trees
were standing tall against the gray dark rain swollen clouds
waiting to drench the land yet again with rain
which to vast areas of our country has reached damaging flood levels.
And I thought of the tornadoes which ravaged Missouri
my sister and her husband live there, not too near but still there,
the trees I am enjoying this morning would be reduced to toothpicks
in the face of these horrific storms.
The mist was still--hanging in the motionless air
reminding me that the days are longer now
a short couple months ago I would be driving to work in the dark
with my only my headlights to illuminate the world
I never would have noticed the mist hidden by the darkness of the night.
I snuck a final glance at the mist in the trees
as the road dove down taking me beneath the canopy
where I could no longer enjoy the rolling green
which stretched out to the horizon,
undulating, like waves upon the land
happy that the springtime was blossoming into summer.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Poolside Frustration and Holiday Weekend Planning
It had a funny thought last evening as I was standing in a very long line at my favorite pool supply store on an emergency run to get the compound I needed to affix the couple of ceramic pool tiles that had fallen off during the winter. I had suffered though rush hour traffic to get to the store which is a few miles from the house and so I was not too amused by the long waits to check out.
It occurred to me that the line was far longer than usual and the store seemed to be amply staffed by eager assistants. Usually, there my be another one or two customers in the store on a week night, but last evening the store was full. The lines were ten people deep and the staff was clearly frazzled.
And then I understood--here it was, the Monday before Memorial Day and we were all trying to get the pools ready for that first big party of the summer. I turned to the guy behind me in line, who was loaded with pool stuff and made that very comment. He smiled and said, "You got that right, bub."
I felt validated.
To pool owners, Memorial Day is the beginning of the reason we all own pools anyway, to enjoy the summer sun in a cool piece of resort living right in our own backyard.
Pool ownership is not for everyone--it is a project that requires care and planning and effort and not a little bit of cost. But, I so enjoy my pool and watching the family enjoy it too.
But pool maintenance can be frustrating, too. After I left the pool store and began the trek through traffic back to home, I noted the clouds getting darker and more ominous. I really wanted to get the tiles done so I could mentally say that the pool was fully ready for the onslaught of family expected during the three day celebration of a holiday weekend.
But alas--the rain started even before I got home. Not a lot of rain. but enough to make everything wet and to make doing the tiles an even more unpleasant job than it is to begin with. I decided to wait foer everythign to dry out--which it did by about 8pm.
But by then--I was at Best Buy and then Lowe's on another shopping mission and the pool work had slipped into today--ugh!
So, to borrow a line from Phineas and Ferb: I know what I'm going to do tonight!
It occurred to me that the line was far longer than usual and the store seemed to be amply staffed by eager assistants. Usually, there my be another one or two customers in the store on a week night, but last evening the store was full. The lines were ten people deep and the staff was clearly frazzled.
And then I understood--here it was, the Monday before Memorial Day and we were all trying to get the pools ready for that first big party of the summer. I turned to the guy behind me in line, who was loaded with pool stuff and made that very comment. He smiled and said, "You got that right, bub."
I felt validated.
To pool owners, Memorial Day is the beginning of the reason we all own pools anyway, to enjoy the summer sun in a cool piece of resort living right in our own backyard.
Pool ownership is not for everyone--it is a project that requires care and planning and effort and not a little bit of cost. But, I so enjoy my pool and watching the family enjoy it too.
But pool maintenance can be frustrating, too. After I left the pool store and began the trek through traffic back to home, I noted the clouds getting darker and more ominous. I really wanted to get the tiles done so I could mentally say that the pool was fully ready for the onslaught of family expected during the three day celebration of a holiday weekend.
But alas--the rain started even before I got home. Not a lot of rain. but enough to make everything wet and to make doing the tiles an even more unpleasant job than it is to begin with. I decided to wait foer everythign to dry out--which it did by about 8pm.
But by then--I was at Best Buy and then Lowe's on another shopping mission and the pool work had slipped into today--ugh!
So, to borrow a line from Phineas and Ferb: I know what I'm going to do tonight!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Monday Musings - May 23, 2011
1. Just as a reminder--I'm still here. The rapture didn't happen--I'm not sure if I'm happy or not.
2. I'm sitting here in front of a big bouquet of peony's--they are beautiful and fragrant. I picked them yesterday and they are still fresh looking today.
3. There was something not quite right when the phone rang as I was leaving the house 30 minutes before her scheduled arrival to retrieve Chris from her bus ride back from NYC. "Where are you?" she said. "Just leaving," I replied. "Well I'm already here so don't get a speeding ticket on your way." Really? 30 minutes early on a 3 hour 20 minute planned bus ride from NYC? I didn't know they made supersonic buses.
4. Just for the record--the O's beat the Nats yesterday 2-1 in a tightly played game that I was sure would wind up in the loss column for the Orioles. Miracles happen and for the first game in a long time, the relievers did not give up a run. The game ended on a dramatic strike 'em out, throw 'em out double play. Which was very exciting, more so in that it was the second such play of the game.
5. Sitting around the pool last evening with a bottle of wine and dinner was probably the best meal I've enjoyed in over a week.
6. A busy week is planned--more travel, but the three-day weekend at the end will definitely be welcomed.
7. May is winding down. It is amazing how quickly the month seems to be soaring along. All too quickly summertime will be upon us--and then gone.
8. The stinkbug plague is back. We found stinkbugs yesterday. They all met with a watery grave.
3. There was something not quite right when the phone rang as I was leaving the house 30 minutes before her scheduled arrival to retrieve Chris from her bus ride back from NYC. "Where are you?" she said. "Just leaving," I replied. "Well I'm already here so don't get a speeding ticket on your way." Really? 30 minutes early on a 3 hour 20 minute planned bus ride from NYC? I didn't know they made supersonic buses.
4. Just for the record--the O's beat the Nats yesterday 2-1 in a tightly played game that I was sure would wind up in the loss column for the Orioles. Miracles happen and for the first game in a long time, the relievers did not give up a run. The game ended on a dramatic strike 'em out, throw 'em out double play. Which was very exciting, more so in that it was the second such play of the game.
5. Sitting around the pool last evening with a bottle of wine and dinner was probably the best meal I've enjoyed in over a week.
6. A busy week is planned--more travel, but the three-day weekend at the end will definitely be welcomed.
7. May is winding down. It is amazing how quickly the month seems to be soaring along. All too quickly summertime will be upon us--and then gone.
8. The stinkbug plague is back. We found stinkbugs yesterday. They all met with a watery grave.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Warm Temperatures and Nice Evenings
I sat outside last evening and enjoyed the end of the day. Good friends, wine, and munchies. Even an occasional mosquito--which brought out the bug spray for the first time this year.
I watched the bats come out to play in the twilight sky and enjoyed the trees fully covered in deep green foliage.
It was the perfect ending to a great day.
It had been a day of mowing and cleaning and working outside even pulling up an occasional weed form the gardens. One of those early summer days which we usually have a few more of by this time of the year--but this year has been cool and rainy.
I checked out the herb garden and determined that it actually does receive good sunlight during the middle of the day--which is why the weeds seem to be doing better than the cilantro and rosemary.
The most frustrating part of the day was my continuing battle with Comcast to ensure consistent internet service--they were having some issue and my internet kept dropping out, which really wasn't a problem because of everything else I was doing--but it was an annoyance.
We sat around late into the evening chatting about the day and the week and life. A fitting end to a day which saw sun, blue skies, and 80 degrees all on a weekend for a change.
Oh and did I mention that the pool even saw some action, too. Yeah--it has been open a month and this was the first swim.
I watched the bats come out to play in the twilight sky and enjoyed the trees fully covered in deep green foliage.
It was the perfect ending to a great day.
It had been a day of mowing and cleaning and working outside even pulling up an occasional weed form the gardens. One of those early summer days which we usually have a few more of by this time of the year--but this year has been cool and rainy.
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| First Swim of the Season Patrick, Tina and Chewie |
The most frustrating part of the day was my continuing battle with Comcast to ensure consistent internet service--they were having some issue and my internet kept dropping out, which really wasn't a problem because of everything else I was doing--but it was an annoyance.
We sat around late into the evening chatting about the day and the week and life. A fitting end to a day which saw sun, blue skies, and 80 degrees all on a weekend for a change.
Oh and did I mention that the pool even saw some action, too. Yeah--it has been open a month and this was the first swim.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Flowers of Springtime
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| Peony in the Evening Light |
I love the smell of the peony, its sweet perfume like fragrance is intoxicating and the blooms are complex and full. I think many other flowers try to imitate the peony in terms of bloom fullness or fragrance--but truly, the peony is the the king--if only the stalks were stronger and they would stand straight up.
I can almost smell the one that is in the picture that I took last evening.
And the cascading clematis which we planted last year has not disappointed, either.
Its blooms are full rising up from the ground in a dark blue/purple mound.
I am enjoying the Springtime more and more this year as I experience again the rebirth of summer--and everyone knows that I am a summer-type of guy.
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| Clematis Mound May 2011 |
Although, I am sitting here waiting for the morning temperature to rise above 60 degrees so that I can begin my outside work after a week of storms and rain.
There is so much to do.
Butt the flowers make it enjoyable because every so often I can stop and enjoy their blooms and experience the moment just marveling at how diverse and awesome the world is--if only we allow ourselves to see it a bit.
I note that the magical temperature of 60 degrees has been met--and so it is off to labor in the yard and do the business of the day.
Happily--because good weather and the weekend are not terms which usually go together around here.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thoughts and Musings
A home improvement project will always take twice as long as the guy thinks it will. Sadly, it will take four times longer than the wife thinks it should.
Why do cats always puke up their hairballs on the carpet and not the wood floor?
Who knew that my dog would hate getting her feet wet--except when she is playing in the stream behind the house.
Why did the house sound so empty when I came home yesterday--and it was the same as when I come home any other day? But I knew I was alone yesterday.
Darkness is not the opposite of light, it is the absence of light.
Cold is not the opposite of heat, it is the absence of heat.
Why do I worry about losing seconds when I am driving, but don't worry about losing hours when I am home?
New technology is fun--until it becomes enslaving.
Who developed that new car smell and why do we all seem to be infatuated by it?
We do not appreciate our health until we lose it, nor our lifestyle until it changes. I need to be content where I am and enjoy the now.
So what's wrong with dreaming about having a dive boat in Key West?
Why do cats always puke up their hairballs on the carpet and not the wood floor?
Who knew that my dog would hate getting her feet wet--except when she is playing in the stream behind the house.
Why did the house sound so empty when I came home yesterday--and it was the same as when I come home any other day? But I knew I was alone yesterday.
Darkness is not the opposite of light, it is the absence of light.
Cold is not the opposite of heat, it is the absence of heat.
Why do I worry about losing seconds when I am driving, but don't worry about losing hours when I am home?
New technology is fun--until it becomes enslaving.
Who developed that new car smell and why do we all seem to be infatuated by it?
We do not appreciate our health until we lose it, nor our lifestyle until it changes. I need to be content where I am and enjoy the now.
So what's wrong with dreaming about having a dive boat in Key West?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Storms and Sun
This week has been stormy, rainy, and generally gloomy.
And that assessment is not only for the weather.
As I write this, one member of our extended family, Troy, is recovering in a hospital in NYC after having extensive surgery in his battle with cancer. And this is not minor surgery. But he is doing well--and the surgery had better than expected results.
So this week has not been a lot of fun.
I know the sun still shines above the clouds--I have witnessed the impressive spectacle of breaking through dark clouds and into bright sun and blue skies. We need to keep ourselves above the storms in the sunlight.
But it is hard.
Slogging through rain drenched streets and paths makes me wet.
And muddy.
It is hard to keep the mud off when it splashes everywhere--and so I have determined that being in bright sunshine is a state of mind which transcends the mud on my shoes.
But every time I look down--I see the mud and forget the sunshine.
And that assessment is not only for the weather.
As I write this, one member of our extended family, Troy, is recovering in a hospital in NYC after having extensive surgery in his battle with cancer. And this is not minor surgery. But he is doing well--and the surgery had better than expected results.
So this week has not been a lot of fun.
I know the sun still shines above the clouds--I have witnessed the impressive spectacle of breaking through dark clouds and into bright sun and blue skies. We need to keep ourselves above the storms in the sunlight.
But it is hard.
Slogging through rain drenched streets and paths makes me wet.
And muddy.
It is hard to keep the mud off when it splashes everywhere--and so I have determined that being in bright sunshine is a state of mind which transcends the mud on my shoes.
But every time I look down--I see the mud and forget the sunshine.
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