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The Two Sentence Reader and …

Time once more for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Challenge. This week’s prompts are:

1.) Grab your current read. Let the book fall open to a random page and share two “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.
(inspired by Heather)

2.) What do you aspire to be?
(Inspired by The White House)

3.) Share a piece of unsolicited parenting advice…only I’m soliciting it.

4.) Tell us about your blogline…how long have you been blogging, when did you start, what were/are your goals for your blog, etc.
(inspired by Corn)

5.) If you had 5000 dollars to give away or donate to a charity…explain what you would do with it and why.
(inspired by Hallie’s letter)

So without further ado, lets start writing!

#1) My current read teasers. I am reading three books this week. The first is a reread of Alan Dean Foster’s Spellsinger’s Scherzo. The second is Vicki Pettersson’s The Scent of Shadows. The third is Lisa Randall’s Warped Passages.

Spellsinger’s Scherzo: He wasn’t feeling very optimistic as they led him back down into the bowels of the Quorumate, down below the water line and into the dungeons again. Somehow he had to regain possession of his duar.

The Scent of Shadows: And I forgot, or told myself I forgot, about the child. It also became important for me to escape Xavier’s gilded cage, …

Warped Passages: Although the German astronomer Karl Schwarzchild discovered that black holes were a consequence of Einstein’s equations almost immediately after general relativity’s development, it was not until the 1960s that physicists took seriously the idea that they could be real things in our universe. Today, black holes are well accepted in the astrophysical community.

#2) What I aspire to be. That is a good question. The short answer is the best me I can be. That begs the question since it leaves unanswered “What am I? What do I hope to be?”. Those are questions that I could write page after page in an attempt  to answer completely. But, fortunately for me, I have a wise and good friend from the days of high school who has always proclaimed that all he wants to be is a wise and good human being. It seems to me that this is a good aspiration for me as well. Reaching for wise and good works no matter what phase your life is in, works with most religions (satanism might be hard to work into good human being), and results in a caring and forthright person. I don’t think there is any higher goal that one can aspire to than to be wise and good, so that is what I’ll go with.

#3) Parenting Advice. Be ready for the fiery changeability of the teenage years (not to mention the mental lapses and the conviction you are an idiot, especially on their part). And store up all the hugs and hand holds you can while they are young, because, when they get older, those physical expressions of love become rare.

#4) My blogline. I started blogging 244 posts ago, on Septemember 25, 2008. I have explained my reasons for starting a blog before in this post. To briefly recap, I started a blog because I needed to get back into the habit of writing something other than technical documents. So this blog is a place for me to practice writing and to attempt to express my thoughts in a coherent form. My goal was to once again reach that place where my writing could flow with my thought processes and not be a laborious effort. To that end, I try to blitz this beast out and not take proof reading too seriously. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but writing has become easier for me to do.

#5) My charity donation(s). This is the hardest question for me to answer. There are so many good possibilities that it boggles the mind to decide. I’m going to restrict the possible donees to groups that are active locally and who benefit the local community. With that in mind, I come up with two groups that top my list.

The first group is Cooperating Ministries. They made an appearance on this blog here. This is the organization created by the local churches here to coordinate supplying people in need with essentials. They run a food bank, clothing bank, supply emergency housing for those caught without housing, and other services. They also coordinate a large volunteer force that makes charity in this neck of the woods function. They also do thanksgiving baskets for the needy along with many other efforts. We (municipal government) support them as well.

The second group made a brief appearance on this blog here. They are the Blue Skies Theraputic Riding Club. They supply free riding experiences to those who are handicapped or differently abled. Someone who has very little control over their own body, either due to birth defect or injury or disease, can gain tremendous self confidence and sense of purpose by being in control of hundreds of pounds of horse. For many, it is the first taste of non-mechanical motion in their lives. Blue Skies maintains specially trained horses and a controlled riding area, once again with a crew of volunteers. If you haven’t seen this type of theraphy in action, look for a local group in your area. It is amazing to see.

If I had to choose a national organization, it would be the Salvation Army. It just seems to me that while other organizations are still twiddling their thumbs, the Salvation Army is already there and helping. I’ve never had a bad experience with the Salvation Army – something that I cannot say about a number of other national charities.

Bonus: Thursday marks the graduation of L’s and my niece from high school in far away Connecticut. Congratulations Sarah! (We’ll see if she spots this all the way down here. She is another of those infamous silent readers.)

The Mind Is The First ….

They always say that the mind is the first thing to go. Maybe that is true.

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the grocery store with peanut butter on my list. I have very clear memories of standing before the peanut butter display and reaching for the jar of Skippy that was my choice. However, at that point a family friend walked up and started talking. After 30 minutes or so, I continued on with my grocery shopping. I came home and put up my groceries, then took Mom’s groceries over to her house. Never thought a thing about it.

Last week I decided to pull out the peanut butter. I looked on the shelf in the pantry where the nearly defunct jar resides and there was no shiny new companion beside it. Since I could so clearly remember the peanut butter from the previous shopping trip, I decided I must have put it somewhere else. I searched the shelves, but no Skippy appeared. So then I decided that I must have left it at Mom’s house when I dropped off her groceries.

I called Mom and asked “Did I perchance leave a jar of Skippy when I delivered your groceries?”

Her answer was short and sweet: “No.”

After further pondering, I came to the possibility that L had taken the Skippy up to the mountains with her. There is no logical reason for that to have happened, especially since I am a smooth peanut butter fan and L is a chunky kind of gal. (Can you tell I was really grasping at the straws of sanity here?)

I called L and asked “Did you happen to abscond with a jar of peanut butter last weekend?”

Her answer echoed Mom’s. Perhaps even terser a bit more emphatic.

At this point I was slowly coming to the fuzzy conclusion that I must not have purchased the missing Skippy. It bothered me that I had so vivid a memory of picking up the jar of peanut butter but that I evidently had not purchased it. So I pondered some more on whether I had indeed purchased the peanut butter. The pondering left me confused and as I had already disposed of the store reciept, there was no way of telling if I had indeed bought the Skippy. I finally convinced myself that the distraction of visiting with the friend must have led me to not put the peanut butter in my grocery cart. But then why had I crossed it off my list?

So when I went to the store last weekend, I bought a jar of peanut butter. And when I dropped Mom’s groceries off, she called me a bit later to tell me I had left my Trident gum with her groceries. (Of course both she and L were up for razzing me at every opportunity about losing my mind.) But that I already knew about the gum since I remembered the bag it was in that I left with Mom’s groceries as soon as I got home. This time when I unpacked my groceries, I put the peanut butter right beside the nearly empty jar in the pantry. Just to be sure.

Fast forward to last night. I opened the cabinet where I keep the cereal and some paper goods. And as I looked up to the top shelf well above my head where I never before have ever put peanut butter, I saw what looked to be a jar of peanut butter.

Low and behold, it was my missing jar of Skippy. (Pay no attention to the smiling pig paper plate. I know how it got there.) So now I have a bit of extra peanut butter and some faith that I am not totally losing my mind. I did indeed buy the peanut butter the first time, I just didn’t remember where I put it. Does that count as half a mind lost?

I’ll leave it up to you – is my mind gone yet?

What Is She Thinking?

Last night, as the thunderstorms moved through, Molly was a quivering scaredy dog, sitting with her head on my lap through supper and the hours after while the thunder claps boomed out. She was unwilling to get more than a couple of inches from me as I moved around the house. I felt a lot like I had a needy two year old tot on my hands. {*grin*} Molly eventually fell asleep at my feet in the office, jumping up ready to follow anytime she though I might be about to move. She finally deigned to go outside for her nightly ablutions around 11:30pm, but only after I stepped out with her.

This morning saw Molly transformed into an independent lady. With no thunderstorms in the area, she couldn’t wait to get out into the yard. She sat on the patio looking out into the yard, waiting for the appearance of either a squirrel or the birds. She had no desire to come back in the house for breakfast, she was busy! As she sat there regally scanning her domain, I wondered what she might be thinking. What do you think?

(Sorry about the picture through the window screen, but you get the idea.) She lays/sits there on the patio with her head on a swivel, scanning her yard, just waiting for something to need herding.  When she thinks she has spotted something, she jumps up and sprints for the closest place to jump up and try to herd the airborne miscreant. Even after all this time, she still hasn’t caught on that she cannot jump high enough to reach the flying birds overhead nor the squirrels running on the suspended cable wires. So after a bit, she resorts to stealth and attempts to sneak up on the marauders.

(What you can’t see is the squirrel on the trunk of the tree opposite Molly.) At that point she will do a standing jump vertically and clear even the white fence in height. Doesn’t do her any good, because the squirrels just scamper up the pine tree, out on the branch, and then onto the cable wires. There they will sit and taunt her. They wait until she has quit jumping and barking and then they throw pinecones down at her. That starts the whole process over again and it repeats until all parties call for a break and a snooze in the sun. The rules of the game seem to be understood by both sides, because when Molly does manage to catch a squirrel on the ground, she waits for it to get back up the tree before persuing. Likewise the squirrels always seem to end up with pinecones to throw down at Molly.

The other day, there was a young squirrel that obviously didn’t understand this game that started crawling down the utility pole head first while Molly was standing and jumping and barking at the base. The squirrel would come down to within a few inches of the apex of where Molly was leaping, then wait for Molly to make an all out effort for a taller leap. Just as Molly would leap, the squirrel would reverse field and run up the pole. This cycled on and on for nearly 45 minutes until I called Molly in and the momma squirrel started chittering like mad at the young squirrel. I suspect I know what the momma squirrel was saying. It undoubtedly involved phrases like “be careful” and “don’t go down that pole” and probably ended with “don’t do that again”. All I asked Molly was if she was satisfied now. She just grinned at me.

So what do you thing Molly was thinking? What do you think the momma squirrel had to say?

The Joy of Youth

Time once more for

I had the privilege of being interviewed today by three twenty-somethings participating in the CU Denver Medical School rural experience program: a first year medical student, a P.A. student, and a graduate nurse working on her doctorate in psychology. In their honor I give you

Five Great Things About Being A Twenty-something

  • You have boundless enthusiasm and energy
  • You believe that all things are possible
  • You have the glowing spark of idealism shining in your eyes
  • You believe that life and the universe treat all fairly
  • You are willing to give all that you have in service to strangers without a second thought

Writer’s Assortment

Time once more for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Challenge. This week the prompts are:

1.) Describe something someone has done to make you feel special.
(inspired by Le Poppy Design)

2.)Name your current addiction…we can get through this together.
(inspired by Lula)

3.) What have you been busy doing that’s keeping you from updating your blog? How hard is it for you to get back into the swing of blogging when you take time off?
(inspired by Sera)

4.) Write a letter.
(inspired by eyegirl)

5.) Where would you like to be?
(inspired by T.J.)

So off to the races we go!

#1) This one is both easy and hard. It is easy because there are so many things that so many people have done that make me feel special. It is hard because I need to pick just one effort to wax rhapsodic about. I’ll go with an event from several years ago in my first year of being mayor. My birthday fell on the night of a city council meeting. Unbeknownst to me, L and the Son arranged with the city hall employees so that L and the Son could bring and serve cake at the meeting in honor of my birthday. That made me feel special that they would take the time and make that kind of effort to make sure my birthday was special.

I’ve always felt that the true test of love is not what you do for each other when times are good, it is how you treat one another when times are bad. It can be easy to do something special for someone you love when all is coming up roses, but it is a lot harder when it seems like life has decided it is your turn in the septic tank. L and I have been through both good times and bad, but it is nice to have all the memories of good times like the above to cherish when times are bad.

#2) Way back in January when this was last a topic, I replied with this. Now I’m not sure I have a current addiction. Basically things are so fragmented and helter skelter right now that concentrating on only one thing for long is out the window. (Maybe I can claim the chasing and swatting of Miller moths is my current obsession. Yeah, that’s it!)

#3) Nothing. I have been pretty regular in posting something during the week. I have missed some weekends and a few days when the schedule prevented me from getting to the computer. I don’t know that I can really answer how hard it is for me to get back into the swing of blogging – I haven’t been gone long enough to need to work on getting back into the swing of things. My problem tends to be that I have all these topics I’d like to write about or that I think are interesting, but the resulting article would be way too long to put up as a blog entry. Call it diarrhea of the mind and typing fingers if you will.

#4) Here it is:

Dear Ms. Salesperson:


I appreciated your cheerful insistence on talking to me today with that “important news” about better online storage strategies, but I did not care for the way you ignored my protestations of “Not interested!” and “Goodbye!” I especially did not care for the fact that you felt compelled to call me back after I pointedly hung up the telephone. It would seem that me telling you that I am not interested should be enough for you to cease and desist. Since it wasn’t and you called to interrupt me yet again, I am taking the time to write you this letter.



Because of your ill-mannered and ill-considered actions, I will never consider the purchase of any product from you or XYZ, Inc. The lack of consideration for purchase will also extend to any of my clients who seek my opinion on the products of XYZ, Inc.


I hope you will share this letter with your supervisor and the president of XYZ, Inc. I have taken the liberty of assisting you in sharing by sending them a copy of this letter for their files under separate cover.

Sincerely,


My Real Name

#5) I can think of several places I’d like to be right now. Hawaii sounds nice. I haven’t been there in years. Likewise the mountains with L also sounds good. But the one place I’d really like to be right now is bed. Especially given that today started at 4:30am and ended with a meeting that finished just a bit ago, included doing the radio show, meeting with Senator Udall’s staff, doing therapy with XXX, answering a few looney phone calls, and enduring a splitting headache (weather and blood sugar induced).