Today, welcome to my 2nd Weekly Blog Roundup
(organic, I promise) of some other bloggers I enjoyed in the past week.
I will try to maintain this at least through the rest of January, and
February.
Before I launch into the roundup, I want to blog a bit more about all the people in big cities and small on the east coast of the United States, like Philadelphia and New York, who endured a blizzard yesterday. At least 14 dead, thousands stranded, thousands more without power.
But, at the same time, everything shut down - mass transit, restaurants - and what did many these people do? They embraced joy. To quote a old and tired expression one more time, they took the lemons handed to them and made lemonade.
Today, I am determined, in my own life, to do the same.
Too often we pay attention to our own blogs and don't thank those
bloggers who inspire us, give us ideas, entertain us, make us think, or
introduce us to worlds different than our own.
Today, I link to several blog posts I enjoyed this past week.
Roy Ackerman, one of the most intelligent people I have met in the blogosphere, notes the passing of a man with a special lesson to teach us.
Alice blogs about a wonderful online crochet group she's belonged to for years and the "comfortghans" they make for group members going through a rough patch.
(Have I mentioned I've been a crocheter for some 45 years? Not recently? Well.....)
Carol Cassara blogs about people who go off the grid. In a big (and ice cold) way.
K. Lee Banks, a blogger from Maine, blogs about the rules of happiness - this is a series; I suggest you read them all.
Emma from the United Kingdom blogs about a trip she wants to make - for most people it would be an easy one - for her, harder in ways many of us wouldn't think of.
Do you love to read? Would this list brought to us by Indian blogger Parul surprise you?
What were some of your favorite blog posts of this week?
What are your favorite topics of blog posts?
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Local Saturday-When Location is Everything
Today, a lot of the coastal Northeast United States is under blizzard conditions. Winter has kicked in, and in a big way. Our nations capital is shut down, and may have their highest snow total ever.
It all depends where you are. Coastal areas are experiencing flooding. But, elsewhere, a party atmosphere holds, as people come out and play.
These are the "Rocky Steps" in Philadelphia, famous as the 72 stone steps in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art that film character Rocky Balboa runs up in several Rocky movies. Today, children and college students sled down them.
About 90 miles away, in New York City, tourists and residents walk and cross country ski in Times Square. (This is a live picture taken at 3:15 pm by our Weather Channel, and I did not photoshop in the gloom from the heavy snow in progress.)
Meanwhile, where I live, inland, in upstate New York, we missed the storm all together.
All we have is a coating of snow on the ground and on a frozen creek.
In my back yard, frozen Lenten Rose flowers add some winter interest.
I even have some parsley left in my back yard.
I know that the next storm may hit us, and miss the coast. That's how winter works around here.
But, in the meantime, I'm happy we missed this storm.
It all depends where you are. Coastal areas are experiencing flooding. But, elsewhere, a party atmosphere holds, as people come out and play.
About 90 miles away, in New York City, tourists and residents walk and cross country ski in Times Square. (This is a live picture taken at 3:15 pm by our Weather Channel, and I did not photoshop in the gloom from the heavy snow in progress.)
All we have is a coating of snow on the ground and on a frozen creek.
I know that the next storm may hit us, and miss the coast. That's how winter works around here.
But, in the meantime, I'm happy we missed this storm.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Don't Rummage Through Your Purse in Public
Another 15 seconds of fame for your blogger, AM.
This time, I appeared (three times in one night) on a local news program...rummaging through my purse.
Said rummaging was during a class on decluttering, downsizing and reorganizing. I didn't know I was being videoed until the next day, when my co workers gleefully told me about my candid appearance in the video. Oops.
Exhibit one for decluttering and downsizing: my purse. I think I was rummaging for a pen to take notes.
Anyway, our local Office for Aging sponsored this class on decluttering and downsizing. It was more a sharing of common experience, along with a couple of hand outs. I was one of the few caregivers there but there were a lot of middle aged and older people there to find out how to take control of their lives back from clutter.
I'll bet many of my readers struggle with this.
So do many bloggers.
The name of Marie Kondo even came up. Yes, we do have a lot to learn from this decluttering expert from Japan, but if I bought her book, it would join the otherthousands hundreds of books in my house. Along with unread magazines. And nostalgic knicknacks. Clothes I don't fit into. Shoes. Stuff from my grown son's childhood and things I am storing for my mother in law. Paperwork. Ah, all that paperwork.
I even found out there is a clutter support group that meets once a month in our area. On a weekday, of course, when I work. But I did learn a lot in the class, and I am ready to tackle the clutter. Not like Marie Kondo would. But I will find my own way. I have to.
One small step at a time. I (and my belongings) will be happier for it.
Do you have a problem with clutter?
This time, I appeared (three times in one night) on a local news program...rummaging through my purse.
Said rummaging was during a class on decluttering, downsizing and reorganizing. I didn't know I was being videoed until the next day, when my co workers gleefully told me about my candid appearance in the video. Oops.
Exhibit one for decluttering and downsizing: my purse. I think I was rummaging for a pen to take notes.
Anyway, our local Office for Aging sponsored this class on decluttering and downsizing. It was more a sharing of common experience, along with a couple of hand outs. I was one of the few caregivers there but there were a lot of middle aged and older people there to find out how to take control of their lives back from clutter.
I'll bet many of my readers struggle with this.
So do many bloggers.
The name of Marie Kondo even came up. Yes, we do have a lot to learn from this decluttering expert from Japan, but if I bought her book, it would join the other
I even found out there is a clutter support group that meets once a month in our area. On a weekday, of course, when I work. But I did learn a lot in the class, and I am ready to tackle the clutter. Not like Marie Kondo would. But I will find my own way. I have to.
One small step at a time. I (and my belongings) will be happier for it.
Do you have a problem with clutter?
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Throwback Thursday - Who Among Us Is Worthy?
Thirty years ago today, my father passed away.
What can I say to pay tribute to the man who raised me after my mother died when I was 12?
I can remember January 21, 1986 so well. I lived in Arkansas and worked in Fayetteville, their third biggest city. It was a mild winter day. I sat outside at lunch and wrote a letter - a letter! - to an aunt living in Iowa. Went home, took care of my chickens, had supper, and then got the phone call from my aunt who lived in New York City.
He died at a VA Hospital in Brooklyn. My father had served in World War II and had suffered a head injury (traumatic brain injury) that left him suffering from seizures and with some other issues. Like many disabled vets, he faced prejudice and a medical system that did not always work for him. He also built a life, marrying, and fathering a baby girl-me.
He never stopped loving his country, and never stopped trusting the VA. And, to me, he was a good father.
In a way, having a father with a disability prepared me for being the sister in law of a man, my spouse's youngest brother, who is developmentally disabled with a condition called autism.
Thinking about that made me think about a post from my blog, written in 2012.
Was my father less worthy as a person because he had epilepsy? Is my brother in law less worthy because he has autism?
As the sister in law of a 50ish year old man with autism, I have to say
something about a recent event. A little background first.
I know someone who, when a boy, was helped tremendously by Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP). He had an illness that stumped doctors in this area. His health failing, he was brought to CHOP and they were able to diagnose his illness. He received treatment. He recovered.
He was worthy. Our medical system worked for him. He is an adult today.
And then, there is the case of little Amelia Rivera, who was recently refused a kidney transplant by CHOP because...well, she suffered from Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome, a genetic disorder that causes many difficulties for those with it, including intellectual disability. Finding a donor was not a problem (as it is in too many cases of kidney transplant.) CHOP refused to do the transplant because she was, quoting what her parents said the doctor said: "Mentally retarded".
After the mother went public on a support site, the story went viral. In all fairness, we probably do not know the whole story. But, in reading some articles, and comments, and lurking around on CHOP's Facebook page, it would appear that this kind of medical decision is not an isolated instance. From what I can tell, CHOP is rethinking their processes, and are continuing dialog with little Mia's family.
Not that long ago I blogged about nostalgia not being all it's cracked up to be. My father had epilepsy due to a brain injury he suffered in his service during World War II. There was little nostalgia associated with the prejudice he suffered when he came back home. In fact, in some states, I would not have been born because he might have been subject to involuntary sterilization.
So....in our modern day and age people with disabilities are still being denied medical care. Their lives just aren't as valuable as yours or mine.
So what will happen when my brother in law needs medical treatment? Thank heavens that day has not yet come. But will he be deemed worthy? Until recently, insurance discrimination against people with autism was very much a problem, and it is only slowly being addressed by state laws prohibiting such discrimination. Do we need legislation to prevent medical discrimination in care, too?
Some have written a lot more elegantly than me on the issue of the worthiness of Amelia to get this transplant.
If we say we value life, it has to be all life-not just the lives of the smart, the lives of the wealthy, the lives of the beautiful. Our medical system is broken, for this and other reasons. We all have stories to tell from our own experience. Medical bills we can't afford, insurance that won't pay, not having insurance and suffering the consequences. And now....we'd better not be disabled, either.
We must fix it, for many reasons, including the most selfish reason of all. One day that person being denied care may be - you. Or me.
2016 postscript: Amelia's case had a good resolution, incidentally- she finally received the kidney transplant.
What can I say to pay tribute to the man who raised me after my mother died when I was 12?
I can remember January 21, 1986 so well. I lived in Arkansas and worked in Fayetteville, their third biggest city. It was a mild winter day. I sat outside at lunch and wrote a letter - a letter! - to an aunt living in Iowa. Went home, took care of my chickens, had supper, and then got the phone call from my aunt who lived in New York City.
He died at a VA Hospital in Brooklyn. My father had served in World War II and had suffered a head injury (traumatic brain injury) that left him suffering from seizures and with some other issues. Like many disabled vets, he faced prejudice and a medical system that did not always work for him. He also built a life, marrying, and fathering a baby girl-me.
He never stopped loving his country, and never stopped trusting the VA. And, to me, he was a good father.
In a way, having a father with a disability prepared me for being the sister in law of a man, my spouse's youngest brother, who is developmentally disabled with a condition called autism.
Thinking about that made me think about a post from my blog, written in 2012.
Was my father less worthy as a person because he had epilepsy? Is my brother in law less worthy because he has autism?
Who Among Us is Worthy?
I know someone who, when a boy, was helped tremendously by Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP). He had an illness that stumped doctors in this area. His health failing, he was brought to CHOP and they were able to diagnose his illness. He received treatment. He recovered.
He was worthy. Our medical system worked for him. He is an adult today.
And then, there is the case of little Amelia Rivera, who was recently refused a kidney transplant by CHOP because...well, she suffered from Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome, a genetic disorder that causes many difficulties for those with it, including intellectual disability. Finding a donor was not a problem (as it is in too many cases of kidney transplant.) CHOP refused to do the transplant because she was, quoting what her parents said the doctor said: "Mentally retarded".
After the mother went public on a support site, the story went viral. In all fairness, we probably do not know the whole story. But, in reading some articles, and comments, and lurking around on CHOP's Facebook page, it would appear that this kind of medical decision is not an isolated instance. From what I can tell, CHOP is rethinking their processes, and are continuing dialog with little Mia's family.
Not that long ago I blogged about nostalgia not being all it's cracked up to be. My father had epilepsy due to a brain injury he suffered in his service during World War II. There was little nostalgia associated with the prejudice he suffered when he came back home. In fact, in some states, I would not have been born because he might have been subject to involuntary sterilization.
So....in our modern day and age people with disabilities are still being denied medical care. Their lives just aren't as valuable as yours or mine.
So what will happen when my brother in law needs medical treatment? Thank heavens that day has not yet come. But will he be deemed worthy? Until recently, insurance discrimination against people with autism was very much a problem, and it is only slowly being addressed by state laws prohibiting such discrimination. Do we need legislation to prevent medical discrimination in care, too?
Some have written a lot more elegantly than me on the issue of the worthiness of Amelia to get this transplant.
If we say we value life, it has to be all life-not just the lives of the smart, the lives of the wealthy, the lives of the beautiful. Our medical system is broken, for this and other reasons. We all have stories to tell from our own experience. Medical bills we can't afford, insurance that won't pay, not having insurance and suffering the consequences. And now....we'd better not be disabled, either.
We must fix it, for many reasons, including the most selfish reason of all. One day that person being denied care may be - you. Or me.
2016 postscript: Amelia's case had a good resolution, incidentally- she finally received the kidney transplant.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Winter Wonders - The Night Shift
A winter's day, in a deep and dark...January (with apologies to Paul Simon).
The sun set, framed in a door window at our local shopping mall here in Johnson City, New York.
For many, the work day had ended at 5pm. But for many more, the work day had just begun, framed by the setting sun.
It was time for the Night Shift.
Like the Verizon customer service representatives we had to speak to (more on that later in the week, hopefully) for over two hours. (If I did not acknowledge your comment on yesterday's blog post, that is why).
And, the man who answered my spouse's phone call at 10:30 pm, when spouse discovered that our furnace had stopped working. It was a cold night, below freezing, and it was not a good time to not have heat.
The man my spouse talked to was at another person's house. He tried to diagnose the problem codes (ah, computerized heating systems) and finally, my spouse asked him to come out. With the cold, we couldn't wait until the next day. So, as good as his word, he was there as soon as he finished his other job.
As the repairman works on our heating system, I blogged, and shivered just a little.
Without that man on the Night Shift, we would have had a cold, cold night.
Someone still needs to fix the actual problem, but he got the heating system running again.
Thank you. You are a winter wonder.
For many, the work day had ended at 5pm. But for many more, the work day had just begun, framed by the setting sun.
It was time for the Night Shift.
Like the Verizon customer service representatives we had to speak to (more on that later in the week, hopefully) for over two hours. (If I did not acknowledge your comment on yesterday's blog post, that is why).
And, the man who answered my spouse's phone call at 10:30 pm, when spouse discovered that our furnace had stopped working. It was a cold night, below freezing, and it was not a good time to not have heat.
The man my spouse talked to was at another person's house. He tried to diagnose the problem codes (ah, computerized heating systems) and finally, my spouse asked him to come out. With the cold, we couldn't wait until the next day. So, as good as his word, he was there as soon as he finished his other job.
As the repairman works on our heating system, I blogged, and shivered just a little.
Without that man on the Night Shift, we would have had a cold, cold night.
Someone still needs to fix the actual problem, but he got the heating system running again.
Thank you. You are a winter wonder.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
When Water is Toxic
None of us can live without water.
When we turn on our tap, here in the First World, we expect the water coming out of it to be potable. We depend on our government to provide a good drinking water that will not poison us.
What happens when the water you drink is toxic?
I want to thank Denise, a blogger in Michigan, for inspiring me to write this post.
Back in the late 1970's, my spouse and I drove through Flint, Michigan on the way to somewhere else. We passed auto plant after auto plant. But, with the decline of the auto industry, Flint declined, too. The decline was so serious that a movie about Flint (Roger and Me) in 1989 became a hit - a controversal hit, but a hit nevertheless.
Now, Flint is in the news again, for the worst reason - children are involved.
In 2014, Flint, which was drawing water from the nearby major city of Detroit (about a 45 minute drive away) decided instead to draw water from the Flint River to "save money". Immediately, there were complaints about the taste of the water, which were disregarded. In the fall of 2015, it was discovered that this was a tragic mistake - the proportion of children with above average levels of lead had doubled. In October, Flint reversed this decision, but it was too late.
Now, the water in some parts of Flint is testing at some of the highest levels of lead researchers have ever found in a municipal water supply-enough to meet a government definition of toxic waste. Now, the National Guard has been called out to distribute drinking water to the affected residents.
How toxic is toxic?
I can remember when lead was used in household paint. Then, they found that children would chew flaking paint, and the lead caused all kinds of damage - to quote the Washington Post, problems caused by lead "can include high blood pressure and other cardiovascular problems, kidney damage and memory and neurological problems." Lead was banned from paint. Later, lead was banned from gasoline.
The terrible effects of lead, in other words, have been known for years.
Yes, just imagine - endangering the future of children to save some money. Water that goes into baby formula, water that goes into schools, water that goes into daycare centers...water, the staff of life.
Until it isn't.
I rarely get political on my blog, but this defies belief. Our President has declared a Federal emergency in Flint.
Hundreds of children have tested with too-high levels of lead in their blood.
The natural urge of many of us is to reach out and contribute money for relief/supplies. But, if you do, please be very careful. Scammers love to take advantage of these situations. Please be careful, and investigate any organization you want to give money to.
One TV network has posted this information, which I have not investigated, or endorsed.
What will be the end result of this tragedy? I shudder to think that we are only seeing the beginning.
When we turn on our tap, here in the First World, we expect the water coming out of it to be potable. We depend on our government to provide a good drinking water that will not poison us.
What happens when the water you drink is toxic?
I want to thank Denise, a blogger in Michigan, for inspiring me to write this post.
Back in the late 1970's, my spouse and I drove through Flint, Michigan on the way to somewhere else. We passed auto plant after auto plant. But, with the decline of the auto industry, Flint declined, too. The decline was so serious that a movie about Flint (Roger and Me) in 1989 became a hit - a controversal hit, but a hit nevertheless.
Now, Flint is in the news again, for the worst reason - children are involved.
In 2014, Flint, which was drawing water from the nearby major city of Detroit (about a 45 minute drive away) decided instead to draw water from the Flint River to "save money". Immediately, there were complaints about the taste of the water, which were disregarded. In the fall of 2015, it was discovered that this was a tragic mistake - the proportion of children with above average levels of lead had doubled. In October, Flint reversed this decision, but it was too late.
Now, the water in some parts of Flint is testing at some of the highest levels of lead researchers have ever found in a municipal water supply-enough to meet a government definition of toxic waste. Now, the National Guard has been called out to distribute drinking water to the affected residents.
How toxic is toxic?
I can remember when lead was used in household paint. Then, they found that children would chew flaking paint, and the lead caused all kinds of damage - to quote the Washington Post, problems caused by lead "can include high blood pressure and other cardiovascular problems, kidney damage and memory and neurological problems." Lead was banned from paint. Later, lead was banned from gasoline.
The terrible effects of lead, in other words, have been known for years.
Yes, just imagine - endangering the future of children to save some money. Water that goes into baby formula, water that goes into schools, water that goes into daycare centers...water, the staff of life.
Until it isn't.
I rarely get political on my blog, but this defies belief. Our President has declared a Federal emergency in Flint.
Hundreds of children have tested with too-high levels of lead in their blood.
The natural urge of many of us is to reach out and contribute money for relief/supplies. But, if you do, please be very careful. Scammers love to take advantage of these situations. Please be careful, and investigate any organization you want to give money to.
One TV network has posted this information, which I have not investigated, or endorsed.
What will be the end result of this tragedy? I shudder to think that we are only seeing the beginning.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Music Monday - A Bad Beginning
Today, in the United States, it is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, where we pay tribute to one of the most influential men in our country from the 20th century.
On this Music Monday, I pay tribute with a song by Dion, a native, like me, of the Bronx (a borough of New York City) - Abraham, Martin and John.
His loss is still felt, almost 50 years after his death.
Loss is one of the few constants in our lives. If you want to get philosophical, check out this blog post on loss.
This week, we have other losses in our world to mourn. For the creative community, this has been a rough 10 days.
A number of deaths this week hit the creative world. Some were of the singing world, some of the acting world, some were of both worlds.
First, David Bowie, dead of cancer at 69. Just about everything that can be said about him has been said, so I will simply post his Space Oddity video, made in 1969. (Not the hit version; see which you like better.)
Alan Rickman, dead of cancer at 69. (Here, his famous encounter with helium.)
Dan Haggerty, "Grizzly Adams" dead of cancer at 74. (This is a thirteen minute interview, but even a couple of minutes will show you what kind of man he was).
Celine Dion, the renowned singer - this past week both her husband and one of her brothers died - both from cancer. Here she performs her hit "I'm Alive".
And finally, Noreen Corcoran, famous for her role on the TV show Bachelor Father. I can't resist but post two of her songs from the 1960's. Here is Dreamin' of You.
Love Kitten - so catchy and toe-tapping.
May the rest of 2016 be better.
On this Music Monday, I pay tribute with a song by Dion, a native, like me, of the Bronx (a borough of New York City) - Abraham, Martin and John.
His loss is still felt, almost 50 years after his death.
Loss is one of the few constants in our lives. If you want to get philosophical, check out this blog post on loss.
This week, we have other losses in our world to mourn. For the creative community, this has been a rough 10 days.
A number of deaths this week hit the creative world. Some were of the singing world, some of the acting world, some were of both worlds.
First, David Bowie, dead of cancer at 69. Just about everything that can be said about him has been said, so I will simply post his Space Oddity video, made in 1969. (Not the hit version; see which you like better.)
Alan Rickman, dead of cancer at 69. (Here, his famous encounter with helium.)
Celine Dion, the renowned singer - this past week both her husband and one of her brothers died - both from cancer. Here she performs her hit "I'm Alive".
Love Kitten - so catchy and toe-tapping.
May the rest of 2016 be better.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Weekly Blog Roundup #1
Today, I am going to start a new Sunday feature, a Weekly Blog Roundup (organic, I promise) of some other bloggers I enjoyed in the past week. I will try to maintain this at least through the rest of January, and February.
Too often we pay attention to our own blogs and don't thank those bloggers who inspire us, give us ideas, entertain us, make us think, or introduce us to worlds different than our own.
Today, I want to link to several blog posts I enjoyed this past week. There were more, but I wanted to keep this somewhat short.
Holly Jahangiri introduced me to the concept of Slow Blogging. Guess I was even slower than she was in discovering it.
Roy Ackerman - ever wonder about your privacy and auto insurance? You'll be sorry you asked.
Alice's Grand Adventures - Lentil Soup. Doesn't her post make you want some?
Emma Crees, a Writer in a Wheelchair with some parody songs.
Having Coffee with Peppy: a blogger in Idaho - not your typical blogger, and I'm glad. Her coffee is always on.
and finally, Marian Allen visiting a monastery in Kentucky - her observation "probably not Han Solo" made my entire week.
I hope you visit one or more of these blogs, and find something that appeals to you. Happy blog visiting!
Too often we pay attention to our own blogs and don't thank those bloggers who inspire us, give us ideas, entertain us, make us think, or introduce us to worlds different than our own.
Today, I want to link to several blog posts I enjoyed this past week. There were more, but I wanted to keep this somewhat short.
Holly Jahangiri introduced me to the concept of Slow Blogging. Guess I was even slower than she was in discovering it.
Roy Ackerman - ever wonder about your privacy and auto insurance? You'll be sorry you asked.
Alice's Grand Adventures - Lentil Soup. Doesn't her post make you want some?
Emma Crees, a Writer in a Wheelchair with some parody songs.
Having Coffee with Peppy: a blogger in Idaho - not your typical blogger, and I'm glad. Her coffee is always on.
and finally, Marian Allen visiting a monastery in Kentucky - her observation "probably not Han Solo" made my entire week.
I hope you visit one or more of these blogs, and find something that appeals to you. Happy blog visiting!
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Local Saturday - Walmart and Whoopie (Pies)
No more "urban offense and rural defense".
Walmart is ending an experiment begun in 2011, with small "express" stores. Some 10,000 people in the United States, and another 6,000 outside our country, will lose their jobs.
Walmart had hoped that lower income shoppers (who will shop several times a week, as they accumulate enough money to shop) would embrace the concept of a smaller, 10,000. sq foot type store, larger than a convenience store but smaller than a mega-big box superstore.
All the more reason why you should support your local grower and shop (if there is one) at your local farmer's market. Big corporations are not there for their customers. Obviously, all sellers sell to make profits (otherwise, why be in business?), but for small sellers, the customer and his/her needs is always a main focus.
Why? Because they've met you. They know you personally. You are a person to them, not a dollar amount of profits.
Today, a visit to the twice a month indoor winters farmers market in downtown Binghamton, New York illustrated that.
A farmer we've bought from many times invited us to come up to his farm. "It will be more relaxed there. We can visit, and we have more items than we can take to the market." As he spoke, a young woman helping him out smiled and interacted with another customer's young son. I can just imagine the pleasant memories this young boy will have when he is older.
Niechelle Wade, a woman who farms (Sunny Hill Farms) near Whitney Point, New York, greeted me from her booth. She had chocolate and gingerbread whoopie pies for sale. I couldn't resist. These are hand made, with love.
You can get whoopie pies at Walmart, too. But you can't talk to the baker.
Another bakery person, the owner of Boer Bakery at Downward Slope Farms, chatted with me about her out of this world crackers. She explained that I could call her before Wednesday and she would have the baked goods I wanted at the Saturday market. That included her crackers, which are so labor intensive she only makes them by special order now (and not during the summer heat). She also said if I wanted something not in her selection of breads and baked goods, to suggest them.
Do Walmart executives go out and talk to their customers at their stores? I wonder.
Perhaps it isn't fair to compare a huge Walmart with small local growers and producers. But, as far as I am concerned, that's exactly why I like to shop at farmer's markets - because it is more than a trip to buy food and make someone far away that much wealthier.
It's social contact, money that stays in the community and is respent, and food for the soul.
Will you or someone you know be affected by the Walmart layoffs?
Walmart is ending an experiment begun in 2011, with small "express" stores. Some 10,000 people in the United States, and another 6,000 outside our country, will lose their jobs.
Walmart had hoped that lower income shoppers (who will shop several times a week, as they accumulate enough money to shop) would embrace the concept of a smaller, 10,000. sq foot type store, larger than a convenience store but smaller than a mega-big box superstore.
All the more reason why you should support your local grower and shop (if there is one) at your local farmer's market. Big corporations are not there for their customers. Obviously, all sellers sell to make profits (otherwise, why be in business?), but for small sellers, the customer and his/her needs is always a main focus.
Why? Because they've met you. They know you personally. You are a person to them, not a dollar amount of profits.
A farmer we've bought from many times invited us to come up to his farm. "It will be more relaxed there. We can visit, and we have more items than we can take to the market." As he spoke, a young woman helping him out smiled and interacted with another customer's young son. I can just imagine the pleasant memories this young boy will have when he is older.
You can get whoopie pies at Walmart, too. But you can't talk to the baker.
Another bakery person, the owner of Boer Bakery at Downward Slope Farms, chatted with me about her out of this world crackers. She explained that I could call her before Wednesday and she would have the baked goods I wanted at the Saturday market. That included her crackers, which are so labor intensive she only makes them by special order now (and not during the summer heat). She also said if I wanted something not in her selection of breads and baked goods, to suggest them.
Do Walmart executives go out and talk to their customers at their stores? I wonder.
Perhaps it isn't fair to compare a huge Walmart with small local growers and producers. But, as far as I am concerned, that's exactly why I like to shop at farmer's markets - because it is more than a trip to buy food and make someone far away that much wealthier.
It's social contact, money that stays in the community and is respent, and food for the soul.
Will you or someone you know be affected by the Walmart layoffs?
Friday, January 15, 2016
Garden Bloggers Bloom Day January 2016 - Snow at Last
Welcome to Garden Bloggers Bloom Day, a monthly meme hosted by May Dream Gardens, a blogger in Indiana, where gardeners and flower lovers gather from all over the world to show what is blooming in their yards (or houses).
Last month, for the first time ever, I was able to show flowers blooming outside my zone 5b upstate New York house. The key word here is "outside".
In fact, if Garden Bloggers Bloom Day had been just a couple of weeks before, I could have featured a blooming white hellebore.
Alas, snow now covers the ground, my white hellebore's flowers have frozen dead and the action has moved indoors. But what action it is.
My Thanksgiving cactuses are still blooming. Here is a pink bloomer.
A red and white bloomer.
The African violet I featured last month is still blooming.
I got some (I think) Plectranthus cuttings when attending an Ithaca, New York event in October. They are still blooming nicely (and finally growing roots) in water.
Soon to join it is something I did not expect. Last Mother's Day (May, here in the United States) I bought my mother in law a phalaenopsis. I liked the cachepot so much that I treated myself to one, too. I don't have the best track record with orchids. Earlier this year, in fact, I managed to kill the only one that ever rebloomed twice for me.
I bought these plants at our local Wegmans (a supermarket chain) and have been so pleased. My plant has been thriving.
I was watering the plant yesterday and this is what I saw. Buds! In January, no less.
These preexisting plants have been joined by a plant I bought about three weeks ago, a primrose.
And, speaking of supermarkets, I was shopping at our local Aldi and saw this hyacinth, forced in water, for sale on Wednesday. It was small, but the price was right. This is a store where, if they feature plants, you have to get them the same day they arrive because no one takes care of them. Hopefully, the rest of them sell to good homes.
Now please stop and smell the roses - and other flowers. Head on over to May Dream Gardens and see what else is blooming this 15th day of January.
Last month, for the first time ever, I was able to show flowers blooming outside my zone 5b upstate New York house. The key word here is "outside".
In fact, if Garden Bloggers Bloom Day had been just a couple of weeks before, I could have featured a blooming white hellebore.
Alas, snow now covers the ground, my white hellebore's flowers have frozen dead and the action has moved indoors. But what action it is.
Soon to join it is something I did not expect. Last Mother's Day (May, here in the United States) I bought my mother in law a phalaenopsis. I liked the cachepot so much that I treated myself to one, too. I don't have the best track record with orchids. Earlier this year, in fact, I managed to kill the only one that ever rebloomed twice for me.
I was watering the plant yesterday and this is what I saw. Buds! In January, no less.
These preexisting plants have been joined by a plant I bought about three weeks ago, a primrose.
And, speaking of supermarkets, I was shopping at our local Aldi and saw this hyacinth, forced in water, for sale on Wednesday. It was small, but the price was right. This is a store where, if they feature plants, you have to get them the same day they arrive because no one takes care of them. Hopefully, the rest of them sell to good homes.
Now please stop and smell the roses - and other flowers. Head on over to May Dream Gardens and see what else is blooming this 15th day of January.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
What Would You Do with a Billion Dollars?
The 1.6 billion dollar jackpot multi-state Powerball lottery I blogged about yesterday sold three winning tickets: one in California, one in Tennessee, and one in Florida.
So the lives of at least three people (maybe more) will be changed forever, and we can only hope it is for the better.
So, what would you have done with your winnings?
After I wrote my post yesterday on the American mega-lottery Powerball and its 1.5 billion dollar prize in last night's drawing, I got an email from my guest photographer.
" My sister and mom bought a powerball ticket. If they win, they will share the money with the rest of the family. I will buy a house near the river and I will buy up some of the wetlands around here and have a conservation easement put on that land. I will also have nature trails put through the wetlands so people can enjoy nature."
So, I got to thinking. My wish list would include one of these (once I had an attorney and a financial advisor in place to make the lives of my immediate family more secure):
-promoting community gardening where I live, near the small city of Binghamton, New York.
-starting a "matching funds" drive to get some of our many eyesore buildings torn down. and replaced with housing to benefit senior citizens. Our community has so many seniors and so few housing options for them.
-promoting our local farmers market and, at the same time, finding ways to make the downtown Binghamton market thrive AND its offerings more affordable to the many impoverished people living in Binghamton.
-starting a drive to find an early test for pancreatic cancer, a cancer that has impacted both sides of my family.
Naive and overambitious, perhaps? Well, obviously, I didn't win.
How about you, dear readers? What would be your wish list if you won a billion dollars?
So the lives of at least three people (maybe more) will be changed forever, and we can only hope it is for the better.
So, what would you have done with your winnings?
After I wrote my post yesterday on the American mega-lottery Powerball and its 1.5 billion dollar prize in last night's drawing, I got an email from my guest photographer.
I had said "I'll take obscurity, and happiness, over the misery of winning the lottery." In turn, she replied:
"Such wonderful words! A distant cousin of mine won $1 million and ended up bankrupt. here have to also be people out there who bettered their lives and other's lives and who gave a lot to charity after winning. But I think you need an attorney and a mindset to just keep on living your true life and not give it over to spending money.
That said, I would get a new car, pay off everything, and turn Project Paw [a local no-kill cat shelter] into the Crystal Cathedral---no more cages. All glass and screened-in balconies for all. Then I'd pay off (name of a good friend of her's) mortgage. Fix (a name of a disabled vet she helps out from time to time) roof. The list goes on and on. So, just in case, get your wish list started!"One of my blog readers commented:
" My sister and mom bought a powerball ticket. If they win, they will share the money with the rest of the family. I will buy a house near the river and I will buy up some of the wetlands around here and have a conservation easement put on that land. I will also have nature trails put through the wetlands so people can enjoy nature."
So, I got to thinking. My wish list would include one of these (once I had an attorney and a financial advisor in place to make the lives of my immediate family more secure):
-promoting community gardening where I live, near the small city of Binghamton, New York.
-starting a "matching funds" drive to get some of our many eyesore buildings torn down. and replaced with housing to benefit senior citizens. Our community has so many seniors and so few housing options for them.
-promoting our local farmers market and, at the same time, finding ways to make the downtown Binghamton market thrive AND its offerings more affordable to the many impoverished people living in Binghamton.
-starting a drive to find an early test for pancreatic cancer, a cancer that has impacted both sides of my family.
Naive and overambitious, perhaps? Well, obviously, I didn't win.
How about you, dear readers? What would be your wish list if you won a billion dollars?
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Winter Wonders - Powerball
Yesterday, we got the first snow accumulation of the winter. Given I live in an area that can get upwards of 120 inches of snow (in the metric system, that translates to "lots of snow"), that shows what a different winter we have had.
It isn't just us (and if you want to see our totals, check out the stats for "Binghamton".)
When I moved to this part of upstate New York in the mid 1980's this was a normal sight by October.
But snow, or climate change, isn't what we are talking about in the United States today. No, what we are talking about is a true Winter Wonder, never before seen in our country.
In the United States, Powerball is a multi-state lottery. Residents of 44 states, plus the District of Columbia (our capital is not in a state) and a couple of other American entities such as Puerto Rico and the U.S. Virgin Islands, participate in Powerball. Every Wednesday and Saturday night, a series of numbers is drawn. If you purchase the winning ticket...well, you've won a lot of money.
Maybe, because of taxes, it isn't as much as you think. And the odds of winning are not great. Since sometime in November, there has not been a winner. So the jackpot has grown, and now is around 1.5 billion dollars U.S.. As in "billion".
1.5 billion U.S. dollars translates into a lot of money. Just think. Designer clothes. A fancy car. A fancier house. Gourmet food. Servants. World travel. The end of your problems. Doesn't it sound nice? (By the way, if you are reading this outside of the United States - yes, you can buy a ticket. Although, I'm not suggesting it. Why? Keep reading.)
So, at work yesterday, the topic was "have you purchased a Powerball ticket?"
My answer: no.
Years ago- to be exact, over 30 years ago- I knew someone, on a professional basis, who won the New York State lottery. I'll spare you the details, but it did not end well for him, or his girlfriend. They ended up in court, suing each other over who purchased the ticket, and if the other party had been promised half the winnings and...I have a feeling, by the time it was over, that he wished it had never happened.
He is not alone in wishing he (or she) had never won, if you believe a major New York City newspaper. Bankruptcy rates approaching 70%..drug overdoses...even winners being murdered.
I speculate the disasters following a lottery win are due to a combination of factors - not knowing what to do when you receive a large sum of money, greed, and losing judgement. We all say "oh, it won't change our lives; we'll be the same person." Or "I'll give most of it away". Wrong.
Still, I don't envy (that much) the people who will win tonight - if there is a winner.
I decided I would rather spend the money on a high quality dark chocolate bar, although a losing Powerball ticket, I figure, has fewer calories. I'll take obscurity, and happiness, over the misery of winning the lottery.
What about you? If you live in a place with Powerball, did you buy a ticket for tonight's drawing? Do you have a plan for if you win? If you don't play lottery games, why not?
When I moved to this part of upstate New York in the mid 1980's this was a normal sight by October.
But snow, or climate change, isn't what we are talking about in the United States today. No, what we are talking about is a true Winter Wonder, never before seen in our country.
In the United States, Powerball is a multi-state lottery. Residents of 44 states, plus the District of Columbia (our capital is not in a state) and a couple of other American entities such as Puerto Rico and the U.S. Virgin Islands, participate in Powerball. Every Wednesday and Saturday night, a series of numbers is drawn. If you purchase the winning ticket...well, you've won a lot of money.
Maybe, because of taxes, it isn't as much as you think. And the odds of winning are not great. Since sometime in November, there has not been a winner. So the jackpot has grown, and now is around 1.5 billion dollars U.S.. As in "billion".
1.5 billion U.S. dollars translates into a lot of money. Just think. Designer clothes. A fancy car. A fancier house. Gourmet food. Servants. World travel. The end of your problems. Doesn't it sound nice? (By the way, if you are reading this outside of the United States - yes, you can buy a ticket. Although, I'm not suggesting it. Why? Keep reading.)
So, at work yesterday, the topic was "have you purchased a Powerball ticket?"
My answer: no.
Years ago- to be exact, over 30 years ago- I knew someone, on a professional basis, who won the New York State lottery. I'll spare you the details, but it did not end well for him, or his girlfriend. They ended up in court, suing each other over who purchased the ticket, and if the other party had been promised half the winnings and...I have a feeling, by the time it was over, that he wished it had never happened.
He is not alone in wishing he (or she) had never won, if you believe a major New York City newspaper. Bankruptcy rates approaching 70%..drug overdoses...even winners being murdered.
I speculate the disasters following a lottery win are due to a combination of factors - not knowing what to do when you receive a large sum of money, greed, and losing judgement. We all say "oh, it won't change our lives; we'll be the same person." Or "I'll give most of it away". Wrong.
Still, I don't envy (that much) the people who will win tonight - if there is a winner.
I decided I would rather spend the money on a high quality dark chocolate bar, although a losing Powerball ticket, I figure, has fewer calories. I'll take obscurity, and happiness, over the misery of winning the lottery.
What about you? If you live in a place with Powerball, did you buy a ticket for tonight's drawing? Do you have a plan for if you win? If you don't play lottery games, why not?
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
The Abandoned Skates and the Lonely Christmas Tree
Today, we should be getting our first "more than a dusting" snow accumulations. Perhaps, tomorrow, I'll have an actual winter post to offer for my Wednesday Winter Wednesday feature.
So today, let's mourn (or celebrate) the end of our snowless streak.
This Sunday, spouse and I took a walk on the Vestal Rail Trail near Binghamton, New York. As I've blogged about so much, we had an unusually mild winter until last week. After a few days of seasonal cold, it started to warm up again.
Sunday was showery and in the 50's (high of 11.6 C). When we started to walk, showers threatened, but I wanted to see what sights awaited us.
Before I do, though, I wanted to show you something special. About halfway through our walk, the sky opened and we were drenched. We decided to turn around, as the rain beat down on us and our one small umbrella.
But then, the rain stopped, and nature apologized with a sight we usually don't see in January.
Stranger sights awaited.
Scatterings of green leaves here and there. This is not a normal January sight in upstate New York.
Shortly after we began our walk, we passed these abandoned skates lying near a bench on still-green grass. Green grass-another never before seen sight in upstate New York.
The skates were still there when we came back. Oh, if we only knew their story.
Or the story of this living Christmas tree, ornaments dancing in the wind.
What was your weekend like?
So today, let's mourn (or celebrate) the end of our snowless streak.
This Sunday, spouse and I took a walk on the Vestal Rail Trail near Binghamton, New York. As I've blogged about so much, we had an unusually mild winter until last week. After a few days of seasonal cold, it started to warm up again.
Sunday was showery and in the 50's (high of 11.6 C). When we started to walk, showers threatened, but I wanted to see what sights awaited us.
Before I do, though, I wanted to show you something special. About halfway through our walk, the sky opened and we were drenched. We decided to turn around, as the rain beat down on us and our one small umbrella.
Stranger sights awaited.
Shortly after we began our walk, we passed these abandoned skates lying near a bench on still-green grass. Green grass-another never before seen sight in upstate New York.
The skates were still there when we came back. Oh, if we only knew their story.
What was your weekend like?
Monday, January 11, 2016
Music Monday - Is It a Small World After All?
EAR WORM ALERT!
The other day I read an Internet article on "what has been the most frequently played song?"
It turns out the winner, according to the article, is a song called "It's a Small World". This song has been part of a theme park ride for over 50 years. It's been played over 50 million times.
This ride now operates at various Disney properties throughout the world, and all those repetitions of that song add up.
I've been on two of those rides. One was at Disney World near Orlando, Florida.
But my earliest memory of this ride was not at a Disney property at all but, rather, at the 1964 New York World's Fair. I rode it several times with my family and once on a school field trip (I grew up in New York City). My spouse also rode it twice.
Would you like a glimpse at what the original look of this ride was like? This video is of high quality. It's a bit long but you will get the point quickly. I would say "not bad at all for 1964!" Some say the content is stereotyped; others say it is sweet and innocent. You can decide for yourself.
Just don't listen with the speakers on, unless you want to develop an earworm.
Rides come and rides go but this one has staying power.
Have you ever ridden it?
Let's see how much of a small world this is.
The other day I read an Internet article on "what has been the most frequently played song?"
It turns out the winner, according to the article, is a song called "It's a Small World". This song has been part of a theme park ride for over 50 years. It's been played over 50 million times.
This ride now operates at various Disney properties throughout the world, and all those repetitions of that song add up.
I've been on two of those rides. One was at Disney World near Orlando, Florida.
But my earliest memory of this ride was not at a Disney property at all but, rather, at the 1964 New York World's Fair. I rode it several times with my family and once on a school field trip (I grew up in New York City). My spouse also rode it twice.
Would you like a glimpse at what the original look of this ride was like? This video is of high quality. It's a bit long but you will get the point quickly. I would say "not bad at all for 1964!" Some say the content is stereotyped; others say it is sweet and innocent. You can decide for yourself.
Just don't listen with the speakers on, unless you want to develop an earworm.
Rides come and rides go but this one has staying power.
Have you ever ridden it?
Let's see how much of a small world this is.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Sunday Turkey and Greens Soup
On a cold winter's day, what is better than a steaming bowl of soup?
When our local supermarket had some reduced price turkey wings (we've never had a problem with their reduced meat) my spouse bought a couple of packages. Soup is an excellent food - it hydrates you, and (the way my spouse makes it), it is suitable for those watching their weight. Also, the sodium content can be adjusted according to taste.
First, he made the soup base.
Take the turkey wings and add them to a large pot with water to cover. Add a couple of bay leaves and several cloves of garlic, smashed with the flat part of a large knife to release the flavor.
Simmer for about one and a half hours.
In the meantime, spouse prepared the meatballs with the following:
Ground beef/veal/turkey mixture about 1/2 pound (about a quarter of a kilogram)
chopped parsley
chopped garlic, cloves first smashed with flat part of knife
chopped green onions (some call them scallions)
He mixed all ingredients together with his hands, formed little meatballs, and cooked one quickly in the microwave to taste. Satisfied, he dropped them into the soup, raw.
The meatballs, added.
After another 30 minutes,, he took out the now-cooked turkey wings out and defatted the broth.
(By now, the meat will fall right off the bones)
You want to have the meatballs cook in there before the defatting so that some of their fat is taken out at the same time.
Then, he added veggies that take a few minutes to cook - baby carrots, celery - and cook another 20 minutes or so. Finally, he added the tender greens - escarole (what we use) or spinach, plus some precooked pasta.
If you wish, you can add canned beans, tomatoes, or corn, to this soup, also. The beauty of this soup is its versatility. There is no right way to make it. Use what is on hand.
Delicious - just perfect for a day like today.
Mangia!
Do you like soup? What is your favorite?
I don't publish many recipes on my blog, but if you want to see more, let me know.
When our local supermarket had some reduced price turkey wings (we've never had a problem with their reduced meat) my spouse bought a couple of packages. Soup is an excellent food - it hydrates you, and (the way my spouse makes it), it is suitable for those watching their weight. Also, the sodium content can be adjusted according to taste.
First, he made the soup base.
Take the turkey wings and add them to a large pot with water to cover. Add a couple of bay leaves and several cloves of garlic, smashed with the flat part of a large knife to release the flavor.
Simmer for about one and a half hours.
In the meantime, spouse prepared the meatballs with the following:
Ground beef/veal/turkey mixture about 1/2 pound (about a quarter of a kilogram)
chopped parsley
chopped garlic, cloves first smashed with flat part of knife
chopped green onions (some call them scallions)
He mixed all ingredients together with his hands, formed little meatballs, and cooked one quickly in the microwave to taste. Satisfied, he dropped them into the soup, raw.
The meatballs, added.
You want to have the meatballs cook in there before the defatting so that some of their fat is taken out at the same time.
Then, he added veggies that take a few minutes to cook - baby carrots, celery - and cook another 20 minutes or so. Finally, he added the tender greens - escarole (what we use) or spinach, plus some precooked pasta.
If you wish, you can add canned beans, tomatoes, or corn, to this soup, also. The beauty of this soup is its versatility. There is no right way to make it. Use what is on hand.
Delicious - just perfect for a day like today.
Mangia!
Do you like soup? What is your favorite?
I don't publish many recipes on my blog, but if you want to see more, let me know.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Local Saturday - Winter Arrives In Upstate New York
One upon a time, we never thought winter would come. Oh sure, the calendar said "December". But the weather screamed "October". Some people spent Christmas Eve (December 24) entertaining people on their patios, enjoying weather in the 60's.
And at night, some houses sparkled.
We thought it would last forever.
It didn't. Mother Nature (pictured above, at the Rose Bowl parade on January 1) woke up, and realized she hadn't given us winter yet. So she did.
These Fahrenheit temperatures translate to -15C with a wind chill of -21C, in case you are a reader outside the United States. Here, it translated to "brrr". Quickly, the cordoroy pants, heavy sweaters, boots, and wool socks were dug out of the closet.
I'll add that these temperatures are not unusual for a typical January morning. But, without much snow on the ground, I fear for plants, not given a chance to adjust to winter after a prolonged fall.
Sure, nature tried to apologize. With cold, clear, weather, the sunsets got pretty. We came out of our local shopping mall (the glare on top is from a street light) to find these beautifully lit clouds.
The next night, the post-sunset was even nicer.
But, the true price of our extended fall will only be known when spring finally arrives.
In the meantime, I am determined to find the beauty in winter. After all, here in upstate New York, we usually have enough of it.
Just, oh please, not too much snow.
It didn't. Mother Nature (pictured above, at the Rose Bowl parade on January 1) woke up, and realized she hadn't given us winter yet. So she did.
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| Morning of January 5, 2016 |
I'll add that these temperatures are not unusual for a typical January morning. But, without much snow on the ground, I fear for plants, not given a chance to adjust to winter after a prolonged fall.
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| January 4, after sunset |
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| Oakdale Mall, Johnson City, New York |
The next night, the post-sunset was even nicer.
But, the true price of our extended fall will only be known when spring finally arrives.
In the meantime, I am determined to find the beauty in winter. After all, here in upstate New York, we usually have enough of it.
Just, oh please, not too much snow.
Friday, January 8, 2016
What A Difference Two Years Make
Sometimes you have a chance to revisit something that happened years ago . My 15 seconds of fame occurred in early January of 2014 - just two years ago.
It seems like a million years ago since I was interviewed for a TV segment on a controversial subject.
Since I wrote the below blog post, so much has changed. The substance in question has been legalized in several more states for both medicinal and recreational use, and is now legal, in some forms (not the smokeable form) in my home state of New York. In fact, one of the 20 statewide (at least at first) dispensaries for said now-legal substance is going to open a mile or so from where I live.
I never would have dreamed of that legalization in my 1950's/1960's childhood.
But the dispensary was supposed to open today in Johnson City, New York, and didn't.
Why am I not surprised? Things never seem to work in a timely manner where I live.
Said substance is still illegal in many parts of the United States, and under Federal law, but we all know what it is. I'm still not going to link to the interview, but it is out there if you look hard enough.
The former occupant of the space where the Johnson City dispensary is moving into was last occupied by a restaurant called the Grub House.
How much this opening will benefit our local, hurting economy (and sick people who can benefit from what will be sold there) waits to be seen.
Now for my original post. What a difference two years makes.
Think fast! You just never know when your moment will come.
In my 61st year, I finally achieved a moment of local fame, at least with people I know.
Tuesday, I was interviewed for a local TV "person on the street" feature. It happened like this:
Our temperature peaked, at midnight, at 48 degrees. By noontime, it was touching freezing, with the wind whipping, and I knew it wouldn't end until we went below zero. (For those not using the F temperature system, zero is really, really cold.)
I hadn't seen my walking partner in perhaps a month or so, where I work in downtown Binghamton, New York. I was pleased but surprised when she messaged me and asked if I wanted to walk with her to her bank. Well, I did want to get out, and out we went, fighting the wind.
On a street corner, there was a young woman standing in that cold wind, next to a camera on a tripod. On the sidewalk underneath the camera was a microphone. She looked lonely.
We quickly walked past her, fighting the wind, and she watched us, not saying anything.
On the way back, about 10 minutes later, my walking partner (who is a very sociable person, unlike the shy yours truly) went up to the woman, and sympathized with her needing to stand there. At that point, she asked us if we wanted to be interviewed. "Only if it's quick!" my companion replied.
She talked to both of us and asked me to go first. She told me to stand in an exact place and look at an exact place. And, during all this, my mind is churning away. I did have an opinion on the topic but I wanted to say something smart, or at least coherent. (I'm not providing a link because the topic might not be considered appropriate to a blog challenge I'm participating in).
The topic is one being discussed widely here in upstate New York because we may be following some other states' paths in legalizing something (for medical use) that has been illegal throughout the United States for a long time.
It turned out the reporter is originally from a state that has gone all the way in legalizing this thing. We chatted briefly. Then came the magic moment. My 15 (or 10?) seconds of fame had arrived. Would I be up to the challenge?
I think I did quite well. I seem poised and yes, I was coherent.
So I saw myself on TV for one of the few times in my life, and I'm told the interview was repeated three times that evening.
And all I could think of, looking at myself, was:
"Gee! My new glasses look pretty nice on me, don't they?"
Have you ever had a chance to be interviewed, unexpectedly? How did you do?
It seems like a million years ago since I was interviewed for a TV segment on a controversial subject.
Since I wrote the below blog post, so much has changed. The substance in question has been legalized in several more states for both medicinal and recreational use, and is now legal, in some forms (not the smokeable form) in my home state of New York. In fact, one of the 20 statewide (at least at first) dispensaries for said now-legal substance is going to open a mile or so from where I live.
I never would have dreamed of that legalization in my 1950's/1960's childhood.
But the dispensary was supposed to open today in Johnson City, New York, and didn't.
Why am I not surprised? Things never seem to work in a timely manner where I live.
Said substance is still illegal in many parts of the United States, and under Federal law, but we all know what it is. I'm still not going to link to the interview, but it is out there if you look hard enough.
The former occupant of the space where the Johnson City dispensary is moving into was last occupied by a restaurant called the Grub House.
How much this opening will benefit our local, hurting economy (and sick people who can benefit from what will be sold there) waits to be seen.
Now for my original post. What a difference two years makes.
My 15 Seconds (Or Less) of Fame
In my 61st year, I finally achieved a moment of local fame, at least with people I know.
Tuesday, I was interviewed for a local TV "person on the street" feature. It happened like this:
Our temperature peaked, at midnight, at 48 degrees. By noontime, it was touching freezing, with the wind whipping, and I knew it wouldn't end until we went below zero. (For those not using the F temperature system, zero is really, really cold.)
I hadn't seen my walking partner in perhaps a month or so, where I work in downtown Binghamton, New York. I was pleased but surprised when she messaged me and asked if I wanted to walk with her to her bank. Well, I did want to get out, and out we went, fighting the wind.
On a street corner, there was a young woman standing in that cold wind, next to a camera on a tripod. On the sidewalk underneath the camera was a microphone. She looked lonely.
We quickly walked past her, fighting the wind, and she watched us, not saying anything.
On the way back, about 10 minutes later, my walking partner (who is a very sociable person, unlike the shy yours truly) went up to the woman, and sympathized with her needing to stand there. At that point, she asked us if we wanted to be interviewed. "Only if it's quick!" my companion replied.
She talked to both of us and asked me to go first. She told me to stand in an exact place and look at an exact place. And, during all this, my mind is churning away. I did have an opinion on the topic but I wanted to say something smart, or at least coherent. (I'm not providing a link because the topic might not be considered appropriate to a blog challenge I'm participating in).
The topic is one being discussed widely here in upstate New York because we may be following some other states' paths in legalizing something (for medical use) that has been illegal throughout the United States for a long time.
It turned out the reporter is originally from a state that has gone all the way in legalizing this thing. We chatted briefly. Then came the magic moment. My 15 (or 10?) seconds of fame had arrived. Would I be up to the challenge?
I think I did quite well. I seem poised and yes, I was coherent.
So I saw myself on TV for one of the few times in my life, and I'm told the interview was repeated three times that evening.
And all I could think of, looking at myself, was:
"Gee! My new glasses look pretty nice on me, don't they?"
Have you ever had a chance to be interviewed, unexpectedly? How did you do?
Thursday, January 7, 2016
International Blog Delurking Week 2016
It's time for the time honored Internet blogging holiday "International Blog Delurking Week". Did you even know there were Internet blogging holidays?
Until last year, I didn't.
The idea behind this week, which takes place the first full week of January each year, is simple. Do you read blogs where you never comment?
Go to those blogs today (hoping mine is one of those) and leave a comment. That's it!
I participated last year (most of my post from 2015 is below, updated) and then forgot all about it. Until yesterday.
Make a blogger's day today. I look forward to hearing from my non-commenting fans.
Here is part of my 2015 post, updated:
Did you know that this week is International Blog Delurking Week?
I didn't know, either, until a fellow blogger at Alphabet Salad told me. Just like she had done last year. (Thanks again, Laurel!)
I'm guilty of lurking at some blogs - never commenting - and maybe you are, too. I'm also guilty of falling behind in reading my comments. Very guilty. Oh, so much very guilty. Guilty....
I should know better. After all, I've been blogging since 2009. I know how easy it is for a blogger to become discouraged.
You know what? There is nothing like getting comments to make a blogger happy (except for spam, of course, which doesn't make any blogger happy. That's a topic for another day.)
International Blog Delurking Week lasts from January 4 to January 9. So, you still have a couple of days to join the fun.
All you have to do is comment on my blog, then go to Stirrup Queens and comment, there. And, then, grab the badge above. (This badge was created by Melissa at Stirrup Queens, who has given all blogers permission to use it for anyone who wants to do their own International Blog Delurking Week 2016 post.)
You can leave one word (a nice word) like "hi!"
Like Stirrup Queens, I'll even give you a prompt if you want: what's your favorite food?
But only if you want. (My favorite food? Dark chocolate.)
You can even go to my Facebook blog page and like me. OK, I made that part up - it isn't part of the official celebration. But you can do it if you want.
While you are at it, check out Laurel's blog, Alphabet Salad.
So, if you are here for the first time, or the 50th, please comment so I know you are here. (If you have commented before - thank you!) Then, why not join the fun and spread some blogging love?
It will only take a minute.
Until last year, I didn't.
The idea behind this week, which takes place the first full week of January each year, is simple. Do you read blogs where you never comment?
Go to those blogs today (hoping mine is one of those) and leave a comment. That's it!
I participated last year (most of my post from 2015 is below, updated) and then forgot all about it. Until yesterday.
Make a blogger's day today. I look forward to hearing from my non-commenting fans.
Here is part of my 2015 post, updated:
Did you know that this week is International Blog Delurking Week?
I didn't know, either, until a fellow blogger at Alphabet Salad told me. Just like she had done last year. (Thanks again, Laurel!)
I'm guilty of lurking at some blogs - never commenting - and maybe you are, too. I'm also guilty of falling behind in reading my comments. Very guilty. Oh, so much very guilty. Guilty....
You know what? There is nothing like getting comments to make a blogger happy (except for spam, of course, which doesn't make any blogger happy. That's a topic for another day.)
International Blog Delurking Week lasts from January 4 to January 9. So, you still have a couple of days to join the fun.
All you have to do is comment on my blog, then go to Stirrup Queens and comment, there. And, then, grab the badge above. (This badge was created by Melissa at Stirrup Queens, who has given all blogers permission to use it for anyone who wants to do their own International Blog Delurking Week 2016 post.)
You can leave one word (a nice word) like "hi!"
Like Stirrup Queens, I'll even give you a prompt if you want: what's your favorite food?
But only if you want. (My favorite food? Dark chocolate.)
You can even go to my Facebook blog page and like me. OK, I made that part up - it isn't part of the official celebration. But you can do it if you want.
While you are at it, check out Laurel's blog, Alphabet Salad.
So, if you are here for the first time, or the 50th, please comment so I know you are here. (If you have commented before - thank you!) Then, why not join the fun and spread some blogging love?
It will only take a minute.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Winter Wonders - Win Your Own Movie Theatre!
Did you used to have a favorite movie theatre growing up?
I did. This contest made me think back to my childhood, growing up in the Bronx (a borough of New York City) in the 1950's and 1960's.
Back in the 1950's and 1960's, instead of going to the local shopping mall and going into an cinema with multiple screens, you went to a local movie theatre. There was one screen, and you got two pictures for your admission fee.
My parents were far from wealthy, and we rarely went to a movie. But when we did, it was a big event. This is a picture of the local movie theatre in my childhood neighborhood in the Bronx. Several blocks away was a bigger theatre.
But the best one of all was the Loew's Paradise. I graduated from elementary and junior high school there.
Where I live, near Binghamton, New York, there are no more family theatres. The remains of some, abandoned for years, exist, slowly crumbling.
So what better thing would there be to do on a cold winter's day in upstate New York than to sit down and write an essay so that I can own my very own movie theatre.
No, I'm not going to write that essay. But I am so intrigued by this contest, I wanted to share it with my readers.
I am not a cinema buff but perhaps one of my readers is. And I know at least one of my readers lives in Maine. So..(disclaimer: I do not know these people, and I am only reporting something I saw online. I am not at all connected with this contest or responsible for it in any way.)
To quote from the Temple Theatre website:
" The Temple Theatre is at the center of Market Square in historic downtown Houlton, Maine. The Temple building is over 6000 sq. ft. on each floor, built to last in 1918 of wood, steel, and brick as a proud architectural addition to Houlton.....
There is even a video on You Tube showing the theatre.
Houlton, Maine is a town of about 6,000 close to New Brunswick on the Canadian border. At one time, it was rich due to its logging and potato farming industries. Those times have passed.
I have to wonder about a town that still has a neighborhood movie theatre. What an interesting town it must be.
Would you like to own a movie threatre? Do you remember local theatres?
I did. This contest made me think back to my childhood, growing up in the Bronx (a borough of New York City) in the 1950's and 1960's.
Back in the 1950's and 1960's, instead of going to the local shopping mall and going into an cinema with multiple screens, you went to a local movie theatre. There was one screen, and you got two pictures for your admission fee.
My parents were far from wealthy, and we rarely went to a movie. But when we did, it was a big event. This is a picture of the local movie theatre in my childhood neighborhood in the Bronx. Several blocks away was a bigger theatre.
But the best one of all was the Loew's Paradise. I graduated from elementary and junior high school there.
Where I live, near Binghamton, New York, there are no more family theatres. The remains of some, abandoned for years, exist, slowly crumbling.
So what better thing would there be to do on a cold winter's day in upstate New York than to sit down and write an essay so that I can own my very own movie theatre.
No, I'm not going to write that essay. But I am so intrigued by this contest, I wanted to share it with my readers.
I am not a cinema buff but perhaps one of my readers is. And I know at least one of my readers lives in Maine. So..(disclaimer: I do not know these people, and I am only reporting something I saw online. I am not at all connected with this contest or responsible for it in any way.)
To quote from the Temple Theatre website:
" The Temple Theatre is at the center of Market Square in historic downtown Houlton, Maine. The Temple building is over 6000 sq. ft. on each floor, built to last in 1918 of wood, steel, and brick as a proud architectural addition to Houlton.....
- The theatre and building are in fully operational condition.
- The theatre has run almost continuously since 1918. There is space and approved plans for expansion of theatre space.
- The Temple Theatre is the quintessential small town movie theatre. There is steady attendance and good community support for the theatre."
Houlton, Maine is a town of about 6,000 close to New Brunswick on the Canadian border. At one time, it was rich due to its logging and potato farming industries. Those times have passed.
I have to wonder about a town that still has a neighborhood movie theatre. What an interesting town it must be.
Would you like to own a movie threatre? Do you remember local theatres?
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
A Charlotte Russe Memory
Can a food be lost?
Can a bakery be found again?
Saturday, I blogged about being invited to a 104th birthday party for my spouse's last living aunt. She lives not that far from my childhood neighborhood in the Bronx. In fact, I grew up about two and a half miles (four kilometers) from the restaurant where the party will be held. It's in a part of Yonkers that is heavily Irish, and within walking distance of the Bronx border.
I haven't been to that restaurant in over two years, and the first time I ate there (for this aunt's 100th birthday) the strangest thing happened. I couldn't resist walking after the 100th birthday party - I needed to stretch my legs. I went out walking with my sister in law and my spouse.
As I walked down the street, I passed a bakery, an Italian bakery. It had an old sign on it, a sign that may have dated from the 1960's.
Suddenly, something seemed so familiar. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been on this street long ago.
My mind took me back over 50 years, back to when many bakeries in the Bronx featured a special treat that is only made by one or two bakeries any more. It was a street dessert called the Charlotte Russe.
I loved this special treat.
The Bronx Charlotte Russe was simple- a round piece of spongecake, with whipped cream and topped with a cherry. You bought it in a push-up cup - you pushed it up from the bottom as you ate. It was more of a cool weather delight.
I remember taking a bus with my mother to a place in the Northern Bronx where I got my hair cut, and she would visit her life insurance agent to make a monthly payment on a small life insurance policy. Then, she would buy me a Charlotte Russe.
Yesterday, on Facebook, someone from the Bronx posted a picture of a Charlotte Russe. I knew what it was right away. Some things you never forget.
The Russe was sitting on a box from the Holtermanns Bakery in Staten Island. So I went online, and, sure enough, Holtermanns still makes these gems of sweetness. Although, perhaps, not for much longer, as the push up cups are becoming harder and harder to find. And, it seems they don't always use the spongecake - they use pieces of pinwheels or other cakes that didn't sell.
But Staten Island is a long way from the restaurant where the 104th birthday party will be held.
So, perhaps before or after the party, I will wander into that Italian bakery with the old sign. Who knows what I may find there - maybe even a missing piece of my childhood.
Do you have a favorite food that is no longer made?
Can a bakery be found again?
Saturday, I blogged about being invited to a 104th birthday party for my spouse's last living aunt. She lives not that far from my childhood neighborhood in the Bronx. In fact, I grew up about two and a half miles (four kilometers) from the restaurant where the party will be held. It's in a part of Yonkers that is heavily Irish, and within walking distance of the Bronx border.
I haven't been to that restaurant in over two years, and the first time I ate there (for this aunt's 100th birthday) the strangest thing happened. I couldn't resist walking after the 100th birthday party - I needed to stretch my legs. I went out walking with my sister in law and my spouse.
As I walked down the street, I passed a bakery, an Italian bakery. It had an old sign on it, a sign that may have dated from the 1960's.
Suddenly, something seemed so familiar. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been on this street long ago.
My mind took me back over 50 years, back to when many bakeries in the Bronx featured a special treat that is only made by one or two bakeries any more. It was a street dessert called the Charlotte Russe.
I loved this special treat.
The Bronx Charlotte Russe was simple- a round piece of spongecake, with whipped cream and topped with a cherry. You bought it in a push-up cup - you pushed it up from the bottom as you ate. It was more of a cool weather delight.
I remember taking a bus with my mother to a place in the Northern Bronx where I got my hair cut, and she would visit her life insurance agent to make a monthly payment on a small life insurance policy. Then, she would buy me a Charlotte Russe.
Yesterday, on Facebook, someone from the Bronx posted a picture of a Charlotte Russe. I knew what it was right away. Some things you never forget.
The Russe was sitting on a box from the Holtermanns Bakery in Staten Island. So I went online, and, sure enough, Holtermanns still makes these gems of sweetness. Although, perhaps, not for much longer, as the push up cups are becoming harder and harder to find. And, it seems they don't always use the spongecake - they use pieces of pinwheels or other cakes that didn't sell.
But Staten Island is a long way from the restaurant where the 104th birthday party will be held.
So, perhaps before or after the party, I will wander into that Italian bakery with the old sign. Who knows what I may find there - maybe even a missing piece of my childhood.
Do you have a favorite food that is no longer made?
Monday, January 4, 2016
Music Monday - Unforgettable
On New Year's Eve, Natalie Cole passed away at the age of 65.
She was the daughter of a legendary jazz singer, Nat King Cole, who died when Natalie was 15 years old.
It isn't easy when you are the son or daughter of a legend. You must prove your own worth, and people don't take you seriously. Natalie wanted to succeed on the basis of her own talent, but the link to her father was brought up again and again. For years, she would not sing her father's songs.
A song from early in her career. (Everlasting Love).
Natalie Cole turned to heroin and crack cocaine for solace. Her drug use began in college and continued through the early years of her fame. She conquered her addictions after entering rehab in 1983, but the price on her body was high - she contracted Hepatitis C and announced it in 2008. Natalie Cole ended up needing dialysis and, later, a kidney transplant.
She lived a life of determination despite her rocky beginnings and her health problems.
Ms. Cole was a success in the music field, winning nine Grammy Awards.
Ironically, one of her best known songs was a duet she performed, through the magic of modern day technology, with her father. They sang one of her father's biggest hits, Unforgettable.
Aretha Franklin announcing the death of Natalie Cole at a concert on January 1.
We will Miss You Like Crazy.
Upon her death, her family said (according to Wikipedia) "Natalie fought a fierce, courageous battle, dying how she lived ... with dignity, strength and honor. Our beloved mother and sister will be greatly missed and remain unforgettable in our hearts forever."
If you have a memory of Natalie, share it in the comments below.
She was the daughter of a legendary jazz singer, Nat King Cole, who died when Natalie was 15 years old.
It isn't easy when you are the son or daughter of a legend. You must prove your own worth, and people don't take you seriously. Natalie wanted to succeed on the basis of her own talent, but the link to her father was brought up again and again. For years, she would not sing her father's songs.
A song from early in her career. (Everlasting Love).
Natalie Cole turned to heroin and crack cocaine for solace. Her drug use began in college and continued through the early years of her fame. She conquered her addictions after entering rehab in 1983, but the price on her body was high - she contracted Hepatitis C and announced it in 2008. Natalie Cole ended up needing dialysis and, later, a kidney transplant.
She lived a life of determination despite her rocky beginnings and her health problems.
Ms. Cole was a success in the music field, winning nine Grammy Awards.
Ironically, one of her best known songs was a duet she performed, through the magic of modern day technology, with her father. They sang one of her father's biggest hits, Unforgettable.
We will Miss You Like Crazy.
Upon her death, her family said (according to Wikipedia) "Natalie fought a fierce, courageous battle, dying how she lived ... with dignity, strength and honor. Our beloved mother and sister will be greatly missed and remain unforgettable in our hearts forever."
If you have a memory of Natalie, share it in the comments below.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Organ Transplants
Today, at the beginning of the New Year, I (along with many other music fans) are mourning the death of the singer Natalie Cole. I plan to blog more about her tomorrow for my Music Monday feature.
The cause of death - a variety of ills, including congestive heart failure and a reoccurrence of a liver condition called Hepatitis C. The Hep C was linked to drug abuse from earlier in her life.
A tragic end, too soon, to another music talent. Ms. Cole was only two years older than I am.
I want to blog a little about Hepatitis C, because a friend from years ago died when she couldn't get a liver transplant. She never revealed why her liver had been destroyed, but hepatitis (there is more than one type) may have been the reason. She was only in her late 50's. She was on a transplant list but a liver was not available in time.
Hep C is the silent killer and yet it can be detected with a blood test. It is not curable at this time, but there are treatments (some treatments better than when Natalie Cole was first diagnosed). And, if there is any suspicion that you may have contracted it - for example, if you received a blood transfusion prior to 1992 - you owe it to yourself and your family to get tested.
Which brings me back to Natalie Cole.
As a side effect of her treatment, her kidneys were impaired and she had to start dialysis. In 2009, she was fortunate enough to receive a kidney transplant. Many people needing organ transplants, though, never receive them.
It is estimated that 12 people in the United States die each day while waiting for a kidney transplant.
For liver transplants, in 2012, there were over 16,000 on the United States lists.
We tend to think that organ failure is the "fault" of the person involved. But, in many cases, that is not at all true. It isn't true for a family member with kidney disease, and only time will tell what the outcome for this person will be.
The death of Natalie Cole has lessons for all of us. Sadly, though, I doubt those lessons will be learned. And, to me, the saddest part is that we don't seem to pay attention until a celebrity dies.
I hope that Natalie Cole's death starts a national discussion about certain diseases, and ways that our country can improve availability of hearts, kidneys, livers, and other organs that we have the ability to transplant.
Do you have personal experience, or a family member, with a condition leading to an organ transplant?
The cause of death - a variety of ills, including congestive heart failure and a reoccurrence of a liver condition called Hepatitis C. The Hep C was linked to drug abuse from earlier in her life.
A tragic end, too soon, to another music talent. Ms. Cole was only two years older than I am.
I want to blog a little about Hepatitis C, because a friend from years ago died when she couldn't get a liver transplant. She never revealed why her liver had been destroyed, but hepatitis (there is more than one type) may have been the reason. She was only in her late 50's. She was on a transplant list but a liver was not available in time.
Hep C is the silent killer and yet it can be detected with a blood test. It is not curable at this time, but there are treatments (some treatments better than when Natalie Cole was first diagnosed). And, if there is any suspicion that you may have contracted it - for example, if you received a blood transfusion prior to 1992 - you owe it to yourself and your family to get tested.
Which brings me back to Natalie Cole.
As a side effect of her treatment, her kidneys were impaired and she had to start dialysis. In 2009, she was fortunate enough to receive a kidney transplant. Many people needing organ transplants, though, never receive them.
It is estimated that 12 people in the United States die each day while waiting for a kidney transplant.
For liver transplants, in 2012, there were over 16,000 on the United States lists.
We tend to think that organ failure is the "fault" of the person involved. But, in many cases, that is not at all true. It isn't true for a family member with kidney disease, and only time will tell what the outcome for this person will be.
The death of Natalie Cole has lessons for all of us. Sadly, though, I doubt those lessons will be learned. And, to me, the saddest part is that we don't seem to pay attention until a celebrity dies.
I hope that Natalie Cole's death starts a national discussion about certain diseases, and ways that our country can improve availability of hearts, kidneys, livers, and other organs that we have the ability to transplant.
Do you have personal experience, or a family member, with a condition leading to an organ transplant?
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Local Sunday - The 104th Birthday
Today, one of my spouse's cousins called. She invited both of us to a birthday party. But, not just any birthday party.
Later this month, my spouse's last living aunt will turn 104.
I've blogged about her several times before, and I might just repeat one of my favorite posts about her later this month, in her honor.
We weren't able to see her for Christmas. We last visited her in September, when she was hospitalized due to an infection. She was on a pureed food diet, and somehow, they had managed to puree spaghetti and tomato sauce into something less than appealing. Needless to say, this outspoken centenarian of Italian descent was having none of it.
Hopefully, the food at her favorite restaurant (where her birthday will be celebrated) will be more to her liking.
She lives almost four hours by car from us, and we will hope the January weather is in her favor.
What is it like to be almost 104 years old? It seems, sometimes, that we don't value our senior citizens - until they reach 100. Then, suddenly, we are admiring them, and hanging on their every word. And, most of all, wondering what they did to reach that magic age because, after all, we may just want to live to 104, or beyond, ourselves.
My spouse's aunt is not a perfect person. No, far from it. But that actually seems to be the norm.
I wondered how many 104 year old people there are in the United States. The only answer I was able to find was approximately 10,000. I'm not sure how accurate that is.
But I can tell you this - although her body is frail, her mind is active, and she doesn't hestitate to share her opinion with others. Now, I hope we can travel, and help her celebrate. The last several years, her birthday party had to be postponed time and again, due to weather.
Do you have a centenarian in your life?
I've blogged about her several times before, and I might just repeat one of my favorite posts about her later this month, in her honor.
We weren't able to see her for Christmas. We last visited her in September, when she was hospitalized due to an infection. She was on a pureed food diet, and somehow, they had managed to puree spaghetti and tomato sauce into something less than appealing. Needless to say, this outspoken centenarian of Italian descent was having none of it.
Hopefully, the food at her favorite restaurant (where her birthday will be celebrated) will be more to her liking.
She lives almost four hours by car from us, and we will hope the January weather is in her favor.
What is it like to be almost 104 years old? It seems, sometimes, that we don't value our senior citizens - until they reach 100. Then, suddenly, we are admiring them, and hanging on their every word. And, most of all, wondering what they did to reach that magic age because, after all, we may just want to live to 104, or beyond, ourselves.
My spouse's aunt is not a perfect person. No, far from it. But that actually seems to be the norm.
I wondered how many 104 year old people there are in the United States. The only answer I was able to find was approximately 10,000. I'm not sure how accurate that is.
But I can tell you this - although her body is frail, her mind is active, and she doesn't hestitate to share her opinion with others. Now, I hope we can travel, and help her celebrate. The last several years, her birthday party had to be postponed time and again, due to weather.
Do you have a centenarian in your life?
Friday, January 1, 2016
Determination in Action
Welcome, new readers, and all, to my blog. I have been blogging since April of 2009, daily since late March of 2011.
Today, I decided to take inspiration from a parade held in Pasadena, California each New Years Day- the Tournament of Roses parade, and see how I could apply the lessons of a parade to my daily life. I've chosen the word "Determination" as my word of the year.
What is special about this parade? After all, many parades have floats and marching bands. But this particular parade has a special rule: all floats must be covered in organic material - flowers, seeds, bark, and like material.
And what stories you can tell with these materials. Stories of determination.
A ballerina performing Swan Lake - a float honoring a 13 year old ballerina battling leukemia.
She says "Cancer has taken a lot from me...I won't let it take ballet."
This float honored organ donor recipients - all of the riders are alive today because of organ or tissue donors. They are too small to see, but there are also portraits, made of flowers, of those who who donated organs after they died. I know two people who passed away because they needed an organ donation - one, a heart, one, a liver - and couldn't get them.
The Florida Panther - the most endangered mammal in the Eastern United States.
And the American bison (left), a "symbol of strength and determination".
Each one of these floats takes months to decide and build. But the organic materials must be applied at the very last minute - the last week (12-27 through 12-31) before the parade. The work is done by both professionals and volunteers, who labor day and night, applying sometimes tiny materials (anything from lentils to onion seed to ground cinnamon), and covering themselves in glue. Some flowers must be placed, individually, into vials of water.
After the parade, there is a time for public viewing. After that, the floats are stripped, and materials that can be recycled are - a messy job.
How can I not be inspired by these examples of determination? The work I put into my blog and my life pale in comparison.
What are you inspired by the most? What do you use to fuel your determination?
Today is day 1 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge and the Ultra Blog Challenge.
Today, I decided to take inspiration from a parade held in Pasadena, California each New Years Day- the Tournament of Roses parade, and see how I could apply the lessons of a parade to my daily life. I've chosen the word "Determination" as my word of the year.
What is special about this parade? After all, many parades have floats and marching bands. But this particular parade has a special rule: all floats must be covered in organic material - flowers, seeds, bark, and like material.
And what stories you can tell with these materials. Stories of determination.
She says "Cancer has taken a lot from me...I won't let it take ballet."
Each one of these floats takes months to decide and build. But the organic materials must be applied at the very last minute - the last week (12-27 through 12-31) before the parade. The work is done by both professionals and volunteers, who labor day and night, applying sometimes tiny materials (anything from lentils to onion seed to ground cinnamon), and covering themselves in glue. Some flowers must be placed, individually, into vials of water.
After the parade, there is a time for public viewing. After that, the floats are stripped, and materials that can be recycled are - a messy job.
How can I not be inspired by these examples of determination? The work I put into my blog and my life pale in comparison.
What are you inspired by the most? What do you use to fuel your determination?
Today is day 1 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge and the Ultra Blog Challenge.
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