Sunday, July 01, 2012
When it rains...when is it going to rain?
When it rain it pours...or not. I was complaining about the fires in Colorado. The storm that roared through our area a few days ago and which has left a large number of people in Maryland and Virginia without power in 99 degree heat, passed over us around midnight without dropping much rain, downing only a few large branches, which, of course, fell directly on the one bed that seems to have survived rabbits, ground hogs and drought, and leaving us with power! We never lost power! Tell that to my PC. It lost its power and is now at the Geek doctor's. Therefore posting will be intermittent until I pay what they wish or exchange my first born. This global warming with it increase in intensive storms and weather patterns is a bugger!
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Bewildered and Wiping Away the Tears
I taught in Carson Colorado for a year many years ago. This is just outside of the city of Colorado Springs. I hiked and skied the nearby mountains and know the area pretty well. I do not know people there now, but it does not diminish the tears that I am shedding for these families running from this terrible and very large fire. I have a brother and SIL in Boulder and am hoping so hard that this fire stops soon. Droughts and heat and an angry planet. I have another brother outside of Fort Collins who is still safe from the fire they say they have contained. Worry follows me everywhere these days.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Epiphany...Ask the Peanut Gallery
I just realized that I have a reasonable number of readers who slog follow along with my convoluted elaborate writing, egocentric ideas and pithy conclusions. Not all blogs can master all three of the above as successfully as I seem to do. So then Therefore, I had this epiphany. These readers, you-all, are a source of ideas, wisdom and free advice. When I have a bold decision to make and I am beginning that journey of weighing the pros and cons on some project, I should perhaps ask the pros in the ether-sphere what they suggest. (I want to warn you that I rarely end up taking good advice, and my life has been richly rewarded with many roadblocks along the way as a result of that.)
As I mentioned a post ago, I am in the process of replacing my 1998 Mazda 626 car. I loved this car the day I purchased it and it has only recently been giving me difficulty. It is in reasonably good enough condition (the photo above is not my car---my car has a few dents and dings) with >130,000 miles on it, but I am mentally ready for something a little larger and envious of all those nice new technological things like Bluetooth and GPS which will take me years to figure out how to use. A working radio would also be a nice surprise since mine works only on and off these days. Although I am moving away from the endless number of infant and toddler chairs that keep getting put in the back seat, as you know my son is getting married in the distant future, if mother nature agrees there will be more little grandchildren then I must keep this in mind. So, I am keeping two of the 3 infant seats in storage! The third goes to the church store.
I do not want to spend more than 30K and much less if I can get away with it. I have always bought the truly lower end cars because of budget constraints---which I am sure I will get a nice nod from you-all, but this time I think I should reward myself with something a little nicer. I spend 16,800 K on the Mazda that many years ago! (Here she goes talking about MONEY again!)
I have researched the hybrids a little and a mechanic has told us they are a bear to fix if something goes wrong. Therefore total electric cars are out of the picture. I would like to buy American, but many Asian cars are really made to a great extent in America, so that broadens the picture. I do not care about looks, but I do care about safety, reliability and comfort and a good view from that blind spot window on both sides!
If any of my readers have a car they recently purchased or know about that they love...please tell me about it in your comments. I, in return, will give you all the free advice you want this year!
As I mentioned a post ago, I am in the process of replacing my 1998 Mazda 626 car. I loved this car the day I purchased it and it has only recently been giving me difficulty. It is in reasonably good enough condition (the photo above is not my car---my car has a few dents and dings) with >130,000 miles on it, but I am mentally ready for something a little larger and envious of all those nice new technological things like Bluetooth and GPS which will take me years to figure out how to use. A working radio would also be a nice surprise since mine works only on and off these days. Although I am moving away from the endless number of infant and toddler chairs that keep getting put in the back seat, as you know my son is getting married in the distant future, if mother nature agrees there will be more little grandchildren then I must keep this in mind. So, I am keeping two of the 3 infant seats in storage! The third goes to the church store.
I do not want to spend more than 30K and much less if I can get away with it. I have always bought the truly lower end cars because of budget constraints---which I am sure I will get a nice nod from you-all, but this time I think I should reward myself with something a little nicer. I spend 16,800 K on the Mazda that many years ago! (Here she goes talking about MONEY again!)
I have researched the hybrids a little and a mechanic has told us they are a bear to fix if something goes wrong. Therefore total electric cars are out of the picture. I would like to buy American, but many Asian cars are really made to a great extent in America, so that broadens the picture. I do not care about looks, but I do care about safety, reliability and comfort and a good view from that blind spot window on both sides!
If any of my readers have a car they recently purchased or know about that they love...please tell me about it in your comments. I, in return, will give you all the free advice you want this year!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Money, Money, Money
Father's Day shone forth a clean light on my son's immediate future plans. While we knew he was serious about this sweet woman he was dating, as parents we carefully kept the conversations to the general and casual. He now admits that he is saving for a ring and will probably propose sometime this fall and wedding plans are most likely to occur around the 4th of July in the year ahead. While it is a relief that he now discusses these important events so openly with us, I am now realizing I have to plan a budget as I was going to replace my car this winter.
For my daughter's wedding (which was a somewhat elaborate affair) we contributed 1/3, the in-laws 1/3 and the married couple themselves 1/3 of the cost. My daughter's in-laws are New Jersey people and while reality television tends to overdo the colorful culture there, big weddings are a necessity it appears. Some seemed to feel that the wedding won't hold unless there is a large crowd in a fancy hotel dancing the night away. Therefore, her wedding was held in a fancy catholic church in Washington, DC (neither hubby nor I are Catholic) and the evening reception was held in a ballroom of one of the largest hotels in Washington, DC. Hubby and I held the line to the lower end of the 5-figure amount which we donated, as we are much more practical and just couldn't give more without acid indigestion for a one-day ceremony. My daughter attended another wedding that summer in New York City where the budget for the flowers alone was $50,000! I guess it is all a matter of perspective and values and disposable income. At that wedding, with flowers everywhere, I understand both sets of parents of the bride and groom were barely speaking to each other and the priest almost had to perform some kind of intervention. He actually lectured both parents (in a polite way) at part of the ceremony! Yeah, there is some satisfaction in the rich being so dysfunctional.
Maybe we were just out of touch and each generation is less conservative than the prior. Lord knows my wedding cost less than $1,000...food, flowers, dress and all. But I was a poor graduate student and my parents did not offer to help when I told them I was engaged. Perhaps because I didn't want to spend what little money I had on flying home from Hawaii for a home wedding since most of my (our) friends were there at school and our first jobs were taking us even further out into the South Pacific. Although I must admit that both of us were surprised when neither of our parents felt they could spend the time or money to attend! Yeah this IS a tragic story of the strange ways depression era old folks lose sight of what is important, but we survived and still talked to them after we got hitched and our marriage survived without a ballroom and is now 42 years old. Years ago my sister and her husband eloped to Vegas...so much for ceremony there. Yes, they are still married and could actually have afforded a huge wedding as they are both attorneys.
Anyway, I told my son we would give him the same amount of money that we gave my daughter and he could use it any way that he wished toward the wedding, honeymoon, or savings for a larger house someday. Perhaps we should add an inflation adjustment to that? I try to be fair, but in all honesty my daughter and her husband make lots of money while my son and his future wife do not and I tend to be more sympathetic to that.
Hubby and I are comfortable in our retirement and we can be reasonably generous, so with great thankfulness we appreciate our situation. But I also know that money can be a poisonous thing whether you have it or not.
For my daughter's wedding (which was a somewhat elaborate affair) we contributed 1/3, the in-laws 1/3 and the married couple themselves 1/3 of the cost. My daughter's in-laws are New Jersey people and while reality television tends to overdo the colorful culture there, big weddings are a necessity it appears. Some seemed to feel that the wedding won't hold unless there is a large crowd in a fancy hotel dancing the night away. Therefore, her wedding was held in a fancy catholic church in Washington, DC (neither hubby nor I are Catholic) and the evening reception was held in a ballroom of one of the largest hotels in Washington, DC. Hubby and I held the line to the lower end of the 5-figure amount which we donated, as we are much more practical and just couldn't give more without acid indigestion for a one-day ceremony. My daughter attended another wedding that summer in New York City where the budget for the flowers alone was $50,000! I guess it is all a matter of perspective and values and disposable income. At that wedding, with flowers everywhere, I understand both sets of parents of the bride and groom were barely speaking to each other and the priest almost had to perform some kind of intervention. He actually lectured both parents (in a polite way) at part of the ceremony! Yeah, there is some satisfaction in the rich being so dysfunctional.
Maybe we were just out of touch and each generation is less conservative than the prior. Lord knows my wedding cost less than $1,000...food, flowers, dress and all. But I was a poor graduate student and my parents did not offer to help when I told them I was engaged. Perhaps because I didn't want to spend what little money I had on flying home from Hawaii for a home wedding since most of my (our) friends were there at school and our first jobs were taking us even further out into the South Pacific. Although I must admit that both of us were surprised when neither of our parents felt they could spend the time or money to attend! Yeah this IS a tragic story of the strange ways depression era old folks lose sight of what is important, but we survived and still talked to them after we got hitched and our marriage survived without a ballroom and is now 42 years old. Years ago my sister and her husband eloped to Vegas...so much for ceremony there. Yes, they are still married and could actually have afforded a huge wedding as they are both attorneys.
Anyway, I told my son we would give him the same amount of money that we gave my daughter and he could use it any way that he wished toward the wedding, honeymoon, or savings for a larger house someday. Perhaps we should add an inflation adjustment to that? I try to be fair, but in all honesty my daughter and her husband make lots of money while my son and his future wife do not and I tend to be more sympathetic to that.
Hubby and I are comfortable in our retirement and we can be reasonably generous, so with great thankfulness we appreciate our situation. But I also know that money can be a poisonous thing whether you have it or not.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Falling in Love Again
Two days of intense and painful swollen neck glands and a knife sharp pain on one side of my throat when I swallow has been the way Thursday and Friday have gone for me. Heavy doses of pain killing PM sleep drugs to get me through the two nights. I am home alone as hubby has headed to the city for a meeting and a doctor's checkup and a toddler's graduation. Impossible to figure out how I caught this as my exposure to small children was not intimate at the seedling booth that I worked last week and I used the bacteria wipes at the grocery store as I always do...although I did sit with hubby in a doctor's waiting room, but never touched the magazines!
I am missing the toddler's (little gal) graduation from preschool with regret but was feeling so sick the regret is small.
On the third day I ate a sweet peach for lunch and then took a long afternoon nap. When I woke at 4:00 PM it seemed the fever had finally lessened and my throat pain was no longer impossible to endure. I could actually swallow without thinking I had a knife plunged through one of my Eustachian tubes.
I pulled myself out of bed at long last. Thinking my weekend visit with the kids coming here may get off to a great start after all.
Then just as I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair and put on fresh new clothes my best medicine cure arrived on dancing feet. My6 7-year-old grandson who came back with my husband ran into the house to greet me and see how I was doing. He has lost both of the two front top teeth and both his bottom teeth and this toothless silly smile and lispy dialogue fills me with indescribable joy.
We had a 20 minute conversation about the loss of his teeth over the last few weeks, the economics of the loss of teeth (such as daddy dropping one of the four teeth down the sink and they calling plumber to retrieve the dropped tooth). I certainly went wrong in not teaching my children how to remove the elbow joint beneath the sink! Then the next tooth was lost on the playground at school. Several green bills later the fourth tooth is left with the tooth fairy and grandson has 12 dollars in his bank!! Then our happy conversation drifts on to Harry Potter and how at 6 he has already read a shortened version of the first book and has brought the DVD with him so that he can finish seeing the visual of the story. I ask if it is not too scary for him, and he insists he just gets scared at certain parts like where the troll is, but he knows it is just a movie.
Then with the twists and turns of magical conversations with young folk we talk about how he used to love Thomas the Train and how that time has passed so rapidly that he has forgotten the names of many of the trains which results in a brief search on the Internet down memory lane.
Then as I lay back on my sick bed, not really feeling sick anymore, he heads off to the kitchen where grandpa is making a grilled cheese sandwich with carrot sticks and freshly picked raspberries for dessert and the chore of picking more raspberries after dinner.
Remember when you fell in love and you could not do anything without working that person's name into the conversation, or working it into doodle or a daydream? Well, it does happen again in old age. I am so absolutely, positively lucky that this young boy has a happy and rich life and that he loves sharing it with me! I do not deserve this, but I will not give it back!
I am missing the toddler's (little gal) graduation from preschool with regret but was feeling so sick the regret is small.
On the third day I ate a sweet peach for lunch and then took a long afternoon nap. When I woke at 4:00 PM it seemed the fever had finally lessened and my throat pain was no longer impossible to endure. I could actually swallow without thinking I had a knife plunged through one of my Eustachian tubes.
I pulled myself out of bed at long last. Thinking my weekend visit with the kids coming here may get off to a great start after all.
Then just as I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair and put on fresh new clothes my best medicine cure arrived on dancing feet. My
We had a 20 minute conversation about the loss of his teeth over the last few weeks, the economics of the loss of teeth (such as daddy dropping one of the four teeth down the sink and they calling plumber to retrieve the dropped tooth). I certainly went wrong in not teaching my children how to remove the elbow joint beneath the sink! Then the next tooth was lost on the playground at school. Several green bills later the fourth tooth is left with the tooth fairy and grandson has 12 dollars in his bank!! Then our happy conversation drifts on to Harry Potter and how at 6 he has already read a shortened version of the first book and has brought the DVD with him so that he can finish seeing the visual of the story. I ask if it is not too scary for him, and he insists he just gets scared at certain parts like where the troll is, but he knows it is just a movie.
Then with the twists and turns of magical conversations with young folk we talk about how he used to love Thomas the Train and how that time has passed so rapidly that he has forgotten the names of many of the trains which results in a brief search on the Internet down memory lane.
Then as I lay back on my sick bed, not really feeling sick anymore, he heads off to the kitchen where grandpa is making a grilled cheese sandwich with carrot sticks and freshly picked raspberries for dessert and the chore of picking more raspberries after dinner.
Remember when you fell in love and you could not do anything without working that person's name into the conversation, or working it into doodle or a daydream? Well, it does happen again in old age. I am so absolutely, positively lucky that this young boy has a happy and rich life and that he loves sharing it with me! I do not deserve this, but I will not give it back!
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Thursday Thoughts #37 Everything I Need to Know I Learned in My Garden---Thursday 13 Thoughts # 36
- I learned to accept differing points of view but to learn for myself by testing. One man's weed is another man's treasured landscape plant. I have purchased beautiful landscape plants from nurseries only to discover that they spread or re-seed like wildfire and then leave my yard to invade the rest of the woods. On the other hand I have learned that one man's treasured landscape plant sometimes becomes a Prima Donna in my yard requiring too much attention.
- I have learned to think outside the flower bed and to compromise. Do I want butterflies or parsley? If I plant a lot of parsley there will be some left over and then I can have both. (Now if I can only teach that ground hog how to compromise!)
- I have re-learned each day that change is inevitable and we all must adapt. Some plants die, some plants are eaten to the ground and some plants get too large. Perennial gardens are replete with changes. Every season requires digging, moving and replacing.
- Target your enemies so that there is minimal collateral damage. Picking off a few or spraying very specifically for the many insects such as Japanese Beetles while carefully avoiding all other insects means less harm to those birds that are also eating the insects in my garden and less harm to those insects that are beneficial to my garden.
- I have learned patience. Plants take a long time to bring forth their reproductive beauty and instantaneous results are only for those who buy annuals in large flats.
- Keep your place, you are not a miracle worker. While the intermittently large plant in the foreground adds interest, planting most tall plants in the background allows everyone to show off as is the same with people. Also, as a gardener, you need to step back once in a while and let s**t happen without beating yourself up over it. (The voles had a vacation in my dianthus bed this spring and the rabbits have eaten 90% of my zinnias I nurtured so carefully from seed.)
- Gardening is common ground. Gardeners are wonderful people and can garden side by side even when on opposite sides of the political spectrum. Disagreements almost always lead to compromise or changes in activity.
- Gardening is the only reality show that I like and watch each year. It can cost money but if you are smart and buy from local garden club plant sales and get freebies from friends, you are more likely to get better and tested plants more cheaply.
- I have learned that fear paralyzes intelligent action. Anger has to be provoked and many dangers are not as they seem or as you have been told. Bumble bees and honey bees and all pollinators are so busy eating that they do not have time to sting unless you step on them or sit on them. I can reach in and cut all the flowers I want as the bees dance around my arms. This lesson has broader applications in life.
- Deciding where to start and how to start your projects are the most important preparations you can make. Foundation is everything. You have to know where the sun hits your yard and when and for how long. You have to know the soil as if it was the back of your hand. You have to amend this soil because it is the first and last meal for your plants and no soil is perfect.
- Opinions on style and design don't really matter. Mother nature can pull together pink and orange and it looks perfect. Mother nature can pull together large and small, smooth and prickly, and it always seems to fit.
- Sharing is the richness in life. If you are lucky to have something to share, be sure and do so. Pay back is the smile on their face and the bond you have made. Share your garden knowledge with your grandchildren, share your produce with your neighbors or the local food pantry, share your plants with new gardeners, share your time with Mother Nature.
- And the most important lesson I have learned is to enjoy myself. If I feel it is hard work, then I am doing something wrong. Work should be a little refreshing, shouldn't it? Maybe I just need a smaller garden. Yes, mistakes happen. The best thing about gardening is that there is always a do-over next year.
Friday, June 08, 2012
Musically Inclined
Make sure you have your earphones on for this.
(Yes I am related to one of the artists. If you like it softer you may like "Sadie". If you like it edgier than listen to "Coming Attraction." If you are from the Isles you may like "Whiskey Rose".)
(Yes I am related to one of the artists. If you like it softer you may like "Sadie". If you like it edgier than listen to "Coming Attraction." If you are from the Isles you may like "Whiskey Rose".)
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
An Obligatory Life Style?...Only if You Cook!
As I have written about in the past, my close neighbors own a very expensive sail boat which does not get taken out very often. This summer they are getting ready for a month's sail around the Chesapeake Bay. Since they are novice sailors this is a good start and I am glad to see they are using this expensive toy more often. Boats are like fashion models in that they require a certain amount of attention, money and an unreasonable amount of maintenance.
We have another friend that lives 15 miles away on the water. We had not been to visit their home in the time that we have known them but I kind of had an idea that it would be one of those places where various sheds are full of various project supplies, gardens and landscape beds are like fraying patchwork quilts popping up every where and the house would be spacious, welcoming, and needing lots of work. I was not wrong, except for the rescue cat operation that I later learned about! Since I am allergic to cats, I sent hubby on the work errand to this house.
When hubby returned I asked if they lived on the water. He said yes and that they also had a boat at dock. He went on to say that the motor boat was idle and had not been used in years. It seems that the first time the owner took out the boat he had some problem that had to be fixed. The second time he had his grandchildren for a boating day in this new boat and did not realize he had to switch on some water pump to keep the inboard engine cool and the motor eventually overheated and they had to be towed back home. That boat has not left the dock since that event. This is a more interesting anecdote when you learn that this man teaches classes on boating safety and the rules of the road for boaters! He has admitted that he actually does not like boating...just helping teach others how to be safe on the water.
I often wonder how we get ourselves into these expensive hobbies which we do not really want. It happens so often to boaters. People retire to the water in Florida and immediately buy a boat because everyone else has a boat. They have never been boating but dive in head first (to mix an image) and end up with a headache that taunts them every morning. Living on the water and enjoying the view does not mean one has to boat or sail. Living on a golf course does not mean one has to enjoy golf. Maybe you just like a perfectly "manigroomed" back yard view. Living on the side of a mountain with a snowy view does not mean you have to ski just because all of your neighbors ski. Surely you will find other things you enjoy with them such as apres ski warm drinks. Living in the lively city doesn't mean you have to eat out all the time...maybe you just want coffee and like people watching. Living in the country does not mean you have to farm!
I think we try to fit our personal round pegs into those lovely square holes that we find without taking time to test the hole. We think we need to be exactly like everyone around us. But we don't. EXCEPT, I will never understand people who have huge gourmet kitchens with every perfect appliance and tool and yet they rarely cook!
We have another friend that lives 15 miles away on the water. We had not been to visit their home in the time that we have known them but I kind of had an idea that it would be one of those places where various sheds are full of various project supplies, gardens and landscape beds are like fraying patchwork quilts popping up every where and the house would be spacious, welcoming, and needing lots of work. I was not wrong, except for the rescue cat operation that I later learned about! Since I am allergic to cats, I sent hubby on the work errand to this house.
When hubby returned I asked if they lived on the water. He said yes and that they also had a boat at dock. He went on to say that the motor boat was idle and had not been used in years. It seems that the first time the owner took out the boat he had some problem that had to be fixed. The second time he had his grandchildren for a boating day in this new boat and did not realize he had to switch on some water pump to keep the inboard engine cool and the motor eventually overheated and they had to be towed back home. That boat has not left the dock since that event. This is a more interesting anecdote when you learn that this man teaches classes on boating safety and the rules of the road for boaters! He has admitted that he actually does not like boating...just helping teach others how to be safe on the water.
I often wonder how we get ourselves into these expensive hobbies which we do not really want. It happens so often to boaters. People retire to the water in Florida and immediately buy a boat because everyone else has a boat. They have never been boating but dive in head first (to mix an image) and end up with a headache that taunts them every morning. Living on the water and enjoying the view does not mean one has to boat or sail. Living on a golf course does not mean one has to enjoy golf. Maybe you just like a perfectly "manigroomed" back yard view. Living on the side of a mountain with a snowy view does not mean you have to ski just because all of your neighbors ski. Surely you will find other things you enjoy with them such as apres ski warm drinks. Living in the lively city doesn't mean you have to eat out all the time...maybe you just want coffee and like people watching. Living in the country does not mean you have to farm!
I think we try to fit our personal round pegs into those lovely square holes that we find without taking time to test the hole. We think we need to be exactly like everyone around us. But we don't. EXCEPT, I will never understand people who have huge gourmet kitchens with every perfect appliance and tool and yet they rarely cook!
Friday, June 01, 2012
Horses, Horses,
One never knows what one can find driving in the country but the sweet scene below is no surprise...
Then again, driving to the strip mall can also be a sweet surprise...
Then again, driving to the strip mall can also be a sweet surprise...
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Pushing Air
The hot weather arrived a few days ago. We will still have days of moderate or temperate weather, but the hot and humid days will return again and again until they arrive to stay. Every year I hold off turning on the air-conditioner until June 1 if I can. I live in the middle south and our summers are always hot and humid for at least two months. With global climate change, it will be for three months (or more) in the years to come.
I closed my windows to create my climate cave shutting out all the sounds from outdoors. I lose the bird and animal sounds and the sound of the wind pushing through the fat green leaves, but I do not mind closing out the teenage girl's loud radio that sits on her dock across the river every weekend. I do not mind missing the sound of the lawn mowers and speed boats and barking dogs. I do not mind muffling the loud museum concert that is being held just two miles away in the outdoor garden that I help weed! I live in the woods where there should be little sound, but the water is a perfect surface for carrying the abundance of man-made noise on weekends.
Once the AC is on, we become spoiled. We go outside to work or shop or visit early in the day until the sweat drips from our brows and nose and then we quickly retreat to the cool space of this house and rarely go out again. We tend to hide and find indoor things to do in the middle of the day. We get better about combining errands.
I find that I must also remember to bring sweaters to restaurants and movie theaters and museums because they crank up the AC much higher than I do. I am always amazed at the way stores in the beautiful climate of Hawaii find it necessary to create rooms like refrigerators for shopping.
When I flipped the switch this year I was even more aware of how big a decision this was. Even with zoned cooling, I am burning fossil fuels to heat rooms with high ceilings that I rarely use. I am pushing artificially cooled air down hallways and into upstairs bedrooms. What a luxury to burn this fossil fuel while people all over the world deal with the climate into which they were born, without AC! Here in the mid-south people used to quit housework early and sit on porches under fans and pant until the sun set and they could move once again. What a luxury to be able to afford this expense...for now. I cannot help but think we as a society in North America are at the peak of of our life style. I cannot help but think generations to follow will have many compromises to make in how they live their lives that would surprise us if we were here 40 years from now.
I closed my windows to create my climate cave shutting out all the sounds from outdoors. I lose the bird and animal sounds and the sound of the wind pushing through the fat green leaves, but I do not mind closing out the teenage girl's loud radio that sits on her dock across the river every weekend. I do not mind missing the sound of the lawn mowers and speed boats and barking dogs. I do not mind muffling the loud museum concert that is being held just two miles away in the outdoor garden that I help weed! I live in the woods where there should be little sound, but the water is a perfect surface for carrying the abundance of man-made noise on weekends.
Once the AC is on, we become spoiled. We go outside to work or shop or visit early in the day until the sweat drips from our brows and nose and then we quickly retreat to the cool space of this house and rarely go out again. We tend to hide and find indoor things to do in the middle of the day. We get better about combining errands.
I find that I must also remember to bring sweaters to restaurants and movie theaters and museums because they crank up the AC much higher than I do. I am always amazed at the way stores in the beautiful climate of Hawaii find it necessary to create rooms like refrigerators for shopping.
When I flipped the switch this year I was even more aware of how big a decision this was. Even with zoned cooling, I am burning fossil fuels to heat rooms with high ceilings that I rarely use. I am pushing artificially cooled air down hallways and into upstairs bedrooms. What a luxury to burn this fossil fuel while people all over the world deal with the climate into which they were born, without AC! Here in the mid-south people used to quit housework early and sit on porches under fans and pant until the sun set and they could move once again. What a luxury to be able to afford this expense...for now. I cannot help but think we as a society in North America are at the peak of of our life style. I cannot help but think generations to follow will have many compromises to make in how they live their lives that would surprise us if we were here 40 years from now.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Indexing This blog
I rarely look at my stats from Blogger since that is not my motivation for writing, but the other day I was curious as to the searches that lead to this blog...
famous russian drawings--4
osprey feather--3
zen--7
bad karma stories--6
bob marley hold hands with president--2
chinese help americans during wwii--2
how does people dress in jamaica--2
how much is scrap metal worth in michigan--2
i think too far ahead--2
osprey feathers--10
fiddle and faddle photos--8
These searches were entered over the past month I think. Anyway, while some of these are really nice, and others are very confusing, I clearly need to do a better job in wording my titles and in creating subject labels for my posts!
Yesterday we took a drive to the north part of the county and I captured some lovely scenery. Lets see what descriptions I can give these to get more interesting hits!
This is the historic George Peters house and I could find absolutely nothing on this house on the Internet. Guess I will have to look around locally!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Procrastination
This is such a repetitive theme with my blog that I should start a separate blog devoted totally to how creative or stubborn I can become in putting things off. (Yes, I know I ended that sentence with a preposition.) Many of these tasks are so easy, I just do not understand why I set them aside until they create sour thoughts when I look at my lists and they continue to sit at the top of a long list with nary a line through them. Yes, I am a list maker, but that does not mean I regularly accomplish all on my list. Some of the items I put on the list because I am a masochist, surely.
Cleaning the house items get ticked off cleanly and rapidly. Bill paying, gardening chores, shopping items are all routinely completed. BUT, answering invitations (those rare items) to weddings, graduations, and dinners get put off until the very last minute whether I am saying yes or no. What is up with that? Why do I find these so hard to complete?
Returning phone calls get postponed over returning emails and FB comments every time.
AND, of course, anything to do with exercise can be postponed until hell freezes over if my lack of guilt allows. I have gone through periods of regular exercise activities...free weights, elliptical walking, aerobics tapes (Just the fact that I use the word tapes gives you a clue to how long ago I did that!) and yoga. I felt so good after doing these each and every time. But this period is easily interrupted by a trip, house guests, and most recently my ankle injury. I still do lots of woods walking, but that is the exercise of last resort. That is the exercise that people brag about...and it really is not exercise. Admit it. Do you work up a sweat? Do you have sore muscles that need to be stretched at the end? See, it is not exercise. It is what we do...just like eating.
I still have a stiff ankle now and again and I readily use this as an excuse, a weak excuse, to avoid exercise. I was going to start an exercise routine May 1. I promised myself. But then one day it rained and the next day the sun was shining. OMG it is May 22 already! Yesterday I ran after two rabbits that were in my flower bed and was shocked to find how strange and stiff running felt!
I absolutely must get off this pillow of fat on which I sit...after my second cup of coffee.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tail End of the City
This famous city was surprisingly clean and non-odoriferous. At least not lots of bad odors. Cleaning up car emissions over the years has improved the air in cities everywhere. There was some noise due to car honking but around Central Park the most obvious noise was bird song! Birds sing louder in cities and urban areas because they are competing with all the ambient noise. The sidewalks and street gutters were also clean for such a large and busy city. I felt very safe almost anywhere I went and we even walked all the way back after our evening dinner without incident. We passed the Today Show studio and noticed it was directly across the street from a nice bakery. We made a note to head that way in the morning for breakfast as it would be Sunday and the studio should not be open and therefore not much competition for breakfast.
But as they (whomever they are) say...the best laid plans are easily thwarted. We got up bright and early and headed out only to discover that all the streets within two blocks of that bakery were blocked off. When we asked if we could head to the bakery a young woman in jeans that were so tight they must stop circulation, barely looked up from her I-phone and said she was sorry but they had just flipped a car. "They" we later learned was the movie crew who were filming The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, starring Ben Stiller. My daughter sighed and then said...well he is not exactly eye candy, and thus we walked on trying on her phone to find another bakery, and we did. We were in New York, after all. Below is one of the movie trucks although I am sure they have some special fancy name for them like grip wagon.
After breakfast we headed out to see the Frick Gallery which had been suggested by blogger guy, Stephen, The Chubby Chatterbox. This was a perfect suggestion on Stephen's part as it was within walking distance, and I had never heard of it, and it ended up being a gorgeous collection of artwork by the masters. We were surprised to see the beginning of a line 30 minutes before the museum opened and once inside we learned this was a donation Sunday. Pay what you want! I treated my daughter and I and paid the full price because I can afford it and it is a good cause.
The museum is a mansion on Central Park once owned by Henry Clay Frick (1849–1919). I could not take pictures inside, but you can read all about it here. At the end of this tour we headed out for lunch and found a street-side deli and had sandwiches and were most incorruptible by avoiding all the delicious bakery items in the case by the door.
The rest of the afternoon was devoted to street walking and shopping. Daughter wanted to supplement her work wardrobe and I actually found a very few things that fit me. Everyone is size 0 to 4 in those shops! Once I tried on the Large size I actually found something that fit! Those skinny Europeans do not play fair.
We then enjoyed the architecture of the city before catching our train back home. While there was no time for a show or play, there is always time for another trip in the future.
But as they (whomever they are) say...the best laid plans are easily thwarted. We got up bright and early and headed out only to discover that all the streets within two blocks of that bakery were blocked off. When we asked if we could head to the bakery a young woman in jeans that were so tight they must stop circulation, barely looked up from her I-phone and said she was sorry but they had just flipped a car. "They" we later learned was the movie crew who were filming The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, starring Ben Stiller. My daughter sighed and then said...well he is not exactly eye candy, and thus we walked on trying on her phone to find another bakery, and we did. We were in New York, after all. Below is one of the movie trucks although I am sure they have some special fancy name for them like grip wagon.
After breakfast we headed out to see the Frick Gallery which had been suggested by blogger guy, Stephen, The Chubby Chatterbox. This was a perfect suggestion on Stephen's part as it was within walking distance, and I had never heard of it, and it ended up being a gorgeous collection of artwork by the masters. We were surprised to see the beginning of a line 30 minutes before the museum opened and once inside we learned this was a donation Sunday. Pay what you want! I treated my daughter and I and paid the full price because I can afford it and it is a good cause.
The museum is a mansion on Central Park once owned by Henry Clay Frick (1849–1919). I could not take pictures inside, but you can read all about it here. At the end of this tour we headed out for lunch and found a street-side deli and had sandwiches and were most incorruptible by avoiding all the delicious bakery items in the case by the door.
The rest of the afternoon was devoted to street walking and shopping. Daughter wanted to supplement her work wardrobe and I actually found a very few things that fit me. Everyone is size 0 to 4 in those shops! Once I tried on the Large size I actually found something that fit! Those skinny Europeans do not play fair.
We then enjoyed the architecture of the city before catching our train back home. While there was no time for a show or play, there is always time for another trip in the future.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
City Life Part II
My trip to the city was paid for by my daughter. For those who wondered where I stayed, it was at the Marriott in Mid-town and my daughter used her many points to pay for the overnight bill. My daughter figures that we walked an average of 20 blocks each day...but I think it must have been more. My ankle did not give me pain although my daughter showed due concern. My issue was just the old joints and muscles that reminded me I must slow down. Actually, if I kept walking I was fine. Once we sat for an extensive time to rest on a Central Park bench both on the Saturday and the Sunday, moving again was a real challenge. Those of you who are my age realize how your joints fill with lactic acid when you have moved extensively and then refuse to move smoothly after extensive rest until you have forced the walk for another 10 minutes through the stiffness and pain and finally you return to the normal walking mode.
We paid for taxies as the day progressed and the deadines to be somewhere else were closing in on us, and these came to an average of about $8.00 each time.
The very first visit we made was to the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art because I have been to N.Y. City only twice and never to this museum. Most of my relatives are not into museums and I have given in to their interests on prior trips. But Mother's Day was mine! We saw only a tiny part of this HUGE museum. We saw the Egyptian special exhibit which was not nearly as romantic or exotic or dusty as when I wandered the museum in Cairo many years ago. But it was very informative.
Then we visited the Dutch gallery, saw some Vermeer, and of course, Rembrandt. Then a short walk to see the Degas collection. With over two million works housed here there were so many artists we missed, but we had the audio and those paintings that we actually studied were rich in audio description. For lunch we ate at the museum 'wine bar" and had just a salad and wine. The waiting area was filled with shadows and light and created a feeling of magic as if stepping back in time.
We waited in the lunch line next to an elderly woman who was alone and nicely dressed. We got to talking and she explained that she lived near the museum and came often. When I perused the entire collection in the brochure I realized she could come every day for years and years and never really catch up. She must have had lots of money because living off of Central Park is not for the middle class and for a brief time I was envious.
After lunch, my daughter wanted to peruse the flea market at Hell's Kitchen and this was certainly a dramatic change from the atmosphere at the Met. It was like going from the Palace to the market place in a medieval city. She likes to look at antique costume jewelry. There was lots in the way of junky treasures sitting on folding tables under plastic tents, and even those old pieces that were most intersting could be priced over a hundred dollars unless you were a good bargainer. We looked at clothing, purses, hats, kitchen ware, lamps, 'antique' books, and junk without definition. I thought about those men and women who sat each day selling this stuff and wondered if, indeed, it supplemented their disability or social security income. I also thought about the many prior owners of all of this stuff. Had they passed on and their relatives sold this stuff or did they sell it because they needed the money? Or was this stuff found in dumpsters along the streets of New York? We did not buy anything.
This flea market was in sharp contrast to the antique store on 5th Avenue that we had walked through. Every piece in the antique store was thousands of dollars even though it was at a marked down price because of the store's closing. I looked at the jewelry and mused (out loud) about what had occurred to force the owners to sell their diamonds and emeralds and rubies and works of art. The nephew (mentioned in the prior post) chuckled and told me not to be concerned. Most of these people were trading up for larger pieces of jewelry he said. I keep forgetting about the 1%. I am so out of orbit with these folks!
We ate that evening at A Voce – the Columbia location, a new Italian restaurant that had a write up in our hotel's brochure as one of the top ten new restaurants in the area. We were impressed because there are hundreds of high end restaurants in the area to write about. Alas, I was disappointed in the food. Al dente was too chewy and nothing was exceptional in my estimation, other than an exceptional 'by the glass' wine list. Neither of us finished our expensive meals, but I did not complain as this was my treat from daughter.
Sunday's activities in the next post...so you can skip this blog for a while if following someone's boring travel is not to your tastes.
We paid for taxies as the day progressed and the deadines to be somewhere else were closing in on us, and these came to an average of about $8.00 each time.
The very first visit we made was to the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art because I have been to N.Y. City only twice and never to this museum. Most of my relatives are not into museums and I have given in to their interests on prior trips. But Mother's Day was mine! We saw only a tiny part of this HUGE museum. We saw the Egyptian special exhibit which was not nearly as romantic or exotic or dusty as when I wandered the museum in Cairo many years ago. But it was very informative.
Then we visited the Dutch gallery, saw some Vermeer, and of course, Rembrandt. Then a short walk to see the Degas collection. With over two million works housed here there were so many artists we missed, but we had the audio and those paintings that we actually studied were rich in audio description. For lunch we ate at the museum 'wine bar" and had just a salad and wine. The waiting area was filled with shadows and light and created a feeling of magic as if stepping back in time.
We waited in the lunch line next to an elderly woman who was alone and nicely dressed. We got to talking and she explained that she lived near the museum and came often. When I perused the entire collection in the brochure I realized she could come every day for years and years and never really catch up. She must have had lots of money because living off of Central Park is not for the middle class and for a brief time I was envious.
After lunch, my daughter wanted to peruse the flea market at Hell's Kitchen and this was certainly a dramatic change from the atmosphere at the Met. It was like going from the Palace to the market place in a medieval city. She likes to look at antique costume jewelry. There was lots in the way of junky treasures sitting on folding tables under plastic tents, and even those old pieces that were most intersting could be priced over a hundred dollars unless you were a good bargainer. We looked at clothing, purses, hats, kitchen ware, lamps, 'antique' books, and junk without definition. I thought about those men and women who sat each day selling this stuff and wondered if, indeed, it supplemented their disability or social security income. I also thought about the many prior owners of all of this stuff. Had they passed on and their relatives sold this stuff or did they sell it because they needed the money? Or was this stuff found in dumpsters along the streets of New York? We did not buy anything.
This flea market was in sharp contrast to the antique store on 5th Avenue that we had walked through. Every piece in the antique store was thousands of dollars even though it was at a marked down price because of the store's closing. I looked at the jewelry and mused (out loud) about what had occurred to force the owners to sell their diamonds and emeralds and rubies and works of art. The nephew (mentioned in the prior post) chuckled and told me not to be concerned. Most of these people were trading up for larger pieces of jewelry he said. I keep forgetting about the 1%. I am so out of orbit with these folks!
We ate that evening at A Voce – the Columbia location, a new Italian restaurant that had a write up in our hotel's brochure as one of the top ten new restaurants in the area. We were impressed because there are hundreds of high end restaurants in the area to write about. Alas, I was disappointed in the food. Al dente was too chewy and nothing was exceptional in my estimation, other than an exceptional 'by the glass' wine list. Neither of us finished our expensive meals, but I did not complain as this was my treat from daughter.
Sunday's activities in the next post...so you can skip this blog for a while if following someone's boring travel is not to your tastes.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Decompression
I find it more noticeable the changes in feelings that I have when returning home from a very different place than I am used to. I no longer adjust with slippery ease. New York City (and the mid-town Manhattan area where I stayed) is a totally different planet than that in my woods where I live. The rigid buildings standing high and imposing block all but a few hours of sunshine. When you think about all the people and all the activities taking place just above your head it is very imposing. Cars and taxis are moving to "important" places constantly. I also saw my share of stretch limos and a Rolls Royce or two...probably paid for in some strategic way by my tax payments! I think the magic of this place is the compression of all of humanity in one place...rich, poor, lucky, unlucky, smart, not-so-smart, old and young.
Some streets are so full of tourists (everyone else is in in their offices working hard paying for the high rent on the closet where they live) that you can barely pass. We all seem to adjust as we cross streets, avoid hot coffee and limp cigarettes. I saw Park Avenue matrons in spring suits walking tiny whippet dogs. I saw a transvestite or two. Various gay guys dressed so carefully casual. Lots of families with strollers. Mothers and sons and daughters carrying bouquets and lost in the love of their mom on Mother's Day. The young man below was delivering Mother's Day bouquets to women who lived overlooking Central Park!
I saw many people from other countries speaking in languages I did not recognize and wearing clothing styles that were clearly European. I saw a few women in Burkas and a few nuns in traditional dress. I also viewed several wealthy Asians enjoying their money spending vacation. Many typical New Yorkers of every ethnicity working the streets, the cabs, the hotel lobbies, the storefronts with resigned looks on their faces accepting another day, and a few college age couples enjoying spring. People watching is the best past time in New York. Every human phenom on the planet is there. I did not see any celebrities but I am sure some ran past me in sweaty exercise gear. My daughter and I sat for a few hours on a Central Park bench resting my weary feet and I was fascinated! As we people-watched we visited with a new grandfather who was touring with his daughter and her new born grandchild from Boston...the conversation was interspersed with that musical accent that Bostonian' s have.
I soon learned that you cannot walk more than two blocks before you encounter either building, sidewalk, or street construction. This city is used to pieces! But I did find that all the locals whether waiting on me or standing in line waiting with me were extremely polite and helpful. I did not get the finger once, although I did have to be aggressive with a taxi that wanted to drive where I was walking once!! "Hey, I am walking here!"
We shopped an antique store that was closing due to retirement of the owner. I talked to his nephew (my age) who explained his uncle was 88 and retiring to his horse ranch in Ocala, Florida next door to John Travolta. It appears they share an airplane runway! I hope he lives a long time.
A few places including one on the famous 5th Avenue were empty and looking for tenants.
I cannot even begin to think how expensive the rental on this retail space would be...but as the ad tells you...YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT. And in New York, if you have to ask...you cannot afford it. More next post.
Some streets are so full of tourists (everyone else is in in their offices working hard paying for the high rent on the closet where they live) that you can barely pass. We all seem to adjust as we cross streets, avoid hot coffee and limp cigarettes. I saw Park Avenue matrons in spring suits walking tiny whippet dogs. I saw a transvestite or two. Various gay guys dressed so carefully casual. Lots of families with strollers. Mothers and sons and daughters carrying bouquets and lost in the love of their mom on Mother's Day. The young man below was delivering Mother's Day bouquets to women who lived overlooking Central Park!
I saw many people from other countries speaking in languages I did not recognize and wearing clothing styles that were clearly European. I saw a few women in Burkas and a few nuns in traditional dress. I also viewed several wealthy Asians enjoying their money spending vacation. Many typical New Yorkers of every ethnicity working the streets, the cabs, the hotel lobbies, the storefronts with resigned looks on their faces accepting another day, and a few college age couples enjoying spring. People watching is the best past time in New York. Every human phenom on the planet is there. I did not see any celebrities but I am sure some ran past me in sweaty exercise gear. My daughter and I sat for a few hours on a Central Park bench resting my weary feet and I was fascinated! As we people-watched we visited with a new grandfather who was touring with his daughter and her new born grandchild from Boston...the conversation was interspersed with that musical accent that Bostonian' s have.
I soon learned that you cannot walk more than two blocks before you encounter either building, sidewalk, or street construction. This city is used to pieces! But I did find that all the locals whether waiting on me or standing in line waiting with me were extremely polite and helpful. I did not get the finger once, although I did have to be aggressive with a taxi that wanted to drive where I was walking once!! "Hey, I am walking here!"
We shopped an antique store that was closing due to retirement of the owner. I talked to his nephew (my age) who explained his uncle was 88 and retiring to his horse ranch in Ocala, Florida next door to John Travolta. It appears they share an airplane runway! I hope he lives a long time.
A few places including one on the famous 5th Avenue were empty and looking for tenants.
I cannot even begin to think how expensive the rental on this retail space would be...but as the ad tells you...YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT. And in New York, if you have to ask...you cannot afford it. More next post.
Friday, May 11, 2012
New YAWK! New YAWK!
Off to New YAWK city for a girlie weekend with my daughter. She had planned on taking me to the photography museum when she made train reservations several months ago and we now find it is closed for several weeks! She is more disappointed than I because I just love her to death and want to spend time with her.
So some window shopping and maybe the Metropolitan Museum and certainly some eating! No posting for a while, but maybe some New York photos later.
So some window shopping and maybe the Metropolitan Museum and certainly some eating! No posting for a while, but maybe some New York photos later.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Standards
As you begin to read this, please realize this is not a 'political' post. Many of my American readers will remember Governor Romney's comment where he said he "liked to fire people." Of course, the Democrats ran with that statement and used it ad nauseum to show how distant he was from the common man. Those with common sense realize that Mr. Romney did not mean he liked to fire people...he does not have the Donald Trump personality which gets off on making people smaller. Mr. Romney meant he had no resistance in firing people he hired who did not meet the standards he expected when he hired them.
This might be a clue why he and I are different in fair and honest ways. Recently we hired a small landscape company run by a 'good old boy' to tackle our lawn every other week. Hubby likes to mow for the exercise, but sometimes it gets away from him if he has to travel or we get busy, so I talked him into hiring this young man and his crew. They did a good job last year and their weed-eating saved me lots of time and it looked great!
This year we signed a new contract with them. I read it carefully and since they had listed an agreement to mow into November I crossed that out and said only through October. They showed up the second week of April and did a very nice job. They are quick and the three of them race through our yard in an hour. The next time they were supposed to be here they did not show. The days passed and the lawn got high and the weeds went to seed heads! I am so clearly a liberal because I thought perhaps they did not really want our contract and they had better money makers on their list. (Romney would have called and fired them then and there.) Hubby finally called and he got some whiney excuse from the young man that they had not seen the grass growing much in their area and so did not head to our yard.
Well, when they did show up 6 days LATE, the young man admitted that he had taken on a large mulching contract in the early spring and had fallen way behind! He and hubby talked about how to run an effective business and how to make sure you communicate with your customers. The young man apologized and admitted he had been completely at fault and said that he did not want to lose us as a customer. He had looked so different, he had changed his eating habits and lost 60 pounds, which made us even more supportive of his efforts.
We are dyed in the wool liberals, because we are giving them another chance. They are due in two days...we will see.
This might be a clue why he and I are different in fair and honest ways. Recently we hired a small landscape company run by a 'good old boy' to tackle our lawn every other week. Hubby likes to mow for the exercise, but sometimes it gets away from him if he has to travel or we get busy, so I talked him into hiring this young man and his crew. They did a good job last year and their weed-eating saved me lots of time and it looked great!
This year we signed a new contract with them. I read it carefully and since they had listed an agreement to mow into November I crossed that out and said only through October. They showed up the second week of April and did a very nice job. They are quick and the three of them race through our yard in an hour. The next time they were supposed to be here they did not show. The days passed and the lawn got high and the weeds went to seed heads! I am so clearly a liberal because I thought perhaps they did not really want our contract and they had better money makers on their list. (Romney would have called and fired them then and there.) Hubby finally called and he got some whiney excuse from the young man that they had not seen the grass growing much in their area and so did not head to our yard.
Well, when they did show up 6 days LATE, the young man admitted that he had taken on a large mulching contract in the early spring and had fallen way behind! He and hubby talked about how to run an effective business and how to make sure you communicate with your customers. The young man apologized and admitted he had been completely at fault and said that he did not want to lose us as a customer. He had looked so different, he had changed his eating habits and lost 60 pounds, which made us even more supportive of his efforts.
We are dyed in the wool liberals, because we are giving them another chance. They are due in two days...we will see.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Your Visions
In my prior post I wanted to see what my readers thought of as personal peace and beauty. I also wanted to see how similar we might all be in our visions. I thank those of you who were brave and honest enough to post an answer. My little mental picture is written below. I wrote the description before I posted the prior post and read your answers for an honest comparison. It is interesting to see how similar many of us are in our need for water which I am sure psychologists will say has something to do with our mother's womb. Most of us also needed the outdoors, and some of us our loved ones. Granny was the adventurer and just wanted to be out and about and Peruby and Gigihawaii went back in time to a magic moment.
My vision:
The waters are like a mirror and it is end of a warm and sunny day. Everything is now being bathed with golden and peachy light. I see a friend returning in a kayak at the mouth of the river waving and I wave back. I see another friend tacking his sailboat one last time into his dock. I hear my grandchildren laughing and running down the hill to join me at the dock in watching the sunset with their parents talking quietly behind. Birds are still singing but beginning to sing more calmly as they tuck in. Hubby joins me and brings an iced tea for him and a glass of white wine for me. We watch the shorebirds begin their flight away to safer areas for the night. (I also have a nice little mutt that sits at my feet adoringly which is not true in real life.)
My vision:
The waters are like a mirror and it is end of a warm and sunny day. Everything is now being bathed with golden and peachy light. I see a friend returning in a kayak at the mouth of the river waving and I wave back. I see another friend tacking his sailboat one last time into his dock. I hear my grandchildren laughing and running down the hill to join me at the dock in watching the sunset with their parents talking quietly behind. Birds are still singing but beginning to sing more calmly as they tuck in. Hubby joins me and brings an iced tea for him and a glass of white wine for me. We watch the shorebirds begin their flight away to safer areas for the night. (I also have a nice little mutt that sits at my feet adoringly which is not true in real life.)
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