Monday, January 20, 2014
The other day, I set out for a walk outside. I thought I would set a new speed record for myself, because I'd been working out on my treadmill.
I was making good time until I got to milepost 1.1, when a Great Blue Heron caught my eye. I had to stop and try to take a picture on my cell phone. No luck. Near the stream where the heron was fishing, there is a wetland. I have often seen Skunk Cabbage blossoms there in February, and have long wanted to see if the Cabbage blooms in January. So, I crept into the wetland and saw the first blooms of the year.
At milepost 1.9, there is a pedestrian underpass, and on the wingwall, some passerby who had found a pair of glasses left them where the owner would find them. What a kind and considerate thing to do!
Finally, at milepost 3 or so (speed record a thing of the past), I saw an Eastern Gray Squirrel that was completely black. It whisked up the tree before I could get a decent picture.
I did set a new speed record, the longest time to walk there and back again. But, sometimes you just have to stop and admire the beauty, both natural and human.
Friday, November 22, 2013
My local grocery store has the set-up that allows customers to pick up a handheld device so we can scan and bag our purchases as we are shopping, and perform our own check- out. All very modern and high-tech and impersonal.
Well! Yesterday, the kiosk where you pick up the scanner was doing nothing but showing an error message. A woman walked by the kiosk with her shopping cart and said, "Oh good, one less thing to worry about!"
I was in Helpful Mood, so I went to Customer Service and reported the problem with the kiosk. The young woman in Customer Service gave me a pleasant low-tech smile and walked over to the kiosk. I followed, expecting to see her produce a keyboard or a mouse or a stylus and get the thing running in five or six commands.
Still smiling, the woman reached underneath the screen with the error message and pulled out the power plug. She waited a bit. She plugged it back in. The screen blinked twice and displayed its customary welcome sign.
I walked away, inordinately pleased that the old turn-it-off-and-on still works in the 21st Century.
! With apologies to Douglas Adams
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Helping others is helping yourself.
I have read in books and pamphlets about the psychosocial aspects of disasters and recovery from disasters that helping others is a powerful way to help yourself recover from the disaster. So, that's why you saw the survivors of the Oklahoma City bombing going to New York after 9/11, and why our sister congregation in New Orleans has asked us to help them with mission trips to SuperStorm Sandy sites.
Overweight and obesity are not disasters, you say? Well, in any disaster, there are those who are struggling with more than you got, and those who are struggling with less.
I hope I haven't taken the joy out all the wonderful ways Sparkpeople has set up for us to support each other. Rather, think about how important it is for us to support each other. Then forget about it, and catch up with your SparkFreinds.
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
November 6 - A sparker posted a joke that Tur-key is a key that won't unlock a door. I'm thinking a Mon-key also won't unlock a door plus there's the play on words of the "monk" idea. Okay so I'm seeing brother monkey outside the monastery after curfew, and he can't get in...
Any suggestions how to make this work? A knock-knock joke? A shaggy-dog story? A "walks into a bar joke?"
November 7 - thank you, White Cat! My next stop is the laughter corner to see if you haven't already posted the novice story. The hankey and pankey idea is cute, too. Remember, this is family website!
Also, sparkcomics, tell me if this one isn't a total groaner: a turkey, a monkey, and a hankey walk into a bar and start drowning their sorrows. The barkeep asks them what's the matter, and they all report that they've locked themselves out of their cars. The long-faced horse at the end of the bar looks up and suggests that the monkey use the tur-key; the hankey use the Mon-key, and the turkey use the Han-key. Everybody pelts the horse with bar nuts because everybody knows you can't unlock a door with a turkey, monkey or hankey. (The horse is content; he got his punch line.)
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