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Thursday, December 03, 2020
Thursday Thirteen - #685
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Wednesday, December 02, 2020
Night Moves
The cosmos really is quite colorful, isn't it?
The first photo is of the full moon through the trees. The second is a long exposure star-trail. The white streak in the middle of the photo is the moon rising up.
I like how the star trails are different colors, white, yellow, blue, greenish. It's rather amazing.
Monday, November 30, 2020
Pandemic Journal - Day 255
Thanksgiving passed quietly here. We had no company and I sent my mother-in-law a plate. She did not complain about eating alone after having had to quarantine because she'd been to church with someone who a day later tested positive for Covid.
Also, a cousin close by has Covid, so we are all being careful and trying not to fall over one another. Not that we would, but now it seems even more incumbent upon us all to be careful.
I know people are being careful. I also know people are not being careful. Those are the ones I worry about. Then there is the decision about what "careful" entails. I am not going into the stores - but I will have to go into the pharmacy late next week to pick up my medications. The store I use doesn't have a drive-thru. While we are mostly doing food pick ups now - I call it adventure shopping - sometimes one of us has to go into a store.
My chiropractor is not seeing me now except in emergencies, at my request. I do better when I see her regularly, but I will have to get by as best I can. I am still having back issues and trouble playing the guitar, which is frustrating. I pulled out my little guitelele (which is like a six-string ukulele) and have been playing that. However, I put new strings on it and the thing simply will not stay in tune long.
Then there's the question of haircuts. I haven't had one in six weeks. I am contemplating one final trip to the hairdresser for this year and asking for a short cut. The woman I have decided to use assured me she could make me her first customer of the day and get me in and out in 20 minutes. We'd both be masked. No one else would be in her shop.
I do not speak often of how I feel about the pandemic and the things going on me. Not on a deep level, anyway. I am most fretted by my inability to simply pick up and go - make a stop at Walmart, for example. I haven't been in a Walmart since this started. Or go to the bookstore. I did not, as a rule, regularly visit people, but I did stop in and check on my mother-in-law and now I don't do that. My husband checks on her. This concerns me because he is a guy and they don't always get the hint that something needs to be fixed or changed.
People who do not take this seriously frustrate me. Yes, I know the survival rate is 98%. That means that two people out of every 100 people you know will die. Which two are you willing to sacrifice? Go to your Facebook page and look at all of those people who are Facebook friends with you. Which two do you want to see dead simply because you won't wear a mask or wash your hands, or stay home for the holidays? Odds are good that two of them will die. Will it be your fault?
Obviously, people don't think like that. I think like that, but it's an established fact that I'm not the normal sort of person and never have been. This is not a bad thing - it would be a boring world if we were all alike.
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Sunday Stealing
2. What is your relationship with food like?
3. What was the last time you had fun that made you smile for a few days?
5. What inspires you to be healthier?
6. Name two foods that you think are “bad."
7. Are your expectations for yourself too high?
8. Would you like more fun in your life?
9. What is your one comfort food?
10. How would you give someone encouragement?
11. Do you get enough sleep?
12. What activities make you feel more relaxed?
13. Where do you need to practice forgiveness in your life?
14. What is one thing you have not done because of how you looked?
15. What would you like more of in your life?
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Saturday 9: Black
Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.
1) This song was chosen because yesterday was Black Friday, the traditional day of sales. Have you begun your Christmas shopping?
2) Was there an adult beverage served with your Thanksgiving feast?
3) Did any pets enjoy scraps from your Thanksgiving table?
4) Are there any Thanksgiving leftovers in your refrigerator right now?
5) Football is a popular Thanksgiving weekend pastime. Will you be watching any games over the next few days? If yes, which team(s) are you rooting for?
8) In 2016, David Bowie died. Do you have a favorite Bowie song?
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Thursday, November 26, 2020
Thursday Thirteen - Happy Thanksgiving!
| This picture makes me hear the theme to Buffy the Vampire Slayer in my head. |
| Pretty little five-point buck. He had a wide rack. |
| A deer and a wild turkey. |
| Red-headed woodpecker. |
| The bandit squirrel doing a thorough job of self-cleansing. |
| And then a long stretch on the side of the tree. Squirrel yoga, maybe? |
| Run turkey! Run! |
| And a partridge in a pear tree. Not really. I think they're doves. |
| The woodpecker again. |
| Old Mother Hubbard taking a nap. |
| Deer tail. |
| Lastly, some kind of finch I think. I am still not up on my birds yet. |
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Wednesday, November 25, 2020
My Music Teacher
I learned that my elementary school music teacher passed away recently. Her name was Mrs. Tingler, and she taught music from the time I was at Breckinridge Elementary School until I left there in sixth grade.
She did not instill my love of music in me - that honor belongs to my father, who has always sang and played the guitar. But she did impress me with the variety of music available, and opened my eyes to many different types of instruments.
She would bring in drums, bongos, triangles, recorders, tambourines, and other such instruments and hand them out to students to play.
Some of my favorite songs we sang were Senor Don Gato, a song about a cat, and Goodbye, Old Paint, a song about an old pony. Sometimes I call my husband "Old Paint," and he always looks at me funny when I do that.
Once Mrs. Tingler took me and another student to other elementary schools to sing. I also played the flute during the songs. The only song I recall that we sang was Morning Has Broken, but I know there were others. It was a big deal to be pulled from class to go around to other schools, riding in Mrs. Tingler's car from place to place.
A while back, I connected with Mrs. Tingler on Facebook and was able to thank her for her influence in my life. I am glad I was able to do that.
I don't know if students still have music at the elementary school level, what with the focus on STEM learning and teaching to tests. But hearing the sounds of young folks playing instruments and lifting their voices in song has to be one of the greatest delights of life.
I hope every young student has a Mrs. Tingler in his or her life at some point.
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Birds on the Wire
A chickadee and a tufted titmouse hang out on the steel wire we used to hand the bird feeder. The feeder, by the way, is about 15 feet above ground, on a pully. I have to pull it up and down to fill it.
It's on a PVC pole that supposedly the squirrels can't climb. So far I haven't seen them trying to get into the feeder, although I have noticed that the squirrels and turkeys both like the seeds that spill from the feeder.
Pandemic Journal - Day 249
Monday, November 23, 2020
Sunday, November 22, 2020
Sunday Stealing
2. What’s your favorite family tradition?
3. What’s your favorite way to give back and help others?
4. Name one person who can make you laugh, even months later. Why?
5. What is the funniest thing you remember about a Thanksgiving past?
6. Do you have any unusual traditions, rituals or habits around Thanksgiving?
7. What time do you eat your Thanksgiving meal?
8. Name one ancestor that you think about on Thanksgiving and tell us why.
9. Is there a family heirloom at the Thanksgiving table? What its story?
10. What is your favorite part about Thanksgiving Day?
11. What is something that was done for you this year that makes you grateful this Thanksgiving?
13. How has the celebration of Thanksgiving today changed from when you were little?
14. If you could share Thanksgiving dinner today with one person in history who would it be? Why? (Note: it can be a relative)
15. What is one wish you have for the next generation as they begin to establish their own Thanksgiving traditions?
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Saturday, November 21, 2020
Saturday 9: Walking on Broken Glass
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Friday, November 20, 2020
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Thursday Thirteen
The other day one of my professors posted that she had written "just" 32 novels - and that she was now removing herself from the "just" society. Thirty-two novels is quite an accomplishment, but it was "just" mass market paperbacks, or ghostwriting, or whatever.
This made me think how that one four-letter word needs to be removed from every description of ourselves. Because we're not "just" a human being. We're all human beings. We're each as important as the other, from the beggar in the street to the man who would be king. It's also a matter of self worth. I'm not just Anita. I'm Anita.
1. I'm not just a woman. I am A WOMAN. (I can roar, too.)
2. I'm not just a writer. I am A WRITER.
3. I'm not just a wife. I am a WIFE.
4. I'm not just a lover. I am a LOVER.
5. I'm not just my father's daughter. I am MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER. (His only one, too.)
6. I'm not just a sister. I am MY BROTHER'S SISTER. (His only one, too.)
7. I'm not just a poet. I am A POET.
8. I'm not just a friend. I am a FRIEND. A pretty special one, to some people.
9. I'm not just a news reporter. I am a NEWS REPORTER.
10. I'm not just the recipient of three colleges degrees. I have THREE COLLEGE DEGREES.
11. I'm not just the chief cook and bottle washer around here. I am THE CHIEF COOK AND BOTTLE WASHER!
12. I'm not just a blogger. I am a BLOGGER.
13. I'm not just a video gamer. I am a VIDEO GAMER.
That's actually empowering. I'm going to remove that word from everything!
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Wednesday, November 18, 2020
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Sunday, November 15, 2020
Sunday Stealing
2. Something related to travel.
3. Someplace people gather
4. Something cold/frozen
5. Something with a hole in it.
6. Something striped
7. An animal.
8. Something cute.
9. A food.
10. Something warm
| The sun during the 2017 eclipse. |
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