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“I’m Melting!” July 28, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Nature, Books & Movies, Art & Photography.
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Chasing Ice is a fascinating look, via time lapse photography, at the rate glaciers are melting in Iceland, Greenland, Alaska, and Montana.

Some of the footage is beyond beautiful, especially the nightscapes that capture the juxtaposition of Earth, Air, Sky, and Water.

Those that deny that climate change is happening may change their tune after watching this film.

One Shell Oil Executive did.

He jumped over the chasm from denying climate change to working for solutions.

It’s not about saving the planet.  The planet will survive.

It’s about whether we’ll be here to witness it.

Aah . . . that’s better!

For more information:  Extreme Ice Survey

Am I Showing My Age Bias? July 27, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Health & Wellness, Humor, Mindfulness.
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The-Pink-PantherPoets and Writers sent the following Fiction Prompt a few days ago:

Some people slow down in their golden years, taking it easy and enjoying the family and friends gathered around them in the comfort of their community, while others try to continue to live like their younger selves.  

This week, write a story about an older person who still has the mindset and physical stamina of a twenty-something. How does this affect her interactions with her peers? What are her secrets? Is she one of those people who wishes to live forever, or does she simply make a habit of staying healthy?

Think about how a person’s biological age and true age are related and what happens when they are in conflict.

As I read “what are her secrets,” I sensed a dose of age bias on the prompter’s part ~ an unspoken message that continuing to “live like [our] younger selves” should be the goal of our golden years.

Why?  Wasn’t that the job of our younger selves?

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What’s wrong with slowing down and taking it easy, while enjoying family, friends, the comfort of community . . . and the occasional cigar?

Do we need to head to the clubs for drinking, dancing, and revelry on Friday and Saturday nights, staying out ’til the cock crows, in order to crow about it to our peers?

Is there a continued benefit to waking with hung-over head on Saturday and Sunday mornings?  If so, I missed the memo.

I am delighted I no longer have the mindset of a twenty-something.  At that age, I was not nearly as content as I am these days.

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There’s a line in Desiderata that I love:  “Take kindly the counsel of years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.”

I agree with that sentiment . . . One Hundred Percent!

The daily decisions I face are made with accumulated wisdom.  I can’t think of a single one my present self would defer to my twenty-something self . . . not on matters of fashion, food, movies, books, bars, clubs, or how to spend my leisure time.

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That said, having the physical stamina of a twenty-something would rock!

Aah . . . that’s better!

If you knew an “older person” with the mindset of a twenty-something, would you want to know his secret?

Or would you encourage him to get counseling?

Don’t Mess With Nuns July 26, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Fun & Games, Humor, Joke, Life Lessons.
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Wikipedia ~ Saint Scholastica

A private Catholic school faced a unique problem.

A number of 12-year-old girls had started using lipstick.  After putting it on, they would press their lips to the bathroom mirror, leaving dozens of little lip prints.

Every night the maintenance man removed them; the next day the girls put them back.

Sister Mary decided something had to be done.

She called the girls to the bathroom and explained that the lip prints caused extra work for the custodian, who had to clean the mirrors.

The girls yawned.

To press her point home,  Sister Mary asked the maintenance man to show the girls the effort required to clean the mirrors each night.

He took a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror.

Problem solved!

There are teachers and there are educators!

Don’t mess with nuns, they are wicked smart!

Aah . . . that’s better!

E-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)

A One-Of-A-Kind You! July 25, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Fun & Games, Happiness, Humor, Special Events.
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monkeysAnother year older?
You ought to be proud
You ought to get boisterous,
noistrous, and loud!

Just think of the things
you know how to do
The sorts of things no one
can do except you

Your brain’s full of wherefores
and who’s whos and whys.
You think someone else
has tried the same tries?

You’re one of a kind,
you’re uncommonly rare
You can’t be replaced
’cause there isn’t a spare

Okay, you’re another year older, it’s true . . .
But how many people
can say they are YOU?!

No one, that’s who!

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  Hallmark Dr. Seuss Card (sent by Betsy L.)

This is the other side of the coin from yesterday’s post.  You may not have a grand and glorious purpose to serve, but you do have a “job” to do.

Just Be . . . YOU!

Who’s Pulling Our Strings? July 24, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, People, Spirit & Ego.
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What’s behind the urgent urgings?

* Hurry up.  You’ll be old, fat, and out of touch soon.

* Do now.  Do Do Do.

* Step outside your comfort zone.

* You’re expanding or contracting.

* Don’t die with your music still inside you.

Why not?

If Mozart had never been, would the world collapse in on itself?

What does it tell us about ourselves if we clothe the naked Emperor in our musings?

If I don’t share my words with the world, will they die un-uttered?

Or will the Universe find some other puppet to speak them out?

Aah . . . that’s better!

We are encouraged to believe we are, each of us, unique.  One-of-a-kind.  To what end?  To contribute to the greater good of all?

Or, perhaps, to feed our Egos.  To feel important.  To believe that we all have a grand purpose.

But do we?

 

Taste of Pine Avenue ~ Garden Project July 23, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Home & Garden, Sustainable Living.
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For a different type of community garden, check out the Taste of Pine Avenue Garden Project, featuring nutritious food grown in raised bed gardens outside shops in Anna Maria’s quaint business district:

In the garden:  Okinawa Spinach, Edible Hibiscus, Katuk, Moringa, Ethiopian Kale, Roselle, Chinese Spinach, and Seminole Pumpkin.

Aah . . . that’s better!

For Recipes, like Peanut Butter & Jelly and Katuk or Moringa Muffins:

Perfect Island ~ Growing Edibles

For more information:

ECHOnet.org * Echo’s Guide to Summertime Garden Vegetables

Related posts: The Historic Green Village

Big Brother IS Watching You! July 22, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Fun & Games, Humor, Joke, Life Balance, Mindfulness.
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2014-05-05 11-35-34_0037Do you ever get the sense that Big Brother is watching?

The sneaking suspicion that someone is recording every move you make?

Every step you take?

On your journey from Here to There.

Do you feel as if someone is peering over your shoulder?

Gauging your progress in getting from where you are to where you want to be?

Well don’t look now, but . . . you’re right!

Big

Brother

IS

Watching

You!

You’re being scrutinized like a bug under a microscope!

And while Big Brother is watching YOU . . . I’m going to make a run for it!

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Aah . . . that’s better!

Related posts:  Privacy is Dead * Privacy Risks of Smart Phones * Häagen-Dazs & Pretzel: A Fractured Fairy Tale

Tigger is . . . Ten! July 21, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Amazing Animals, Animal Welfare, Humor.
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In 2004, over the Labor Day weekend, we stopped at Sylvia’s farm stand on Deal Island to pick up a watermelon and fresh corn.

Tigger, about 6 weeks old at the time, sauntered over to say hello.

Sylvia said he’d shown up a few days earlier, without mom or siblings.  Her eight-year-old grandson, who had more cats than he could count, wanted to take Tigger home.  Sylvia encouraged us to adopt him instead.

Tigger consented to the arrangement.

We went home with fresh fruit, fresh veggies, and a fresh little ball of fluff and fur with feral feline tendencies.

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First up on the Agenda was the Name Game.  We had to figure out what to call the little guy.

That weekend, Deal Island was celebrating the Skipjack Races, as it has for years and years.  We tested Tigger with the name “Skipper.”  Not a good fit. He seemed less like a Skipper, and more like a Gilligan.  We tried “Gilligan” on for size.  Nope.  Still not right.  Then “Tigger” popped into mind!

We took it for a test drive, calling out, “Hey, Tigger!”

Tigger-BouncingTigger stopped what he was doing, stared straight at us, and began bouncing, side to side, much like a boxer warming up in the ring.

Delighted that we’d discovered his moniker, he bounced from one corner of the room to the other.

Bouncing is what Tiggers do best!

As we watched his personality and mannerisms unfold, we conjectured that he must have been adopted for a short time by a raccoon before being relinquished into Sylvia’s care:

* Tigger loved water.  As a kitten, he hopped into wet sinks and bathtubs to splash in shallow pools.  Every time he heard the toilet flush, he raced to its side to watch the vanishing tide.

* Tigger used his paws like hands.  When we tossed a treat into the air, he jumped up on hind legs to catch the treat, mid arc, with his front paws. Then, treat in hand, he used both paws to bring the morsel to his mouth.

* Instead of bringing his mouth to his food bowl, he’d fish around in the bowl, grab a piece of food, and bring it to his mouth.

He does the same thing when we play “hockey” with treats.  He reaches out with both paws, pushing the treat between them, and lifts it to his mouth.

We shoots . . . he scores!

Our curious conjecture about Tigger’s step-family seemed plausible each time a masked bandit waddled up to the sliding back door to inform us that “the bird feeders are empty and we would like some service, please!”

If any other animal had the effrontery to wander into Tigger’s territory, he chased them away!

Racoon-babyNot so with raccoons.

Instead of growling or yowling in protest, he would race to the back door and stand on his hind legs to emulate the posture of the raccoon on the other side of the glass.

His brave persona didn’t surprise us.

Tigger has always been brave around vacuum cleaners, thunder, other noisy noises, dogs, other nosy noses, and people.

Except the vet.  He dislikes the vet.  With feline intensity.

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For that reason, we opted against treating his diabetes with vet visits and insulin shots.  For the past two years, we’ve focused on “home care” and lots of loving.

But don’t get the wrong idea.  Tigger is NOT a lap cat.

If I pick him up to snuggle, he acts like a teen-aged boy who is “too old for that, mom!” He gives me about 15 seconds before he starts to wriggle and squirm to get away.

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Free-At-Last, he wanders off with a raccoonish waddle to curl up for a nap.

Because napping is what 10-year-old Tiggers do best!

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Happy 10th Birthday, Tigger!  You are Purr-Fect for us!

Aah . . . that’s better!

Related posts:  Early Consciousness (Kate Crimmons) * Tigger is Sick * Tigger is NOT Your Average Cat * Eat, Drink, and Be Hairy! * It’s Tigger Time! * Don’t Train Us . . . We’ll Train You! * Tigger Had A Busy Summer * Tigger’s End of the Year Wrap Up * Stand Your Ground * Janna’s Kitty, Cybil (Janna T. Writes)

 

 

Oh, When The Cows Come Marching In July 20, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Amazing Animals, Music & Dance, Nature.
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An impromptu Jazz concert on a Jersey hillside for a bunch of Jerseys.

No cows were harmed in the filming of this video.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Par For The Course July 19, 2014

Posted by nrhatch in Fun & Games, Happiness, Humor, Joke.
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Golf-BallThe owner of a golf course in Georgia was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help.

He called her into his office and said, “Y’all graduated from the University of Georgia and I need some help. If I wuz to give yew $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?”

The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, “Everthang but my earrings.”

Aah . . . that’s better!

Source:  e-mail from unknown author (sent by Joe M.)

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