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Tuesday, December 17, 2024

#sol24 December 17 Oversized, Overpriced, Priceless Memories

 


To be honest, I thought this year might have been the one to scale back - a little tabletop tree, perhaps?

But my "assistants" really liked "Gianna" and offered to help me decorate the oversized, overpriced tree that is now shedding in my living room; thus, she has now taken over 16 square feet of real estate!

The decorating was slow and steady, interspersed with tea, cookies, questions about "long ago" and comments about "antique" ornaments!

        "Why don't you get a new lady or put a bow at the top of your tree, that one is falling apart?"
        In my defense, the decrepit tree-top angel was a freebee with a purchase at Sears, long, long ago!

        "Why don't you put a new note in the mailbox?"
        In my defense, that note was written by your great-grandmother, so it is special to me.

        "Why do you have so many angels?" 
        In my defense, each one was made or purchased in memory of someone I lost.

        "Check this out, it says Christmas 1979!"
        In my defense, we celebrated Christmas long ago!

To be honest, I am glad to welcome Gianna, even if I don't need "Gianna" and her abundant raining needles!  
To be honest, I am glad to have shared things that are special to me with people who are special to me.  To be honest, someday soon, most of these "special-to-me" ornaments will find themselves in either a 25-cent bin at Goodwill or a landfill.
To be honest, I am glad I agreed to spend this year's holiday with an oversized, overpriced tree who is wearing a host of memories on her arms!


Tuesday, December 10, 2024

#sol24 December 10 Due Date

 

Today, there are students, who are "sweating it out" in spite of the cold, dreary weather. 
  • Some of them are procrastinators (like their professor), and are doing random other things to avoid the inevitable (like their professor who is writing a SOL).
  • Others are deciding on their "excuse" among the common (The Flu, Sick Students) and the less likely (Crashed Computer).  (I have heard them all!)
  • Some of them have a long history of doing their best work when the due date is hours away!
  • Others really have been overwhelmed by the demands of being new teachers for 15 weeks.
  • Some of are used to throwing together their report, project, case study or whatever else was needed at the last.
  • Others are reliant on the potential of AI to do the hard work!
  • Some are hoping their professor will be "wooed" by their strong opening thesis statement and the need to read a zillion papers in a matter of days.
Tomorrow, the work is due. Then, their professor will begin "sweating it out" in spite of the cold, dreary weather.  She will have to:
  • Not wrap that pile of presents
  • Not mix up a vat of gingerbread dough
  • Not decorate with designs waiting in the wings for decade
  • Not procrastinate  
Today and tomorrow, I hope my students stay strong and as we both remember that tough times and due dates make strong people!

Sunday, December 1, 2024

#sol24 December 3 Finding Love


This time of year
On cold, lonely nights,
I sometimes watch a
Cheesy, unrealistic tale
About finding love amidst
Gently falling snowflakes
With twinkling lights and
Dark December skies
As a backdrop.

This year,
I watched a story unfold,
With a foreboding winter backdrop,
Ebbing daylight, icy wind, dark clouds, 
A tiny pup, looking like a winter day,
Wormed his way into our hearts
Into our lives.
"Snowy" will never 
Walk, eat, sleep, play, 
Or, be lonely
As he is NOW part of a family
Who don't need to watch cheesy
Unrealistic movies about finding love.








 

Monday, November 25, 2024

#sol24 A Slice of Gratitude


As I reflect on the edge of Thanksgiving
I acknowledge the many stressors,
World, national, familial, personal,
 Challenging life altering events, 
For so many.

So my slice today is
A Slice Of Gratitude.
For the opportunity to share
A cup of hot tea and heartfelt talk.

For the opportunity to share
An old favorite pig story before naptime.


For the remnants of a career
Sharing a passion for students
Who find learning challenging.

For a windy soccer game's finale,
A lacrosse tournament providing
An excuse to be outside all day long,
A chlorine infused swim meet's journey.

For a cousin who cares enough
To do a "dirty job" job I should have done.
A long phone call with a dear friend,
Friends who exercise achy joints
In the pool, and care.

For a concert by people who share
What they love, their passion.


Yes, this life is not without 
Its many, many challenges,
Obstacles and heartbreaks,
So, this holiday,
I am grateful for those many diverse
Passions that make the journey
Interesting and fun. 








 

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

#sol24 Out From Under the Bleachers

  

I've sat on my share of bleacher seats
On glorious spring and fall afternoons,
In the scorching heat of summer playoffs,
During snowstorms when we dug out the seats,
In dreary gyms in random towns.
I recently became the owner of a previously-loved
Portable watching-sports-chair!
To be honest, the bleachers, if present,
Are increasingly uncomfortable!
To be honest, getting up from the ground,
Is a little more challenging.
So, I was a bit surprised,
And yet not surprised at all,
When I saw this new invention
Resting proudly on the sidelines
So that little ones can rest their loins,
As they await their turn
To kick the ball around the field.
Yes, you too can have one of these
Saving your littles from intense bleacher discomfort
Or the ravages of the hard ground.
Amazon, Dicks, Walmart...
I feel as if I was living under a rock
Or perhaps under a bleacher!








Tuesday, November 12, 2024

#sol24 November12 Slice of Perspective

 


The air was pungent with smoky residue from the hills as I tried to rake the leaves, alone.  I was annoyed as my eyes burned and my throat was tightening even as I my mind wandered to those years of when an orchestra of eager-if-not-always-happy-rakers created the backdrop for a full afternoon of laughing-complaining-leaves-in-hair-working-fun. 

Clearly, the sky was dusky and the fall spectacular of crunchy leaves was not what I was expecting until I remembered that I was indeed the lucky one as I could rake my leaves!

"We watched the line of flames barely 200 yards from our house holding our breath," she explained.  "I really wasn't sure we would have anything left, but the path they bulldozed held up and kept the fires at bay.

"They lost everything," my cousin's voice cracked as she tried to explain, "just hours after they left.

There has been no rain in more than a month here and in California (an many other places as well.)  Mother Nature's beauty has been muted by the loss of one of her super-healing powers, rain. 

My slice today, is a slice of perspective. 



Monday, November 4, 2024

#sol24 November 5 Our Voices and Our Votes Matter


The parking lot was full, a rarity, and so I drove around thinking about the power of news and social media hype to bring people to the library even before the real Election Day! After finally parking, I noticed two ladies, with walkers, slooowwwly making their way towards the door.  

I thought, for a moment, about passing them and securing a place in the line ahead of them. Instead, I asked if they were coming to vote and held the door as they sloooowwwly entered.  Then, we both stopped in awe of the line of voters wrapped around first the local memorabilia and then all the way around the circulation desk! 

Their collective sigh morphed my own sigh and displaced my thoughts of leaving. I thought of the energy it had taken for them to come out to vote. I thought of the nearly impossible challenge of standing in what was clearly going to be a long and winding line.  

"How about your folks sit here and I will get in line.  When it gets close, you can join the line," I suggested. 

"Thank you," they said quietly and slooowwwly they made their way to the bench while I slooowwwly waded through the sea of voters to secure a spot at the end of the line of people clearly on their lunch break and others clearly frustrated by the long line.. 

I had lots of time to think of past elections of voting at 6AM  before a long commute and at10PM as the doors were about to close.  I really did not remember ever having lines like this before! 

I really did have plans to circle by the grocery store, but instead, after voting, I walked slooowwwly towards their car, surface talk about the incredible line and the equally incredulous weather.

"You know, I used to just cancel out my husband's vote most years, but this time, while I miss him terribly, my vote counts even more," she sighed.

As I headed to my car, I was hoping I would remember to vote (by mail) when my turn to move slooowwwly came in the not-too-distant-future, because, our voices and our votes matter. 


Monday, October 28, 2024

#sol24 October 29 I Love You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

 

It was many, many years after I eagerly sang along with them, in my pajamas, as they crooned on the Ed Sullivan show; yet, when that music began....we overlooked the converted gym, fake sideburns, sloppy wigs, and bad dad jokes!  We sang along at full tilt.

There were a few among the "silver sneaker" crowd who had actually seen them, long ago, at Yankee Stadium and one person even stood outside the Ed Sullivan theater to catch a glimpse! Yet, for most of us, it was a "first"!

Their starting number, of course, brought most of us to our feet as the words emerged from the recesses of our minds. "I love you, yeah, yeah, yeah," was certainly audible to the young-uns on the treadmills or in the nearby pool!  

During intermission, they donned longer wigs and St Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band inspired outfits to embrace the '70s, and we chugged flavored waters and shared memories of albums and songs that had shaped our identities, even if we do not think about it every day. 

It was over, at nine because the fake Beatles had to travel to another gig the next day and because, well, the "silver sneaker" crowd had a morning stretch and flex class early the next morning!

As we headed outside, we laughed and reminisced about how fast time passes!  Then, someone joked about how a future "silver sneaker" crowd (filled with our grandchildren) would be filling a future multipurpose room somewhere talking about their version of I Love You, Yeah, Yeah Yeah...

And in the parking lot, we ended the evening with the currently popular but far less familiar  to us......."Marry me Juliet, you'll never be alone, It's a love story, just say yes, oh, oh oh..." 












Tuesday, October 22, 2024

#sol24 Everyday Images in the Sky





At the beginning of October, I went outside to try to see the "Ring of Fire" eclipse.  It was too cloudy.

A few days later, I tried to catch a meteor shower that was supposed to be visible in the early evening but I must have been too early, missed it or I was looking in the wrong place. 

Next,  then tried to catch Jupiter that was supposedly going to be visible, but still no go.

Then, I meant to catch the Hunter's Moon, that final super moon of 2024, but I forgot!

But, during the clear skies of this October, there have been many, many nights when the skies have been filled with the colorful reflections of sunlight on the horizon.  

These images may not earn notoriety for their rarity, but they sure do offer few moments of sustained happiness in spite of withering plants, shedding trees, and clearly shorter days! 

With clear skies again today, we are most likely going to have another light show! There is something to be said for those everyday images in our sky.






 

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

#sol24 October 15 Grand Dogs For Me

"We've always had dogs," he said as his dog pulled desperately on the leash. "They sure are good company," he added with a smile that suggested the benefit of a dog for those of us who live alone, without acknowledging my quiet house.

There were many busy days (years in fact) when being alone was a goal rather than a problem for me; however, these days, my home is mighty quiet and alone is the new normal.
 
"I do think about it, sometimes," I offered, "and the thought of a pal sharing my porch on summer evening sounds inviting.  But, the thought of having to make plans with a dog walker if I go out for the day and the idea of bundling up for a walk late on a cold winter night have been deterrents. Plus," I added with a smile, "pets are like kids, you never know what you are going to get!"

"And," he laughed as he was pulled down the street, "most of the dogs on this street do have minds of their own." 

"I'll settle for strong-willed, visiting grand-dogs," I offered, but he was long gone on his walk/run after his beloved and strong-willed pet. Yet, my heart was remembering that long ago downy soft drowsy puppy snuggled next to me. "Grand dogs for me," I reminded myself, sternly!

 

 


Tuesday, October 8, 2024

#sol24 October8 Slice of Cake with Frosting


In a world where divisiveness, disagreements, and destruction headline the daily news, I am sharing a  happy slice of life about a small group of children who spent a couple of hours focused on decorating mini-cakes with mountains of frosting, layers of tiny cakes, and heaps of sprinkles!

The sugar laden picture (below) will not take away the assured pain of a huge-o hurricane nor will it restore peace in our world; yet, there is something peaceful and even hopeful about squishy pastel colored frosting oozing out of a gigantic tube filled with more sugar than any parent would allow any child to consume in a week! 

In reality, a cake decorating party is a messy event that is best held outside! 
To be honest, there was a lot of frosting wasted!
In retrospect, more sprinkles landed on the ground than on cupcakes! 

Yet, the sensory rewards from surrounding oneself with self-created sugary treasures are profound as evidenced by the smiles and laughter (not pictured)!        
This is a not-just-for-kids party idea!



 



Tuesday, October 1, 2024

#sol24 October 1 Good Bye, Neighborhood




I have written about the lawn jockey my neighbors
dressed for every holiday and Giants game.
He was a beloved fixture my grandchildren referred to as
the Little Man. Here is his story of his last adventure.

"I realized the end was near when he took off my Giants shirt and began to dig out my feet. I'd been a feature on the street for decades and I really wondered how many people would miss my costume changes to mark the seasons, holidays, and every sporting event.

While I was a little excited about the potential of a new adventure, I saw tears well up in his eyes and realized this was a new, and different chapter. Yet, he continued as if he was on a mission. His son finally showed up late in the afternoon and they lifted me onto the trailer with a fire pit and a mini fridge. I saw the little girl across the street watching the action from her porch."

"Can I go over to say good-bye she begged her grandma with tears streaming down her face.  I can't believe they are really taking him away!"

"Moments later, they were snapping a picture of me and the man was walking away while the tears poured down his face. I tried to be brave and smile for that picture, but to be quite honest, I was afraid.
There were some uncomfortable good-byes among the other humans, but the man stood by himself facing his old house. I realized at that moment, that life for each of us would never be the quite the same.

We pulled away moments later and I tried to bravely wave good bye to the house I had guarded and the neighborhood I had cheered for so many years.  

We had not gone very fall when I leaned over a wee bit while he was making a turn.  Without my feet being firmly planted on Earth, I leaned over and fractured my arm, the one I need to wave to my fans.  I am pretty sure it is a stress fracture as I sure was stressed!

Now, sadly, I sit in a storage unit where the sun does not shine and there are no cars going past.  I am waiting patiently, however, because that man with the tears in his eyes talked about something called retirement. He said it would be different, like a new season, and I think I saw a wee bit of a smile on his face as he told me to rest up for the next chapter. 

Right now, I'm a bit unsure about what will happen in this retirement stage, but I'll rest up for a bit and hope his smile is a sign of a new beginning, with new cars, and new human fans."




Tuesday, September 17, 2024

#sol24 September 17 Tree, Table, Book Club


 We gathered in a basement,
Are all book clubs in basements?

With grapes and cookies,
From 8 to 88 to discuss
Challenges of each stage of life,
Including cognitive decline.
Tree, Table, Book

We shared stories,
Our writing,
 Dreams of being published,
Compared thoughts about the characters,
Made bookmarks
To remember
To share our stories.

It was a first, for all,
An Intergenerational Book Club.
The book was uniquely suited
As if Lois Lowry had planned it!
We are all awaiting the sequel!







Monday, September 9, 2024

#sol24September10 Shopping for Santa?

 

When I heard James Earl Jones passed, 
I smiled and I remembered...  

Long ago, in the days before cell phones with cameras, 
I left school on December 23 with a huge list of 
what needed to be done for the looming holiday 
replacing lesson plans and curriculum concerns. 
The snow had already begun to fall, and the forecast called for 
lots of white stuff before the impending holiday.
 Part of me knew I really should head to the babysitter's to pick up my kids, 
but the other part of me hoped I had enough time to 
stop at the local Grand Union to pick up a few things.  


Like almost everyone else in town, I grabbed a cart and threw in the snowy day essentials like bread, milk, and eggs. I impulsively grabbed flour and sugar thinking I might just bake cookies while stuck inside. The lines were growing, so I pulled into the nearest one and impulsively grabbed a slew of the in-reach items.  A scored a couple of Swedish Fish, Twizzlers, M & M s, Hershey Kisses, Jolley Ranchers, Altoids, bubble gum, gummy. worms, pens, travel sized games and travel size toothbrushes for good measure. I was pretty sure this would be my last shopping before the big holiday and so I took full advantage of that impulse aisle! I suspect I was thinking about the excessive amount of sugar destined for those stockings or perhaps I was bemoaning the lack of weather appropriate footwear, but the voice behind me was comforting and familiar. 

"Helping the big man out?" he asked with a laugh as I threw the haul onto the conveyor belt. "Did you see these Santa candy dispensers?" he asked reaching for Santa Pez dispensers in the nearby aisle.  He carried only a handbasket, but was dressed for the snowy afternoon in an oversized coat. 

I surely smiled as I responded to the bigger than life local hero who popped 2 Pez dispensers onto my belt.  

"You needed them," he chuckled. 

Let's be honest. The novelty dispensers were 
a bigger hit than all the junk I purchased! 
I've long wondered how he retold the story
of his Grand Union encounter 
with a snow-holiday-stressed local teacher!








 snowfall outside 

Monday, September 2, 2024

#sol24 September 3 Wherever You Find Yourself

 

Schools have opened, pools have closed and the air has a certain chill; therefore, no matter what the calendar says, "summer" is over, and we must abandon slip-on sandals and lazy afternoons. In these waning days of summer, life moves slowly for most people, even though the days go way too fast for teachers and students! 

For some, the summer slow down has reached the ultimate in slow-motion events, The Annual End of Summer Tractor Parade! There really is something special about this parade that my cousin and #1 reader told me about even though this slow moving event could  make local kids excited about school!
                                                                    (Montgomery, NY)

For many of us (teachers and students probably fit in here), the summer slow down has led to abandoning damp swim suits for Scrabble. Life, or Jenga blocks!  We hit the stores for backpacks and shies and now find ourselves teetering on the edge of excitement and trepidation! Fall is like that! 

For some. today is just a new day or working and transitioning to sweater and jeans.

All of these are good options,

Wherever you find yourself today, I wish you a fall season that "falls in a good way for you."




Sunday, August 25, 2024

#sol24 August 27 Power of Stories


The request was simple enough. "Want to do a book club?" she asked. I read a lot more than usual this summer as I took the summer "off" from my teaching tasks. Kristen Hannah and others had filled my summer evenings with stories of people who interfaced, ever so briefly, with my "real" life. I often thought about how this chapter of my life mirrored those middle years when books and their characters filled the crevices of my mind that had been filled with teaching, family, and life demands for so many years.

"Sure," I responded and ordered the book (back ordered) from Libby, my free online library. Worse come to worse, I could always order a Kindle version if it took too long.

Then, one day, I noticed the e-book had arrived. I "knew" Lois Lowry from many books shared with students and teachers over the years of my professional life as a literacy specialist.  

From the first words, I recognized the familiar "memory" assessment that is part of nearly every doctor visit after a certain age.  Often, we joke about that 3-word assessment; however, we also dread and respect the potential of 3 words to a life's path.

The themes, mostly heavy duty, included those nearest and dearest to my heart: aging, friendship, and the power of stories.  

I read deep in the night and finished early in the morning while my eyes were still encrusted with sleepers.  The "inter-generational" reading-inspired-book-club was weeks away and there I sat, deep in thought, early on a late summer morning, rocking gently.  

It was a feeling similar to how I felt as I finished The Women earlier this summer and wondered why I had never talked about the impact of the Vietnam War on my generation.  Families and friends had been divided by differences.   These days, it's more likely political and lifestyle choices that divide and separate people

Yet, there are some aspects of life that cut through all the "red tape" of life and Lowry answered the question about what is most important exquisitely: the perils of aging, demands of friendship, and the power of stories.   Consider it a must read. 


Tree, Table, Story
By Lois Lowry


Tuesday, July 30, 2024

#sol24 August 13 Good Samaritan

 

Today, I could write about the people I met during multiple flight delays or I could tell you about the amazing and powerful people one shares life experiences with when a hurricane, such as Debbie, does what hurricanes do and alters travel and vacation plans. I really want to write about the stranded woman and special needs daughter from Dallas who had spent 18 hours securing a new fight: however, I am going to write about a moment at the beach, on my long awaited and much needed vacation. 

I had already done the obligatory ocean swim where one goes from one end to the other of the designated area and had settled into an salt-water holding pattern of slow motion when they entered my visual space.  She was more spry than he was, but not by a lot.  I wondered about their trip to the Island. He must have needed a wheel-chair assist at the airport, but I was sure he did not want one. Perhaps I was projecting my own thoughts onto others,

He held onto her shoulders as they slowly, but surely, made their way onto the sandy ledge. His slow descent was marked by many stops where he readjusted his stance while focused on the goal, the water's edge.  Several times, he stopped and appeared to be rethinking the decision to enter the water; yet, his supportive partner appeared to reassure him that the trip was both possible and worthwhile, even if she was not sure of the path ahead.  

He stopped inches from the water's edge, and it was then that a younger man passed a toddler to his wife and emerged to become an entry support person. I do not know what words, if any were exchanged.  I do know that the entry went smoothly and the man was soon immersed in the warm water where his smile was evident to all.  The younger man stuck around just in case he was needed.

The older man stayed in the ocean only a few minutes, and the Good Samaritan helped with the exit through the murky sand.  Eventually, the Good Samaritan returned to his own, young family playing in the briny waves. 

I hope that some day, in the not so distant future, there is a Good Samaritan to help me when the waves and ocean drop are greater than I can manage,  

I hope, in the distant future, there is another Good Samaritan to help that young man when he needs support to feel the ocean in his bones. 

#sol24 July 30th SMART Talk

 


I wasn't sure I was going to post today, 
But a conversation with friends got me thinking 
About the power of words.

Overheard at the gym...
"I don't know how she keeps up, she's BIG!"
"That teacher is just awful."

Overheard on the news....
"She's a bum."
"He's weird." 

Overheard in class: 
"He's impossible!"
"She's off base."

In my opinion, all this name calling from adults is likely to result in more and more name calling among our children which would clearly undermine the movement to reduce, rather than increase bullying!

I, for one, am going to try very hard to move about this fray and try to focus on observable characteristics!   

Of course, when I think of observable traits I think of Individual Education Plan goals which really might offer us a good way to talk about issues!

Good IEP goals are SMART (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, and Timely).

Perhaps we could start talking in SMART ways as well?







Monday, July 22, 2024

#sol24 July23 To Be Two


 She has a strong voice and lots to say,
She is not afraid to "flail" to get her way,
She talks too much, when quiet is expected,
She runs too fast, when slow is anticipated,
She swings with too much gusto,
She eats too many Goldfish,
She devours too much cheese.

She'll read the same book, too many times!
She'll play hide and seek, too many times!
She has two favorite blankets, today!
She can find her Meme in a crowd, too!
She is not afraid to speak her mind!
My love for her is too great!
The littlest of my beloved grand-kiddos is two!


Sunday, July 21, 2024

#sol24 July 21 A Slice of Love

 


From over the river and across the sound
Excited friends and relatives braved summer traffic,
Challenged air traffic controllers,
Set aside the trials of daily lives,
To show support and celebrate love.


After prayerful rituals and solemn promises
They arrived to explore the incredible venue,
Consume delectable morsels,
Savor cake and pastries,
Dance with determination,
To celebrate love.


Planning a celebration of love can be stressful and exhausting,
Executing that celebration can be difficult and expensive,
Arranging for travel and accommodations can be difficult,
Organizing all cousins for a photo-shoot, memorable,
Watching grandparents dance, a miracle,
The opportunity to show support and celebrate love
Priceless.

 
Congratulations K&J,
I hope your future is filled with
A Zillion More Slices of Love

Monday, July 15, 2024

#sol24 July 16th Waves of Change

    


"It's perfect," she said as the finished the "shell garden" at the base of the house. 

"I'm pretty sure there is no such thing as an imperfect sand castle," I smiled silently to myself.  

On the way home, I thought about that castle, created with love. With or without a protective moat, each castle is an opportunity to create a special place and a special moment in time.  Yet, it will not stay as the waves of time will leave their mark; tomorrow, a new sand castle will likely arise in about the same place as a new family leaves their mark in the sand.

As I pulled into my driveway, another wave of change was clearly evident.

I smiled as I waved to my new neighbors who had just finished unloading a U-Haul trailer into their new-to-them house. 

I suspect she, too, was thinking, "It's going to be perfect." as they stared adoringly at their new-to-them house that would soon see waves of change in order to be recreated in the days to come.








 

Monday, July 8, 2024

#sol24 July 9 That Pool of Sweat

 

I woke up sprawled on the bed in a pool of sweat. I pushed the damp hair off my face and realized it was not yet dawn; yet, the air was dreadfully hot and heavy.

"I knew I should have had the air conditioner serviced," I thought as I tried to go back to sleep.  "There is no way they are going to come for an emergency visit during this heat wave," I thought as I moaned softly,  "I had better open a window," I thought as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "I cannot believe I was so foolish," I admonished my sweaty self. 

The air outside was even hotter and heavier and so I made my way to the basement in search of the old, 6 inch emergency fan.  It did provide a bit of relief, but I lay on the sweaty sheets alternating between being annoyed at myself for not having my mini-split system serviced and concerned about all the people who  are suffering and not sleeping during this heat wave. I'd do a major mea culpa and call the repair department first thing in the morning! 

The fan moved the air around and I was able to go back to sleep. As I made the bed a few hours later, I noticed the remote was under my book.  When I went to sleep, I must have put the book down and accidentally turned off the air!  I pressed on and the familiar hum of cool air returned. 

I submitted a non-emergency request for service, a few hours later,anyway!  

To be honest: I am blessed to have installed this new system when I did some renovations a few years ago and even on the hottest of days, my space is tolerable! There are many people who do not have access to air conditioning on these very hot, humid days. 



Friday, July 5, 2024

# Fourth of July: Drones Anyone?

1960  Rain fell most of the day offering only brief forays to the dock. The grownups kept up the presence of a good time and there were lots of sparklers!  Eventually, we pulled away leaving Yankee Lake's annual fireworks display in the rear view mirror.

1976  We walked over the bridge to celebrate the Bicentennial.  Scoring a location early, we watched the fireworks from the great steps, leaving a trail of smoke and a crowd of people at the end of the day.

1986 The promise of swimming, hiking, watermelon and birthday cake would surely allow for something for everyone.  We sang Happy Birthday to Grandma, a real firecracker before heading home, certain to see lots of fireworks on our trip!

1996 It had been a long weekend in the ICU where we watched our love one fight for life.  Yet, we shared Hershey's fireworks through the hallway window with others, in the same boat. 

2024 I listened to fireworks all day long; yet, I wandered out to watch a magnificent display by my neighbors before going in to watch the Macy's display. 

The reports of injuries and deaths as well as the haze, the next morning, were clear reminders that this long standing tradition needs to give away to 21st Century technology that can provide a magnificent show, safely and without impacting lives and the environment!

I't hard to think of Fourth of July without a light show; to that end, I am planning on gifting my loved ones drones so that they might be part of the next revolution!

https://www.npr.org/2024/07/04/nx-s1-5020172/why-drone-light-shows-are-replacing-traditional-july-4th-fireworks


Monday, July 1, 2024

#sol24 July 2 A Beach Story

 


"What did you ask me to bring," I asked her, confident she would remember the request.

"Paper," she responded, lunging for my bag that really did contain a couple of notebooks filled with blank pages waiting to become something! 

In minutes, the first page was filled with the "story" of a vacation at very blue beach filled with abundant waves, colorful sailboats, and dancing dolphins hurling through the waves while happy vacationers settled into their beach chairs on the sandy shore.  

As she worked on the details of her second dancing dolphin, the modern-day artist asked me "Google" how a one should  look. After studying the image, she refined her craft on successive waves of pages.  In time, the tides ebbed and flowed across the island's counter top.  

This observer soaked up the real-life moment rather than taking a picture.  Therefore, you, the reader, will have to imagine the picture!   

This young artist is totally confident of her ability to tell her story.  This young artist, poised to begin her public education career, has not yet studied van Gogh; however, I thought of his words as my feet nestled in her sand and I soaked up her ocean breezes: 

                                      There is nothing so delightful as drawing

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

#SOL24 Their Teacher is Amazing

 

They plan their schedules and they arrive early to get a spot because their TEACHER is AMAZING 

There is lots of catching up before they begin as most of the group has physical or family "stuff".
"My husband has been struggling since the diagnosis...."                                                                            "The cruise was incredible...."                                                                                                                          "I'm not sure when I will be back as I will have to help with he grands...."                                                                                                                                                                        
Yet, they move deftly and begin to smile as they enter the pool as the from long ago and yet familiar music begins.  Their AMAZING TEACHER along with her smiling students begin to sway as the music plays.... 
"Beautiful,"  the AMAZING TEACHER says (I think she really means it) and the group sways, scoops, and sings along, while smiling.  
They leave with a with a smile because the TEACHER is AMAZING.