Time Flies

As I described it one day, I never thought I would see the day when I would be earning a living in my bedroom, and so it has been for six months now.  As I get older, the years seem to tick by faster.  It seems like only yesterday I was 20-something, suddenly I am three times that.  

I mentioned in a comment on another blog recently that I fully expect, in fact one of my goals in life, is to die with items undone on my "to do" list.  Having things to do makes me happy, gives purpose to my life.  

I expect when I finish traveling, there will still be places I would like to visit.  I do hope I have the good sense to know when to stop traveling.  Then again, maybe I will be one of the lucky ones that dies silently on the return flight from someplace I have always wanted to go.  Back when I was in law school I interned at a legal aid program.  The office administrator and her husband took a long planned and much dreamed about trip.  On the flight home, her husband was in the window seat and she thought he was sleeping, but when the plane landed he didn't wake up.  He had died quietly with a dream fulfilled. A lot of people thought it was tragic, I thought it was a wonderful way to go.  The flight attendants and the airline were very gracious, they are trained, and many have dealt with this before.  

It is going to be a busy couple of months, that will fly by, and before we know it the end of the year holidays will be upon us.  

Have you started your christmas shopping yet?   

 

My Music Monday - Something a Little Different - Wintergatan - Marble Machine

I am always fascinated by machines, machines that make music are especially fun.  The first winter we were in Florida, the neighbor had a restored player piano, they welcomed me to play it from time to time.  

Do you need one of these? 

Sunday Five : Five Things About Me

1. One thing I have always wanted to own?
2. One place I would love to visit? 
3. My favorite time of the day?
4. My favorite food? 
5. I always enjoy? 

My answers:

1. One thing I have always wanted to own? A boat 
2. One place I would love to visit? Portugal 
3. My favorite time of the day? I am a morning person 
4. My favorite food? Cheese 
5. I always enjoy? A cool dry morning. 

Please share your answers in the comments.

 

A Bag Full of Rocks

A friend invited my to join a private Facebook group, "Rock the Blue Nation." Members are asked to commit to painting and sharing in their neighborhood at least 10 rocks, urging voters to Vote Blue (Democrat) in the upcoming election.  I have recently finished my second dozen rocks. 

One day Sweetie Bear walked through the living room and asked me what was in the red fabric bag, I replied, "rocks."  We chuckled about being brighter than a bag of rocks.  I do hope you will vote for someone smarter than a bag of rocks.  

A Little Fun Along The Way

 One morning recently, I decided I wanted to walk someplace different, than my usual morning meander in the swamp.  I stopped at a county park.  The trail in the park was unpleasant, poorly maintained with lots of exposed tree roots to trip over, lots of bugs, I am still scratching.  Along one side was a paved trail.  For about 500 feet there were signs with pages from a children's book, illustrating the flora and fauna along the trail, a little farther along there was a small art installation. A dozen or so small sculptures, I think made by children,  secured in place, with placards encouraging you to find all of them.  

These are odd times.  Have a little fun along the way, create ways for others to have a little fun along the way, things we all need to do. 

Someone should let Sassybear know about this posting. 

In My Backyard

I am exploring places in my backyard this year.  I have lived in many places, and it always surprises me how little I know about what is close by.  Working at home, has freed time for a daily walk, the gym was closed for months, and is very limited now that it is opened, all of this has resulted in walking a lot.  Most mornings I walk the same trail, about two miles round trip in a swamp along the Potomac River.  I am noticing the subtle changes in season.  Changes in the colors, different birds, bugs and flowers.  I try to listen, I try to be aware of what is happening around me.  It is so easy to get into our bubble, and not see, hear or smell what is around us.  I am practicing awareness.  

Can anyone identify the butterfly?  

 

The Way We Were Wednesday - 1967 National Beekeepers Federation

This came from the 1967 American Beekeepers Federation Meeting in Little Rock, Arkansas.  There were pressures on honey prices, and my father went to the conference to try to get a feel for what was likely to happen.  While he was gone, we had a blizzard in Michigan.  The day he was flying home, there was a funeral at the cemetery a mile south of home, so the road was plowed.  We made it out, and somehow made it home.  Shortly after that we had a phone installed in the house.  My parents had been on the farm for about 15 years, and had never had a phone installed.  There was a phone at my grandparent's house around the corner.  They were in Florida for the winter, my mother had to go around in the snow, and set in their freezing cold house to try to reach my father and other family.  My father gave this to me, it was part of a fundraiser, they sold two buttons with the same number, is you could find the match on your number there was some small momento.  

Do you think anyone still has the other button?   

Bald Eagles

 I remember the first time I saw a Bald Eagle, it was a captive bird, one injured and unable to fly, that was being shown to encourage passage of the endangered species act at the Detroit Auto Show.  I saw one in Florida, actually a sub-species in the early 1990's. The only ones we saw in Alaska in 2008 were in a rescue facility. Changes in the laws have resulted in a resurgence.  There is a growing population along the Potomac River.  I started spotting them 4 or 5 years ago.  Over the river, in tree tops along the river, and a couple of times hunting in the woods on our hilltop a mile away.  

For the past three months, I have been walking in a wildlife refuge along the Potomac River, about a mile as the Eagle flies from where we live.  At least half of the time, I see Eagles on my morning walk.  I recently had a stretch of 6 days in a row when I saw one or more Eagles, three one morning in two different locations.  

The photo above is likely a nesting pair. They are frequently in that tree.  They are about 1/4 of a mile away, stretching the limits of the lenses I have.  I could use twice as much lens.  

Have you seen Eagles in the wild? 

This picture was taken after the post had been written, about as close as I ever get. 

My Music Monday: "The Girl from Ipanema" Astrud Gilberto, João Gilberto and Stan Getz

My one and only Uncle Richard, was young at heart, he was about 10 years younger than my parents, but had much more modern taste.  A visit to my Aunt and Uncle's house on the lake always exposed me to something I never heard or saw at home.  His taste in music included Jazz and early Rock and Roll.  I remember hearing this for the first time in their airy living room overlooking Dollar Bay on the back side of Lake Orion.  It transported me to far away places, I had and have never been to.  I own it on CD, it is on the playlist in the convertible.   

What music transports you to far away places, you have never been? 

Sunday Five - If You Could

 Let's escape reality, and spend a few minutes in unreality, If You Could? Be creative, there are no limits, you don't need a reason. 

1. If you could travel through time for four hours, where and when would you go? 
2. If you could attend the finish of any sporting event, what would you want to attend? 
3. If you could have lunch tomorrow with any person living or dead, who would it be? 
4. If you could leave the earth, safely, and return in an hour, where in the Universe would you want to visit? 
5. If you could have one celebrity or politician as a next door neighbor, who would it be? 

My Answers:

 

1. If you could travel through time for four hours, where and when would you go? The liberation of Paris near the end of World War II. 
2. If you could attend the finish of any sporting event, what would you want to attend? Seats on the finish line of the Indianapolis 500 the year Mario Andretti won. 
3. If you could have lunch tomorrow with any person living or dead, who would it be? My Great-Grandmother Wood, 
4. If you could leave the earth, safely, and return in an hour, where in the Universe would you want to visit? The moon, I'd love to see earth from the Moon. 
5. If you could have one celebrity or politician as a next door neighbor, who would it be? Queen Elizabeth. 

Please share your answers in the comments. 

Holding It All Together - more or less

 Somehow the light post, held up a ropes tied off to two small trees seems to represent this year (if you look carefully there is a second rope running off the a tree farther away.). We are holding it together, somewhat.  

The Indianapolis 500 was two weeks ago, the Kentucky Derby is this weekend, and the Tour de France started last weekend.  Two of those should have been in May, the Tour is not in July for the first time in 117 years.  Under the conditions these events are being held, they could have been held when scheduled, Indy ran with no fans in the stands, The Derby will run with a limited crowd, as is the Tour.  

I have grown used to working from home, but I miss travel and conferences.  This will be the first year in more than a decade when I will have spent fewer than 30 nights in hotels, currently 18 nights - I am undecided on attending a wedding in October that might get me to 21 nights. I miss eating out.  I don't really miss the mall, doubt that I will ever go back.  Amazon is my go to for shopping.  

I am convinced that I will vote in the upcoming election, but will likely do that as an early voter.  

I have a weird enough personality, that the isolation has not bothered me, but it would have been fun to see a few more friends and family this year.  

Are you holding it together?  

Life Requires Hard Work Sometimes - If You Do It Right

Andrew in Australia went on a bit of a rant the other day. My interpretation of what he had to say, was that he is was tired of self indulgent people complaining that life requires hard work.  I offered a comment there, but I am inspired to elaborate here.  

I have heard it from young people, complaints that you have to start at the bottom, that education takes time, is hard work, and in some parts of the world is expensive.  I also hear a similar whine from a couple of older bloggers that others had advantages in life, that others have more resources in retirement. 

And you know what, all of that may be true, but life is about what we make of what we have to work with.  I have done fairly well in life by pushing myself beyond what anyone would have expected.  None of my grandparents finished high school.  My father dropped out of school in his teens, my mother finished high school in the middle of World War II.  Education was not highly valued in my family.  

My first job off of the farm, paid a barely living wage, with the promise of bonuses based on profitability.  For that I worked 9 hour days, plus an early morning staff meeting one day a week.  Often I was called on to work six or seven days a week, being "single" with no kids I was expected to cover for those with "families." The next job after that, paid a whole lot more, but I was expected to work 60-70 hours per week.  The first time I took ten days off to go to England, I returned to a lecture about needing to be serious about work (to this day, I wish I had told Bill to go %uck himself that day.) 

I worked my way through college, working full time,  going to school part time, paying for it as I went.  I spent nearly 10 years earning a four year degree.  A couple of years later, I took a leap of faith, moved 800 miles, and applied to graduate school.  I was the fourth oldest in my law school class. An unhealthy fear of failure drove me to work very hard and finish in the top of my class.  I also took on enough student loan debt, to pay for a Mercedes, instead of the well worn Honda I was driving.  I made extra payments and paid off my student loans in less than 8 years. My first job out of law school paid $28,000 a year to start- doing work I loved - but often demanding 60 hours weeks. I ended up moonlighting doing the kind of work I do now, because I needed the extra income. A decade after law school I took another leap of faith, a job 500 miles away in DC.  A job that paid very well, but in an area with a very high cost of living.  And 500 miles away 30 weeks out of the year from the person I love. Our love endured and our relationship lasted.  

I am look at retirement in the predictable future.  We are debt free.  We will have nearly as much income in retirement as I currently earn (and I am the only earner this year, J is fully retired but delayed drawing retirement income for a year - resulting in a larger retirement income for life.) Life is good.  But no one gave us any of this, we earned, we were careful with what we had, we made due, we avoided mountains of debt. 

It has been a hard slog along the way.  I have worked insane hours, often for people who wondered why I couldn't give more.  I have a lot of education, because I worked my tail off for it, and paid for it.  

So to anyone thinking life is hard - it is and and you get out of it, what you put into it.  

Even those born with advantages in life find that life is not easy, and that they get out of it, what they put into it.  I have never assumed that someone's life was easy, because they came from a different background.  

Rant over- thank you for allowing me to vent. 

  

September 3rd

Fifteen years ago today, Travel Penguin posted his first post on this blog. 

Nearly half-a-million page views, just under 2,900 posts, nearly 16,000 comments later, here we are. I know a lot of bloggers have more views, more posts and more comments, good for them.  When I started this I figured if 3 or 4 close friends read what I posted it would be a smashing success.    

In the early posts, it was all Travel Penguin, or TR. I have emerged from the shadows to be the narrator.  The posts are sometimes about travel, sometimes my rambling on life, seldom funny, even less seldom political.  I long ago lost track of all of the places we have been, I know I am still missing two US states, and I keep dreaming about the next trip to Europe (did you know you can take a ferry boat from Iceland to Denmark, with a stop in the Faroe Islands?)  

I have met so many wonderful friends through blogging, some of whom I have actually met. (If you are ever in the Washington DC area, let me know.) 

I continue to say, I do this for me.  It gives me a place to share photos, and 99.9% of the photos on this blog I took.  It has improved my writing - though I still find typos and my brain can construct some very twisted sentences. My brain works in strange ways, but it works for me, and I am okay with that.   

I love that people read and see what I post.  I read your comments, probably the only comments I miss are comments posted more than a couple of days after the post goes up.  Sorry, my brain moves forward, it seldom looks back.  I try to acknowledge comments, even if it is only a couple of words to let you know I read what you wrote.  

As I look forward, I plan to keep doing this.  I think about adding blogs (I tried that this year, and abandoned the idea, one is enough to keep up with while working full time.) 35 months until I don't need to work full time.  Then I can think about new channels.  I think about adding a vlog, more than the once in a rare while video here, I think about creating serious short videos about the adventures in my own backyard and as we travel. It is good to have plans and dreams for the future.  I am so glad I committed to a daily posting, even if I struggle sometimes to come up with the next idea. 

Thank you all for being a part of this.  Please keep reading. Please keep posting.  

If you are not blogging, please start. All of us have a story to tell, a song to sing, a picture to draw, and message to share.  If you have stopped blogging, think about just posting a selfie or a picture of what is around you - let the world know what is important to you, it is simple and helps all of us connect to something outside of ourselves.  

Take care, thank you all for being a part of this, I look forward to the next 15 years.     

The Way We Were Wednesday - Picnic Time

 This one is from before my time.  On the left is my paternal grandmother.  The taller woman on the right is my mother.  On the end in the hat is my paternal grandfather.  I recognize the enameled metal cake carrier it was my grandmother's.  There is a jar of French's mustard.  No idea what the event was.  A glimpse into the early to mid 1950's.   

World's Best Out of Office Auto Reply

 

I received the following automatic out of office reply the other day. 

____________________________________________________________________________

STOP: YOUR EMAIL HAS BEEN DELETED- Out of office until September 8th  

 

Please read  

 

1. What is this? 

This is my VACATION and I am working hard ON BEING ON vacation. This is the best way I have of making sure my email does not ruin my vacation. 

  

2. Why delete your email?  Why not just read it all when you get back? 

Good question. This is the only way I have found to truly disconnect. Otherwise, I will be thinking about email with an impending sense of doom…knowing I would need to slog through thousands of emails when I return. 

   

3. Aren’t your worried you will miss out on something important? 

I am terrified actually! But I have an amazing team who can probably do a better job than I would have done anyway. 

-Research Program Manager: Aiesha.___@____.edu 

-PREPARE Program Manager: Jana.______@____.edu 

-Scheduling: Ismael._____@____.edu 

  

5.  But I really need you to see this email!! 

Consider re-emailing me on Sept 8th or email Aiesha (research) or Jana (PREPARE-related). 

You can also send a delayed email. 

Windows:https://uit.______.edu/service/office365/delay-send 

Mac: the Send button on the desktop version has a drop down with a calendar function. 

   

Feedback welcome (if you send it after Sept 8th) 

 

(Borrowed from Rebecca, Gabe & Bob ) 

_________________________________________________________________

I have to say, I think this is brilliant.  I have bragged in the past about replying to work email with the opening line being "Greetings from London," but in reading and replying to office email while on vacation in London, was I really on vacation, or just working remotely?  Email and mobile phones have revolutionized our world, but they also allow work to invade our off hours. My work is not life or death, why do I treat it as such.  I sincerely hope the next time I take a few days off, I have the guts to post this out of office message.   

Do you think I will have the guts to post this?  Would you? 

My Music Monday - Yesterday

The car is from yesterday, a long time ago yesterday.  I wonder if he has had it that long; or wanted it then and can now afford it; if he feels like yesterday when he drives it today.  Back in the early 1980's I went out with a women, whose husband had bought her a mid-1960's MG convertible (I know its complicated, she was a she, and yes she was married, and yes she screwed around - a lot. We were young and reckless.) She would put the top down and ask me to drive, with the music turned up, she felt like she was a teenager again.  Shirley would be about 84 today, I wonder if she still feels young.  

Sunday Five - Kids Yesterday and Today

1. What do you have today, that you wish you had a kid?
2. Did you drink alcohol, before you were "of age?"  
3. Did you have a secret hiding place as a kid?
4. Did you have a room of your own as a child? 
5. Where did you escape to as a kid? 

My answers: 

1. What do you have today, that you wish you had a kid? Spell check, it would have made my life so much easier. 
2. Did you drink alcohol, before you were "of age?"  No, I was a good kid in many ways (meaning I got away with things because, 'he'd never do that!') 
3. Did you have a secret hiding place as a kid? Not really, my mother always seemed to know where I was.  
4. Did you have a room of your own as a child? Not until my brothers left home, until I was 13 there were three of us sharing a bedroom. 
5. Where did you escape to as a kid? The old barn on the farm, no one went there, it was old, quiet, and only a little spooky.  

Please share your answers in the comments.  

I Remember When

 I built a house for a guy once (I have about a 1,000 of these stories) who was retired from a long career selling the forms that ran in these order machines.  In the early years they had carbon paper between the pages of the form, in later years a carbonless duplicating paper was used.  I left the building business in 1995, and he had retired because he was old enough and the business was going away, the company he worked for was dropping the line and moving on.  

I remember working with carbon paper, before every office had a copy machine, we used carbon paper to produce copies of contracts to build homes.  It was fussy stuff, but with a little care, and a hard press it did the job.  For simple change orders we used carbonless (NCR) forms.  

I remember buying my first copy machine in 1988.  I was working a project near the University of Central Florida.  One of my customers brought in his brother to buy a house one morning.  The brother sold copy machines for a living.  We talked, be bought a house, I bought a copy machine.  It was around $1,000, and does less than the $150 HP that I have at home today.  Within a couple of days, I had someone in, who was looking at a new design, that we didn't have flyers on.  I copied the floor plan from the blueprints, she showed them to her husband that evening, and came back the next morning to buy.  Having the machine, resulted in an extra sale that I might have otherwise missed.  That $1,000 machine, made me a lot of money.  A year or so later, the company caught on, and started buying machines for every office.  

I was surprised to see this in use, in a hardware store in a small town in northern Ohio this month.  I wonder if someone is still printing the forms, or if they stocked up on a lifetime supply.  

Friday Night and We are Not Eating Out

This sign, chalk board, was in a small restaurant in Chagrin Falls, Ohio.  The place specialized in burgers, exotic fries, and drinks.  It was mid-day and I was driving so we stuck with water.  The bacon cheese burger was good, the truffle fries were heavy (Jay's plain fries were better.). 

I miss eating out in restaurants.  We did on the trip, kind of had to we were on the road for 5 days.  It was nice to see fewer tables, and tables left intentionally empty.  In the past few years restaurants have packed the tables in so tightly you couldn't get in and out without asking the table next to you to move.  Having a little extra space is nice.  

Menus are photocopies, single use and disposable.  One place had them printed as a placemat.  The burger place had theirs online using a QR code, except I don't have a QR code reader on my phone.  

The greasy ketchup bottles are gone, as are the grimy salt and pepper shakers.  Single serve, on request has become the norm for this.  I have at times gone to wash my hands after handling the dirty condiment containers left out on restaurant tables.  This is a change that I hope will last long term. As a good french chef will tell you, if the cook seasons properly, the table should NEVER ask for salt and pepper.  

Fast food, we had lunch from Micky D's and Burger King while driving, have closed their inside dining rooms.  One had tables outside, a couple of times we ended up eating in the car.  It worked, we have gotten out of the habit of eating in the car.  The car stays cleaner. 

I have not lost hope, in time we will return to restaurants, we will return to hotels and travel.  In time.   

Me Again

A long, long time ago, early in the morning, after a night long thunderstorm, I was born on my Grandfather's Birthday, this day.  I have somehow survived another year.  I have reached the point that Ron describes as having more yesterdays, than tomorrows, but I probably have a few good years left to go.  I thought about doing a video, as Spo often does, but I couldn't decide what to say. Like John I am surrounded by things I like, that have meaning to me, there is really not much that I want or need. If you really must, a Krogen 70 is always a thoughtful gift, if it comes with a trust fund to fill the fuel tanks. 

I am taking the day off and I will spend the morning checking in with friends. I will start off my morning living vicariously through Walt and Ken.  Anne Marie sent me a card a few days ago. I will check in with Sharon in Phoenix, and see what the Mistress is up to today, and check in down under with Andrew and on Mitchell, SG and the cats, and on Fearsome and Blobby.  I will check the latest politics with Bob. I will check in on a few others, some of whom I wish posted often enough to check on daily.  If I missed mentioning you, sorry!  

I will be home with my love.  Hoping for a quiet day. 

Birthdays can be weird for me, my mother forgot mine several times, I was let go from a job once (reduction in force) on my birthday.  So I tend to lay low.  Five years ago we had lunch and I had one beer (just one) at the Hofbrau House in Munich, that was memorable.  

Take care, have fun, treasure each day, each week, each month, and each year.  Our time is finite, our supply of birthdays is not unlimited. Enjoy,   I will.   

The Way We Were Wednesday - Simple Wood Boat

 This is my oldest brother, in my grandfather's boat. A classic wood boat.  The boat was gone before I came along, there were later small metal boats.  Most likely this was a small lake in Michigan.  Both of my grandfathers liked to fish.  My paternal grandfather thought boats were cumbersome and expensive, my maternal grandfather owned several small simple boats.  He wanted to get out on the water where there was no one around.  

Any early boat memories for you? 

Opportunities in the future

 When we are traveling together, I frequently take a long walk while Jay showers and dresses. It gives me 30-45 minutes to wander and think.  In Cleveland I walked past a closed theater, an out of business bank, an out of business childcare center, and a couple of closed forever restaurants.  This got me thinking. 

The experts are saying that 60% of the restaurants that closed for the pandemic, will never reopen.  The restaurant business is fickle, having one of the highest closure rates of small businesses.  But 60% in one years is a lot of closure.  As things come back, this also creates a lot of opportunities.  There will be a lot of fitted out ready for a good cleaning and coat of paint restaurant spaces available for new entrepreneurs. Every restaurant has the server who thinks, "I can deliver better service than this." The cook, who knows that can make "better food than this." And the person with a head for numbers who knows they can "deliver a better value."  The three keys to success in the restaurant business, quality, service and value.  As things settle into the new normal in the coming months there has never been a better opportunity for them to take the plunge.  

At the same time there are massive changes to the food service supply chain.  The supply chain is set up to standardize with mediocrity, for a savings of a few pennies here and there, the food supply that goes into the typical restaurant.  One of the reasons you seldom find fresh and local in a restaurant, is fresh and local does not fit into the global supply chain that aims to deliver the same product, for the lowest price, everyday of the year.  In doing so it standardizes mediocrity.  That supply chain has been brought to a halt, and is starting back in fits and starts, opening the door for fresh, seasonal and local to find its way in the back door of a restaurant near you and into the hands of the talented cook who always thought they could deliver better quality, better value (note I didn't say cheaper),  into the hands of servers who know they can deliver a better dining experience.  Now is the time for the farmers and dairies and vintners to go direct to the kitchens of the new opportunity restaurant near you. 

It may take months, or even a couple of years, but I think we will see a revolution in new restaurants, offering unique food and service.  

What kind of a restaurant would you like to have open near you?   

My Music Monday : Signs - The Five Man Electrical Band 1971

I am well on my way to being a long haired freaky person.  I have not had hair this long since the late 1970's early 1980's, it may actually be longer in the back now than it was then.  I am thinking about just letting it grow.  It is getting close to being able to pull it back into a creepy old man ponytail, below the huge bald top.  Telecommute has been extended by my office through at least the end of the calendar year, at that point  I will have been 11 months without a haircut.  It blows in the breeze so nicely when I put the top down on the little car.  

Do you have COVID hair? 

Sunday Five - Do You Remember

 Kind of a test of how old are you, do you remember when, this weeks Sunday five. 

1. Do you remember the first time you paid more than $1 per gallon for gas (hmm, how does that convert for those outside of the USA?  1-eruo or 1-GPB per litre?) 
2. 8-Track tape players? 
3. When Richard Nixon resigned as US president? 
4. Tell us about your first visit to a public library? 
5. The first time you saw a Heron? 

My Answers:

1. Do you remember the first time you paid more than $1 per gallon for gas (petrol) (hmm, how does that convert for those outside of the USA?  1-eruo or 1-GPB per litre?) It would have been 1978, a Gulf oil station in Titusville, FL at the corner of US-1 and Knox McRae (there is a bank there now.) The pumps couldn't handle a price over a dollar, so they set them to the price per half-gallon. 
2. 8-Track tape players? I had one in the early 1970's and wanted a recorder - but they went out of date before you knew it. 
3. When Richard Nixon resigned as US president? We were visiting a flying friend of my fathers, I think I cried, while others cheered. 
4. Tell us about your first visit to a public library? It would have been in North Branch, Michigan, probably with my grandmother, the library was above the 5 and Dime store, next to the Pioneer Bank, up a flight of wood stairs, lots of dark wood bookcases, I was probably 5 or 6. 
5. The first time you saw a Heron? There was one that visited the wetlands on the farm when I was a child, my mother was thrilled when it landed in the corner of the yard. (Neat photo of one in flight?) 

Please share your answers in the comments. 

Breakfast

 For the first 50 years of my life I avoided breakfast, it started as a child, I blame my mother, but then I hold her responsible for a lot of things.  Over the last dozen years I have grown to enjoy breakfast. I have some form of breakfast everyday.  Most often it is something simple, iced coffee and toast or bread often with a heavenly homemade cheese spread.  Once a week or so, it is scrambled eggs or an omelet.  When I travel I love going out to breakfast (missing travel in more ways than one.)  I can't say that breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, that would be like asking you to say which one of your cats is your favorite.  

The photo above, first the Irish Yeast Company, yeast is such a core of baking, the bread involved in my breakfast relies on yeast.  Then look at the details and decoration in the facade.  Amazing. 

Would you join me for breakfast? 

 

 

Smoking

 My grandmother was advised by her doctor in the 1930's to take up smoking, on the theory that drawing smoke in would exercise her lungs and make her lungs stronger.  She quit sometime in the 1960's, I remember her elaborate china lighter, and a bronze smoking stand with a china ashtray on the top.  She gave the smoking stand to my Aunt Edith, who smoked until the end of her life.  Edith died in her late 50's.  She had a terrible headache for a couple of days, finally went to see her doctor, who sent her to the hospital for a CAT scan. The scan revealed a huge aneurysm in her brain.  It was an emergency and far beyond the capacity of the small hospital she was in so they transferred her by helicopter.  The only helicopter ride in her life (take that helicopter ride while you can enjoy it.)  She asked the helicopter crew to pause for a couple of minutes on the roof of the hospital so she could smoke - my father was appalled.   My father started smoking when he was in the Army near the end of World War II.  He quit in the early 1950's, LIFE magazine was running full color pictures of the lungs of dead smokers, he wanted to learn to fly, he decided if he quit smoking he could use the money to learn to fly, and he did. 

I wonder, did someone quit, or simply leave this behind?     

Questions to Ponder

I worked with a guy decades ago, who met Richard Nixon, long after he had left office.  Nixon was out for a walk in a park watching the fish in the pond, and remarked "I wonder how fish sleep?" A really deep question, so today a few deep questions to ponder. 

• Do fish dream? 
• Is it strange that human kinds greatest predators, are so tiny you can not see them unaided? 
•  Are we more afraid of bears, or are bears more afraid of us?
• If you could live forever, would you want to? 

Questions to think about, but to serious for a Sunday five. 

 

The Way We Were Wednesday - Playgrounds

 I have no idea who the child in the swing is, my father took this one before I was born.  I love the shade, the color, the tone, the moment captured in time.  Those wood box swings, can you imagine the scream about safety.  

I have simple memories of playgrounds as a child.  Swings, slides, walking slowly, looking at the place and time.  

Any idea who she grew up to be? 

I'm Back!

We returned from a little road trip, about 1,000 miles four nights in three different hotels.  Home, to Lexington, Kentucky (my Bourbon collection is restocked), onto Cleveland for a family birthday, and back home. 

It was the first time I had been more than 60 miles from home, the first time we had eaten in a restaurant since returning from Ireland March 16th.  It was a little weird, for the most part everyone seemed to be following safety protocols.  If anything the hotel rooms were cleaner than usual.  The complimentary hotel breakfast is now a brown paper bag, with a pre-packaged pastry, granola bar, and a bottle of water.  Restaurants are running at 25-50% of capacity, meaning you are not packed in like sardines - some good change.  

It felt great to be out and about.  Most of the time was spent in the car, or a hotel.  We did a tiny bit of shopping and found that to be relatively safe.  

Before we left, I scheduled a bunch of blog posts, did you notice my posts were done ahead of time?    

My Music Monday - On The Sunny Side Of The Street

When I was growing up in Michigan, the American Poet Edgar A Guest did a recorded segment on one one of the Detroit radio stations.  This was his theme music, it brings back warm memories.  He was one of my mother's favorites.  She met him once. 

Sunday Five - Influences

We all have influences on our lives, some positive, some not, some funny, some sad, hence this weeks Sunday five. 

1. Describe a person who has been a positive role model in your life? 
2. Describe a person who was a naughty influence on your life? 
3. Describe a person who was always fun? 
4. Who was the Debbie Downer in your life? 
5. Who are you influencing and how? 

My answers: 

1. Describe a person who has been a positive role model in your life? My paternal grandmother, she was strong, understanding, and a positive thinker. 
2. Describe a person who was a naughty influence on your life?  A high school friend, Robby, he was fun - until he got older and turned bitter.
3. Describe a person who was always fun?  Uncle Richard, he was a master storyteller and always had an adventure or misadventure to talk about. 
4. Who was the Debbie Downer in your life? My maternal grandmother, yes she had a difficult life, but they had also had some awesome adventures. 
5. Who are you influencing and how? My dear readers, I hope I entertain you, help you find the sunny side of life.  

Please share your answers in the comments. 

Crowdsourcing

 Using the power of many, the kindness of strangers to get things done.  Here the National Park Service is enlisting the help of visitors to Dyke Marsh to help document the day to day, week to week changes of the Marsh.  The power of masses of people working together to get things done.  

Have you participated in crowdsourcing? 

Looking forward

 For a couple of years now, in my annual goals was figure out what I want to do when I grow up, actually growing up is optional, when I grow old, I have already passed by the option of dying young, and certainly past point of leaving a beautiful corpse, what am I going to do in retirement.  Here are some current thoughts: 

• I want to write a cookbook.  Now my idea here is a book that talks about basic techniques, a whole chapter on getting sauced.  Not on drinking, but on basic sauce making and how to use that to build great cooking.  You get the idea.  It will be a labor of love, and will take time. 
• I want to create a couple of books of photos.  I am loving my morning walks in the marsh along the Potomac River, I am collecting photos, it will take time to collect the images, identify the birds, bugs, trees, and flowers (turtles a couple of mornings recently.) Writing and editing the text will take time, and I hope to have time.  
• I want to spend more time in England and Wales, to revisit France, and Italy.  We have never been to Spain and Portugal, or scandinavia. 
• I need to check off the last two US states.  Maybe publish a list of my experiences in all 50 US states.  There should be an association for people who have been to all 50 states.  
• All of that and laundry, and shopping and I will stay busy.  

What am I missing?  

Pretty Bird

 Makes me wonder in a landscape of green, and brown, why is the cardinal red? Cardinals have a feisty reputation, they are said to be very protective of their nests.  They are so visible they would have to be.  There are a lot of cardinal in the Marsh, my morning meanderings.  There are a few near the entrance, another grouping just past the big bend.  I wonder if they know one another.  I have heard that birds maintain their balance while they sleep, amazing.  

If you could ask the cardinal one questions, what would it be? 

The Way We Were Wednesday - To The Moon

I remember the Apollo launches, the first landing on the moon, Neil Armstrong's words as he first stepped onto the moon.  I was across the river from the space center for the first shuttle launch.  I watched with great interest two months ago the SpaceX launch of astronauts from the USA for the first time since the shuttle stopped flying.