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Time Fillers

Are my time wasters more or less productive than your time wasters?

And what constitutes a time waster versus worthwhile time filler?

I think of this question as I look forward to reading more books in 2010.  And somehow I feel that at the end of next year, people will look at me more approvingly if I say “I read 50 books this year” rather than if I say “I played Civilization on the Playstation 100 times this year.”  And then I thought – why? 

Even if I read some of my non-fiction books and learn a thing or two about meditating, or the history of China, or the nature of dark space…….what value have I really added to my life?  Or anyone else’s?  Should I have spent that time selling things on eBay to make money?  Or volunteering my time at a shelter?  If I didn’t do something really productive, something that other people consider productive, should I hide my head in the sand?

My sister and I used to have board game marathons when we were kids.  We would pull all the board games out of the closet, play them one by one, and pile them up next to us depending on who won which game.  Pretty fun.  Today, kids play Rock Band together or Wii games, and people tend to tsk tsk if they play too long.  Video games.  How unproductive.  But really, aside from the potential issue of eye strain, why is playing video games all day any less admirable than playing board games?  Was it better when Big Sis and I used our imagination to come up with adventures in the back yard?  In the end, weren’t we just playing around?  Is that good enough?

Some people would just roll their eyes at the whole question.  What’s free time?  Of course, if I have more work I’ll be happy to spend my time doing that.  And if there are ever little munchkins in our house, I won’t have to worry about how my time use is being judged.  I’ll just have to worry about how my parenting skills are being judged.  Ha!  I don’t tend to get bored.  But I do often have spare time during the day.  And you know, that’s how I like it.  I spent my time working 50 to 60 hours a week while volunteering my time, going to book clubs, working out at the gym and trying to organize other gatherings.  Other than constantly feeling like I was neglecting something, I didn’t totally hate that.  But, given the opportunity to slow down a little and to choose to lower (or eliminate) outside obligations, I’m happy to do that for a while.  I have a feeling like will be a little less relaxed this next year.  I’ll probably be happy I had time to smell the roses.

So, if I do choose to keep my time to myself, who’s to say what’s less productive?  Playing around on my computer?  Going to the beach to look for whales?  A few hands of poker?  Why do we tend to look at computer and TV mediums as more mind-numbing than anything else?  Maybe I’ve got 50 smut books lined up to numb my brain this next year.  Or maybe 50 books about computers.  Would that be ok?  Why do people care what other people do with their free time anyway?

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I feel like tonight’s blog is going to be a little rambley.  Buckle up and follow my train of thought!

I love me a good box of See’s Candies nuts and chews.  If you’re going to give me a variety of See’s Candies, might as well make it nuts and chews.  In general, I don’t like solid chocolate.

Isn’t it funny the things our loved ones remember and don’t remember about us?  I think chocolate is a wonderful gift for any occasion.  And I appreciate any gifts from my hubby.  But sometimes I have to laugh because he still sometimes forgets I don’t like solid chocolate.  So, the box of fancy truffles may be the best in the shop, but chances are it will sit on our snack shelf for weeks as I push the pieces around trying to magically turn one into a caramel.  At Halloween, dear Sweetie will eat the mini 3 Musketeers while I happily munch on Snickers and Babe Ruths.  What the heck is nougat anyway? 

Speaking of things our loved ones forget – I joke about the fact that my work is such that most people can’t explain what I do for a living.  Sometimes it makes me feel a little sad to listen to someone try and explain me to someone new.  “She…..uhhhhh…….she works as a…..she does…….well, she’s smart!”  Sometimes it makes me feel a little under-appreciated.  Then, I realize that I can’t properly explain the work of several people that I know.  Mostly people who work in different IT positions.  Several of Sweetie’s friends who are trained engineers but whose job titles no longer contain just (or much) engineering.  And I realize no disrespect is intended of course.  It just goes to show if you don’t really know an industry that well, you can’t keep track of all the jobs within it.  And most people just are not that into California environmental regulations.  No biggie.  I quiz Sweetie every year or so and he has gotten pretty good at providing a quick synopsis of what I actually do. 

Anyway.  Chocolate.  Don’t like solid chocolate.

But a good box of See’s Candies nuts and chews has many choices that I will quickly inhale.  Ohh….sweet butterscotch.  Come to Mama, walnut square.  It used to be that I would pick my way around the box and save my favorite pieces for last.  And that would most likely be the dark butterchew or the scotchmallow.  mmmmm…..

This year, after Christmas I tore open the See’s Candies box from Sweetie’s grandfather.  I poked around a little bit.  And then I went straight for the scotchmallow.  Bit into that chocolate, caramel, marshmallowy goodness and savored it for all of five seconds before devouring the rest of the piece.

I thought to myself – What happened to that good old fashioned restraint and expectation? 

And then I thought – Why did I always save my favorite piece for last anyway?

Did I appreciate it more because I had to wait for it?  No.  Did I feel like I was building some strength of character by withholding my favorite chocolate from myself?  Not really.  Did I want my final impression of that box of chocolates to be the best it could possibly be?  Surely that is not reason enough?

I couldn’t really come up with a good answer.  I still can’t.  If I’m going to appreciate a good scotchmallow, I’m going to appreciate it if it is first out of the box, or last. 

Was that too many two letter words in a row?  It reminds me of one of the placards that my old high school english teacher used to keep on the wall.  Something about 10 two-letter words to live by – “If it is to be, it is up to me.”

Sorry – I’m drifting.  I probably need to sleep after last night’s “it’s 5 a.m. and I haven’t slept a wink yet” fiasco.

Sooooooo……why do we do it?  The old phrase “Save the best for last.”  What practical purpose does it serve?  Other than to make your current choice feel better about itself?  What good does it do the chooser?  Do we continue to do it as we get older?  And if we don’t, don’t you think it would make old people less crotchety?  Or is there some law of diminishing returns on choosiness?  Maybe there is a brief period of bliss where we have what we want, then we get a little older and realize we chose all the best goodies and are left with the buttercream with cherries and there’s nothing left to look forward to but yelling at your cat and scaring small children. 

What do you think?  Should we always save the best for last? Or first?

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End of the Year

Tradition now.  Do this one at the end of the year.  Pull up some warm spiced cider and maybe try it yourself.   (sorry for the funky shading and formatting.  I need to stop copying and pasting every year.)

1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?

  Visited the island of Lana’i.  Finally hiked in Haleakala crater (3 times in three months).    
 
 

 2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don’t really make resolutions at New Years.  So, yes and no.


3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

 Yes!  Hooray!
 
4. Did anyone close to you die?
 Yes.  Can I please answer “no” one year?
 5. What countries did you visit?
 Went to the mainland, brah.

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
 
A working Sonicare toothbrush. 
 7. What date from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? 

  Nothing sticks to my memory.  I’m too old. 

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

 Surprising my hubby on his birthday.  Pulling off the organization of a pretty complex family reunion (pretty good for only being *in* the family for two years).

9. What was your biggest failure?
 

   10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

 My minor meltdown in front of my Sweetie in the middle of said family reunion.
 

 

 Not serious, no.  This blasted cold at Christmas was pretty annoying though.

  11.  What was the best thing you bought?
Percy Prescott Giles, our new addition to our family who protects us from 6 a.m. chukar birds!  We LOVE YOU PERCY!!
   

12.  Whose behavior merited celebration?  

Family.  Lots of family stuff going on this year.  My mom-in-law and her sister and their aunt were 100-percent supportive of me while I was slogging through the family reunion organizational stresses and they made me feel really appreciated.  You forget how important such a simple thing is until someone goes out of her way to show you.  Special kudos also to my mom-in-law, sis-in-law and new bro-in-law for pulling off such a wonderful wedding this year! 

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Angry people.  Clueless people.  People who make lame, lazy generalizations (generally in the political arena). 

14. Where did most of your money go?

Rent.  Is that a purchase?  Guess not.  No major purchases of the year. 

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

My sis-in-law’s wedding and my 20-year reunion. 

 16.  What song(s) will always remind you of 2009?

Well, this reminds me of my 20-year reunion which reminds me of times during the late 80s. We requested this one at the reunion and it quickly brought everyone out to the dance floor.  Which says a lot maybe about where I grew up.

You know you love this one!!!

17.  Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. Happier or sadder?

About the same. 

ii. Thinner or fatter?

Fatter.

iii. richer or poorer?

Can it be possible to be poorer than this time last year?  Yes, yes it is possible.  Poorer.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Work, work, work, work.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Worry about money.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?

We spent the day with about 12 other family members at Sweetie’s grandfather’s house, eating, opening presents, making ice cream, playing games, and making fun of each other. We will spend second Christmas with my family watching the nephews open a few more gifts and eating more gooooooood food.

23. How many one-night stands?

I don’t qualify for that anymore.

24. What was your favorite TV program?

*sigh*  Battlestar Galactica.  Goodbye Stattlebar.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

 Nope.

26. What was the best book you read?

I really enjoyed “The Last Summer (of you and me)” and “The Promise of the Wolves.”

 27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

 Rediscovering Imogen Heap after she (finally!) released her album.  Nice.

  28. What did you want and get?

Most of our family members are still here, in good health and doing relatively well.

29. What was your favorite film of this year?

In the theater – probably Coraline.  At home – The Thin Man

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

38 and Sweetie and I went hiking around the West Maui Mountains and then out to dinner for a proper Shepherd’s pie and beer.  Yum!

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?

Wear what you already own cause that’s all you get.

34. What kept you sane?

Who said I’m sane?

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

 I don’t.

 36. What political issue stirred you the most?

I had to be boring but I did spend a bit of time following the attempts at health care reform.  Pretty big implications there.

37. Who did you miss?

Everyone I didn’t see who I actually wanted to see.

 38. Who was the best new person you met?

Why pick a best? I don’t meet that many new people so I’m happy to know the ones I do.  I don’t rank them.

39.  Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009:

Go with the flow.  (Don’t laugh Sweetie, I’m getting better at it)

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

I never figure this one in time.  I’ll let you know.

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Books, Part 2: The List

ok, I’ve really warmed to the idea of this Read Your Own Books challenge.  I’m not sure if I need to state my number and the books I want to read ahead of time.  But I was interested in finding out which books on my bookshelves have been gathering dust for too long.  So, I took a short inventory before I left home.  I am starting with a very modest goal of 21 books.  Partly because it’s been so hard for me to finish any book these days and partly because I know there will be other books that will pop up this year to distract me.  I’m not counting the books I have started and would love to finish – the half-dozen books I currently have sitting on  my bedside table in Maui and the three books I’ve started at my Mom’s house in California.  Technically I have already read part of them so they don’t count. 

Soooooooo, this is the list I have so far.  A mix of fiction and non-fiction.  I don’t know what order I will read them – I suppose I will just pick up whatever book inspires me on any particular day.  I may read 5 of them at once.  I may read them one at a time.  But the goal here is to FINISH them. 

Blogging Heroes, Interviews with 30 of the Word’s Top Bloggers, by Michael A. Bank

 The Venetian’s Wife, by Nick Bantock

 Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, by J.M. Barrie

 The Ninemile Wolves, by Rick Bass

 The Inner Reaches of Outer Space, Metaphor as Myth and as Religion, by Joseph Campbell

 One Day on Beetle Rock, by Sally Carrighar

 Bones of the Master, A Journey to Secret Mongolia, by George Crane

 Notes From Underground, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

 The Tao of Inner Peace, by Diane Dreher

 Owen’s Marshmallow Chick, by Kevin Henkes (because I actually never read it and the guidelines don’t have a minimum number or words per book)

 Small Wonder, Essays, by Barbara Kingsolver

 The Secrets of Pistoulet, by Jana Kolpen [DONE]

 Something Wonderful, by Judith McNaught

 The Book of General Ignorance, Everything you Think you Know is Wrong, by John Lloyd and John Mitchinson

Red Dwarf, Better Than Life, by Grant Naylor

The Calling of Emily Evans, by Janette Oke

The Wolf and the Raven, by Diana L. Paxson

The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery  (because no, I didn’t actually read it when some guy I dated a couple of times sent it to me)

Quicksilver, by Neal Stephenson

 Fathers and Sons, by Ivan Turgenev

 The Invisible Man, by H. G. Wells

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My green beans were tasty and the family enjoyed them.

My cold is mild and I’m stuffy but I don’t feel like I’ve been run over with a truck even though I was hoping that I wasn’t really sick, that it was just my chronic throat pain, but why would I think that because I always seem to get sick when I come back to California in winter.

The house was warm.

Sweetie’s family is together.

Only one of my presents coming in the mail will probably be late and Sweetie already has something to open tomorrow. 

I followed my mother’s lead and wrapped a couple presents a day the past week and didn’t spend all day today wrapping gifts. 

The sun was shining today.

Sweetie and I are in the same state!

My mom spoiled me with a wonderful dinner this past weekend and we will get to see her, Big Sibs and the nephews soon to celebrate post-Christmas.

All of our travelers arrived safely.

Tomorrow there will be more food and catching up and definitely at least one game of Settlers of Catan.

Tomorrow there will be homemade apple pies and butter-soaked rolls.

If I stop writing now and stop retrospecting so hard, I won’t feel sad about some things that are too hard to explain anyway.

Did I mention my green beans were tasty and the family enjoyed them??

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Friday Five is a little early this week and asks:

Santa makes his big ride tomorrow night and I am sure there are some things you have asked him for …or maybe one of his elves….so why not list FIVE things you”ve hinted for this year and be sure to leave your link so we can see what you want Santa to bring you this Christmas!

Well, I don’t really have to hint, thanks to Amazon wish lists and family members who ask for lists and a hubby and sister who know me pretty well.  What are on these lists?  Or what am I asking for from Santa in my secret heart of hearts?

1.  I have the standard of books and music and movies.  Can’t go wrong with books and music.  A couple goodies like the latest Fable comic book trade paperback and maybe the new Barbara Kingsolver book. Hey Santa, I’ll even read your autobiography if you give it to me.  I hear it’s good.

2.  Clothes.  Every time I think about going out to get something for myself, I manage to talk myself out of the expense.  The good thing is – since I work from home and don’t have to bother with office meetings and client meetings and the general guidelines of professionalism, I don’t really need nice clothes.  Or anything more than a few pairs of shorts and tank tops, which I already own.  But you know, every once in a while when I want to go out to dinner with Sweetie or when I’m in California to see friends, it would be awfully nice to have something new to wear.  I admit it.  I’d like it.  Points for honesty, Santa?

3.  A new Sonicare.  It’s so unexciting, I didn’t ask for it from anybody.  But I need a new one and haven’t been willing to spend the money yet.  Santa, you’re a friend of the ADA, aren’t you?

4.  New low fares directly from California to Maui.  Alaska Airlines has been making a big deal about some new routes.  It would be nice if they offered, or caused other airlines to offer, lower rates.  I already know of three weddings Sweetie and I will be attending in California next year.  I don’t know if or when we’ll be moving back to the mainland in 2010.  C’mon Santa!! If you and your sleigh can circumnavigate the globe in one night, surely you can lend a reindeer or two to travelers in need?

5.  More work for 2010.  Not something my family and friends can gift to me.  I am very much hoping that the economy picks up in 2010, for myself and many other people I have spoken to this year.  If for no other reason that I think the new word “funemployed” has been much much overused this year.  Do you have any idea how many people in the San Francisco Bay area are “Funemployed?” I think I have learned some valuable lessons this year about saving money and cutting expenses and being creative and making do with what I have.  I think I can happily carry these lessons forward even without the stress of it being mandatory.  Spread the work to your elves, Santa.  Take a load off and relax until next year!

You can join in Friday Five this week over HERE

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Tired rambles

This is one of those non-entries, as it is late tonight and my throat is screaming mad – about 165-percent above my normal painful chronic ouch.  I’m sitting here with half a cup of Theraflu – not because I really think I am getting sick but just to try and sooth my throat for a few minutes so I can sleep.  Have I mentioned I get grumpy when I don’t feel well?

Today was a good day.  Packed my bags, woke up early, picked up Sweetie at the airport and drove to his mom’s.  Hooray!  Nice to have his company again.  We spent the evening with his old college pals, a couple of whom we have not seen since our wedding.  We were treated to a scrumptious feast that included homemade kalua pork, roasted veggies, Korean BBQ beef and brownies for dessert.  I had at least two helpings of everything and could have easily had two more helpings of the beef but didn’t want to empty the serving dish before our awesome hostess even had seconds.  Urp.  

Tomorrow is big food shopping day.  This year we are spending Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and the day after Christmas with Sweetie’s family.  Which means several meals have been planned out for 12 to 16 or 17 people.  Everyone has something to buy, which cuts down the work for any one person.  But there is still a lot to buy and prep.  We’ll go to Costco in the morning then  drive to Sweetie’s Grandfather’s house to take him shopping.  Somewhere, somehow, I also have to get some work hours in.  Because – wouldn’t you know – after having basically no work for the last month, I now have a work product due right after Christmas.  Ho Ho Ho.  Grump.  Grump.

And with that – I am diving under the electric blanket.  Sorry for the non-entry.  Hope you all are staying warm.

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The Underappreciation of Stoicism

Ahh, the poor stoics of the world. 

They don’t get much attention in comparison to many others.  The whiners of the world complain loudly and bitterly and many people feel bad for them often and annoyed by them on occasion.  The truly depressed cause people to worry about them, sometimes more so when they are quiet and go into retreat mode.  The angerballs have no problem venting and diverting attention to themselves.  Even the chronically happy are duly noted and either praised or scorned.  Loudly.

But the stoics?  The ones who rarely get overly happy and excited during the good times?  The ones whose complaints during bad times are barely a blip on the radar?  Who talks about them?

I think about this as I stay with my mom and remind myself of some of her ways.  Now, it is true that she has never been a patient woman.  When I was a child, I dreaded the annual (yeah – we only did this once a year) trip for new shoes with my mother because unless I miraculously both fit into and loved the first pair of shoes I tried on, I was subject to some vocal complaints and downright huffiness.  And yes, she does have a couple of chronic ailments – her bad feet probably being the most painful for her.  But, put aside her impatience and anything directly related to that and what do I see?  A very stoic woman. 

When I think about her ability to put up with discomfort, I am impressed.  She just doesn’t like to be down for the count.  She will get pneumonia and then try to get back to work as soon as possible until ordered home by the HR watchdogs.  Walk into the living room after her nephew accidently breaks one of the few delicate things she has on display?  She tells him it is ok and proceeds to clean it up.  Live alone after Dad dies?  She tells me she is not lonely and is doing ok (mostly, I think, because Big Sis and her family are so close).  She may mention her foot pain right after she gets home from work after standing on her feet all day, but she doesn’t spend all her time moaning about it. 

OK, so she told me she screamed and cursed pretty loudly when she dislocated her shoulder and had to be driven to the emergency room by my Big Bro.  Cause, hey — dis.located.shoulder! Anything milder than that and barely a peep from her. 

I thought about myself the other day and how I spend about five minutes in the company of my old co-worker and already I’m whining about my lower back pain.  How I can be vocal about the less-than-stellar things going on in my life.  And I think how long and loudly I lament any sickness that causes pain and discomfort.  Goodness know Sweetie probably wants to spike my soup with NyQuil to get me to shut up.  And I wish I could be more like my mom in that regard.  Less with the whining.  More with the moving on.  Less with the worrying and more with the action.   

How many people praise the stoics?  How many check up on them on a regular basis?  How many really appreciate their nature given the amount of energy we expend on the more dramatic people in our lives?   They are the unsung heroes of the friend and family trees.  They shouldn’t have to jump up and down for attention.  And it shouldn’t be so hard for the rest of us to emulate them a little more.  I’m not talking about repressing feelings or tuning out.  I think that I am not talking so much about stoicism as “indifference” but more as the Stoics themselves practised their philosophy.  From Wikipedia (hush, this isn’t a scientific paper, I can cite wikipedia):

Stoicism was a school of Hellenistic philosophy founded in Athens by Zeno of Citium  in the early 3rd century BC. The Stoics considered destructive emotions to be the result of errors in judgment, and that a sage, or person of “moral and intellectual perfection,” would not undergo such emotions.  Stoics were concerned with the active relationship between cosmic determinism and human freedom, and the belief that it is virtuous to maintain a will (called prohairesis) that is in accord with nature. Because of this, the Stoics presented their philosophy as a way of life, and they thought that the best indication of an individual’s philosophy was not what a person said but how he behaved.

That doesn’t sound too bad, does it?  Am I missing something?  Maybe a philosopher or historian can enlighten me.  All I know is, I admire my mom greatly.  I just need to remember to tell her more often.

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I ventured out today for some Christmas shopping.  Yes, all those people who converged on malls and stores this weekend who I was making fun of Friday night?  That was me today.  Amazon has served me pretty well but there are still some outstanding items on my list.  I checked it twice.  So out I went today because really, if you are going to leave the house to go shopping amid crowds of people, you need to make sure you pick a cold, wet, miserable day to do it.

I”m driving Sweetie’s car.  Though I suppose I should identify it as “our” car since we are married.  But this car has been in Sweetie’s life waaaaaaay longer than I have and he usually leaves it as his mom’s house in California.  Last time we were here he paid for the registration and I took it in for a smog check.  I called my mom-in-law a couple of weeks ago to see if the registration sticker came to her house.  Nope.  She had not seen it.  I bugged Sweetie to check on it.  He bugged me to check on it.  I bugged him some more (yes, we go through this routine quite a lot).  He checked on it and got an e-mail confirmation the registration material is on the way.  Mom-in-law promptly mailed it to me. 

I was driving the car around last week worrying about my lack of sticker.  I wondered it CHP (California Highway Patrol) officers would pull someone over merely for a lack of current sticker.  Surely they have more important reasons to pull people over and if you happen to have out-of-date registration – well, then you may get an additional ticket for that.

Well, guess what?

Yes, on my oh-so-jolly adventure through the bleak haze, I saw today behind me – flashing blue and red lights amidst the grey. 

“Hells bells and arggghhh!” And “Where is there a shoulder to pull over on?”  And “F! me, I tried to slow down when I saw there was a CHP car behind me and I do *not* need this, and we so much CANNOT afford a ticket right now and WHY ME?”

And………..heyyyyyyyy……*mindflash!*……….I have my reg sticker!  I threw the contents of the envelope from my MIL straight into the glove compartment so that I wouldn’t forget about it.  Then I forgot about it.

I pulled onto the shoulder and dove across the front seats to open the glove compartment (Why do we still call them glove compartments?  Does anyone store gloves there?  Do people call it something different these days?).  I pulled out the paperwork, rolled down my window and put on my most sheepish smile. 

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“uhhhhh….because I was going 10 miles over the speed limit?”  No! Don’t say that out loud.  Look sheepish and keep your mouth shut.

“Your registration is expired.”

“Oh officer!  This is so embarrassing!  I’ve had it right here in the car (for only a few days not the extra couple of months it needed to be here but I’ll keep my mouth shut about that also).  And I just keep forgetting to put it on!”

I was going to say something about the fact that my husband would be so upset with me, but really? – Sweetie doesn’t get upset about that sort of thing.  And hell if I’m going to come across as a browbeaten wife even if it does get me out of a ticket. 

I just smiled and waved my sticker at him.

“OK, can I see your license and insurance?”

Thank goodness I remembered to throw the latest insurance card in Sweetie’s car also.

He grabbed my license and the car insurance paperwork and wrote something down on a pad of paper.  He walked around to the front of the car. 

And then, what does the CHP officer do?  On this dreary cold day with the gray skies and spitting clouds and frigid air?  He walks around to the back of the car and PUTS THE STICKER ON FOR ME.  He walks back to the passenger side window and hands me a clump of sticky foil and tells me he scraped the old ones off because the new sticker probably wouldn’t stick, there were so many old ones still on.  Then, he tells me to wait until it is safe and pull back out into traffic. 

End of story.  Have a nice day.  No mention of my speed.  No lecture about letting my reg sticker sit in my glove compartment.  He does me a favor and sends me off on my way.  I couldn’t stop grinning at him as I flustered my way through a “Thank you!”  Really?  That’s it?!  I was at least expecting a lecture. 

Probably standard procedure when someone actually has a new reg sticker.  Or maybe not.  Maybe this guy had an extra bit of the holiday spirit in him today.   And after that encounter, I did too.   Who’d a thunk it?

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Pictures are my memory

It is reasonable to say that, young as I am, I suffer greatly from C.R.S. (can’t remember, well you know).  The more information I stuff into my brain, the greater the flow of facts, memories, and information back out.  Not an uncommon ailment.  When it comes time to send out the end-of-the-year Christmas letter, I rely completely on my pictures from the year.  There they sit on my computer – in folders for each month of the year.  I click through, take notes, and slap together a summary of sorts.  Based almost solely on my digital record of the year and not on my personal recollection.  Apologies to anyone and anything that had a significant role in my year but didn’t manage to get captured by my camera. I probably left you out.  Journals and blogs serve a similar function but scrolling through pictures is more fun.

Most of the details of my blog yesterday came courtesy of pictures.  I had some images in my mind and specific recollections of moments during that day.  The pictures provided the rest of the details.  So I thought I would provide a few more pictures today since they served me so well. 

Enjoy, a hike on the Rigi Part 2, so to speak.

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