1. Happy Labor Day. I hope the weather is good wherever you are celebrating because it is rainy and downright cold in upstate NY.
2. I have been enjoying sleeping in a bit this weekend--I wonder if I should change my arrival and departure times at work so that I can enjoy sleeping in on a regular basis?
3. It is definitely football season, I have watched more college football games this weekend than I can remember watching in a long time. And I am looking forward to the Maryland-Miami game to closeout the weekend this evening.
4. The saddest part about holiday weekends is going back to work.
5. I was reviewing the projects still on the plan for this year and realized that I am beginning to get a bit behind--crown molding in the dining room, new decking, and cleaning the garage attic. Ugh.
6. I've been asked when I plan to close the pool a lot lately. Truth is, I don't know. Sometime between now and October.
7. Wineries are a good reason to visit the Finger Lakes region of NY. We visited three on Sunday morning and plan to visit two more on our trek back to Elkridge later today.
8. I found out what the combination of blooming golden rod, fresh cut hay, and newly mowed lawn causes. Nasal congestion! Break out the Claritin and Flonase.
9. I love the sound of a quiet house in the morning before everyone gets up. Maybe that's why I get up so early.
10. If the postal service defaults and mail delivery stops, do we still have to pay our bills that we won't receive?
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Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Cat on the Railing
There he was last evening. One of those iconic cats that just seem to survive all and over come all sitting on the railing on the porch.
Jackson, the cat, has been around it seems like forever. He is a self assured, no nonsense cat that dogs respect and for whom people are necessary only as a food source.
Jackson has seen it all and been through it all. He is an accomplished hunter and stalker.
He is the definition of the self-reliant cat.
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Jackson, the cat, has been around it seems like forever. He is a self assured, no nonsense cat that dogs respect and for whom people are necessary only as a food source.
Jackson has seen it all and been through it all. He is an accomplished hunter and stalker.
He is the definition of the self-reliant cat.
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Location:Hayts Rd,Ithaca,United States
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Haze Covered Hills
As we drove to Ithaca yesterday, and again this morning, I noticed the haze covered hills far in the distance like a collage by some famous artist.
The hills stretched into the distance and t one point I counted four distinct ranges--each more faint to my eyes, but still there. And as the road covered the miles the distant hills were replaced by more distant hills.
Endless it seemed.
The farmers are out working the fields bringing in the hay. Big circular bales lie in the fields ready for the winter season ahead.
There is so much work being done--even on a weekend when the weather is good.
I'm thankful that I get most of the weekend off.
But it was good to get back to an area where the landscape is defined by the majestic hills lending character and texture to the scene. And of course, that haze reminds me of the dog days of summer--one of the final weekends before the season changes for good.
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The hills stretched into the distance and t one point I counted four distinct ranges--each more faint to my eyes, but still there. And as the road covered the miles the distant hills were replaced by more distant hills.
Endless it seemed.
The farmers are out working the fields bringing in the hay. Big circular bales lie in the fields ready for the winter season ahead.
There is so much work being done--even on a weekend when the weather is good.
I'm thankful that I get most of the weekend off.
But it was good to get back to an area where the landscape is defined by the majestic hills lending character and texture to the scene. And of course, that haze reminds me of the dog days of summer--one of the final weekends before the season changes for good.
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Friday, September 2, 2011
Labor Day Weekend 2011
Holiday weekends--aside from been three-day weekends, seem to excite everyone who gets to enjoy the time off. Planning for a short trip to visit family or just to travel a bit provides a much needed break from the routine of life.
Holiday weekends also provide a reason for families to get together and to celebrate being a family. I am looking forward to spending time with family just being family this weekend.
Labor Day is also one of the holidays which marks the passing of a season: the transition of summer into autumn. Although the season doesn't actually change until later in the month--it is essentially the autumn after Labor Day--which is in reality the last weekend of summer.
I can't believe it is September already. I always feel a bit sad for Ethan in September because for our family it is the beginning of a fairly aggressive birthday season which does not end until his birthday in April. It is tough being the tail-end-charlie for all of the birthday celebrations. I think everyone is a bit birthday weary by the time mid-April rolls around, but his Mom goes all out for him to compensate.
Travel, birthdays, cooler temperatures, and shorter days--September is all of these.
I will strive to keep the pool open a few more weeks--but it is already so cool that I'm not sure anyone really wants to spend time in it anyway. And propane has become so expensive that I probably won't heat it up, either.
Whatever your plans are--
Enjoy your Labor Day weekend. If you get to celebrate by having three or more days off, then celebrate. If you have to work--celebrate having a job, these are hard times. If you are traveling, be careful and thoughtful of others who are traveling with you either on the roads or in the planes, trains, and busses which will likely be full.
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Holiday weekends also provide a reason for families to get together and to celebrate being a family. I am looking forward to spending time with family just being family this weekend.
Labor Day is also one of the holidays which marks the passing of a season: the transition of summer into autumn. Although the season doesn't actually change until later in the month--it is essentially the autumn after Labor Day--which is in reality the last weekend of summer.
I can't believe it is September already. I always feel a bit sad for Ethan in September because for our family it is the beginning of a fairly aggressive birthday season which does not end until his birthday in April. It is tough being the tail-end-charlie for all of the birthday celebrations. I think everyone is a bit birthday weary by the time mid-April rolls around, but his Mom goes all out for him to compensate.
Travel, birthdays, cooler temperatures, and shorter days--September is all of these.
I will strive to keep the pool open a few more weeks--but it is already so cool that I'm not sure anyone really wants to spend time in it anyway. And propane has become so expensive that I probably won't heat it up, either.
Whatever your plans are--
Enjoy your Labor Day weekend. If you get to celebrate by having three or more days off, then celebrate. If you have to work--celebrate having a job, these are hard times. If you are traveling, be careful and thoughtful of others who are traveling with you either on the roads or in the planes, trains, and busses which will likely be full.
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
Doctor Day
Some days just need to be devoted to things we don't like to do. Like going to the doctor.
That was my day--two different doctors who coordinated to make my life just a bit more difficult by loading me up more tests and scans.
All because I've had a killer headache for almost two weeks.
But I feel thoroughly violated (not really), but I do appreciate the diligence that they both used in examining my symptoms and trying to find something. Failing that, the kicking team came on the field and we punted.
At least it was a beautiful afternoon--enjoyed from the inside of medical arts buildings.
Maybe some answers in a week or so.
Till then--take a couple pills and call me if it gets too bad. (It already is).
But both of them are really nice and I enjoy talking to them because they listen and try to put things together, much like I do.
By the way, did anyone notice that August 2011 is history?
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That was my day--two different doctors who coordinated to make my life just a bit more difficult by loading me up more tests and scans.
All because I've had a killer headache for almost two weeks.
But I feel thoroughly violated (not really), but I do appreciate the diligence that they both used in examining my symptoms and trying to find something. Failing that, the kicking team came on the field and we punted.
At least it was a beautiful afternoon--enjoyed from the inside of medical arts buildings.
Maybe some answers in a week or so.
Till then--take a couple pills and call me if it gets too bad. (It already is).
But both of them are really nice and I enjoy talking to them because they listen and try to put things together, much like I do.
By the way, did anyone notice that August 2011 is history?
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Afternoon in the Airport
Yesterday afternoon, as I was trying to get home on an earlier flight, I got to spend some alone time in the Denver airport again. It is almost becoming a home away from home.
I love sitting in the restaurants looking out at the airliners coming and going and imagining that I was part of the operation going on out there. The activity levels are everywhere. Aircraft moving, baggage being trucked around, passengers being embarked and disembarked from the air vehicles.
I sometimes wonder what kind off wonder our forefathers would have at seeing what we have become as a nation. I used to fly United a lot--but now it seems I am a Southwest traveler.
I love saying that "I'm flying first class today" whenever I board a Southwest flight. It always gets a giggle from both the passengers in the area and the crew.
I guess I love being around air operations because it reminds me of olden times when I was a young lieutenant at a Strategic Air Command B-52 bombardment wing.
Those were the days. Like now, I knew that I was part of something important. God forbid that the bombers actually had to do the missions that the crews were trained to do--but if they did, I wanted to be sure they had every opportunity for success. That is what it was like during the Cold War.
I can barely believe that sitting in Denver, reminded me of all of those times. And friends long ago forgotten.
Thanks Patrick for posting that picture of me in my Captain's uniform with Nicole on my leg back in those good old days. I'm not even sure you were born yet when that image was taken. You have rekindled long forgotten memories of a different time and place.
And all while I was sipping a beer in Denver waiting as a stand-by passenger for a flight home that I made.
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I love sitting in the restaurants looking out at the airliners coming and going and imagining that I was part of the operation going on out there. The activity levels are everywhere. Aircraft moving, baggage being trucked around, passengers being embarked and disembarked from the air vehicles.
I sometimes wonder what kind off wonder our forefathers would have at seeing what we have become as a nation. I used to fly United a lot--but now it seems I am a Southwest traveler.
I love saying that "I'm flying first class today" whenever I board a Southwest flight. It always gets a giggle from both the passengers in the area and the crew.
I guess I love being around air operations because it reminds me of olden times when I was a young lieutenant at a Strategic Air Command B-52 bombardment wing.
Those were the days. Like now, I knew that I was part of something important. God forbid that the bombers actually had to do the missions that the crews were trained to do--but if they did, I wanted to be sure they had every opportunity for success. That is what it was like during the Cold War.
I can barely believe that sitting in Denver, reminded me of all of those times. And friends long ago forgotten.
Thanks Patrick for posting that picture of me in my Captain's uniform with Nicole on my leg back in those good old days. I'm not even sure you were born yet when that image was taken. You have rekindled long forgotten memories of a different time and place.
And all while I was sipping a beer in Denver waiting as a stand-by passenger for a flight home that I made.
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