My writing about my favorite spider wasn't a boon to the spider.
I went out of the deck this morning and the spider was gone, just a wisp of web left.
Bern said the spider had been there when she was out earlier. But gone by the time I got there.
I hope he/she is alright. I will miss my favorite spider.
Greener pastures is my desire.
Farewell, friend. (Though I doubt you thought of me in those terms.)
Friday, June 28, 2019
Thursday, June 27, 2019
First debate
In my opinion, nobody really won.
The set up was so awkward I couldn't see how anyone could have won. Too many people, too little time, too short answers.
But for me, just me I'll have you understand, Warren, Castro and Booker came out most positive.
Beto and di Blasio were terrible. Most of the others just didn't matter. Tim Ryan, for example, looked like he was caught in an alternative universe. And the woman from Hawaii. though she had that moment with Ryan where she straightened him out, has too much recent baggage about G/L/B/T/Q people to survive.
Looking forward to tonight in 15 minutes or so.
It could really matter.
"Any one but He Who Will Not be Named" is my mantra.
Time will tell who that 'any one' might be.
The set up was so awkward I couldn't see how anyone could have won. Too many people, too little time, too short answers.
But for me, just me I'll have you understand, Warren, Castro and Booker came out most positive.
Beto and di Blasio were terrible. Most of the others just didn't matter. Tim Ryan, for example, looked like he was caught in an alternative universe. And the woman from Hawaii. though she had that moment with Ryan where she straightened him out, has too much recent baggage about G/L/B/T/Q people to survive.
Looking forward to tonight in 15 minutes or so.
It could really matter.
"Any one but He Who Will Not be Named" is my mantra.
Time will tell who that 'any one' might be.
my favorite spider
I like spiders (Black Widows and other poisonous ones, not as much. But I do like spiders.
I love the complexity of their webs and how they eat annoying insects like flies and their eight-leg-ness. (They remind me of the Ogden Nash poem about the caterpillar 'wondering how to run'. I have enough problems on two legs, what would I do with eight?)
My favorite spider this year has built the most endangered web in spider history.
It connects to three things: a deck chair, our grill and the deck trashcan--that can be moved at any time. The only stable place the web is connected is to the side of our house.
Bern thinks the spider chose the place because there are flies around the trashcan since we dump stuff from the grill in there.
Every time I open the trashcan, the spider races around like a crazy spider.
But I admire the spider's bravery so much that I didn't remove the trash bag this week to be picked up. It wasn't nearly full anyway. But I''m already dreading next Tuesday when I'll have to open the trashcan's lid completely to get the bag out.
I do admire the audacity and minor craziness of this spider.
Audacity and minor craziness are things I'd admire just as I admire this favorite spider of mine.
I love the complexity of their webs and how they eat annoying insects like flies and their eight-leg-ness. (They remind me of the Ogden Nash poem about the caterpillar 'wondering how to run'. I have enough problems on two legs, what would I do with eight?)
My favorite spider this year has built the most endangered web in spider history.
It connects to three things: a deck chair, our grill and the deck trashcan--that can be moved at any time. The only stable place the web is connected is to the side of our house.
Bern thinks the spider chose the place because there are flies around the trashcan since we dump stuff from the grill in there.
Every time I open the trashcan, the spider races around like a crazy spider.
But I admire the spider's bravery so much that I didn't remove the trash bag this week to be picked up. It wasn't nearly full anyway. But I''m already dreading next Tuesday when I'll have to open the trashcan's lid completely to get the bag out.
I do admire the audacity and minor craziness of this spider.
Audacity and minor craziness are things I'd admire just as I admire this favorite spider of mine.
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
human kindness
It goes a long way--human kindness does.
Yesterday on my day of travel hell, I was in Grand Central trying to figure out how to buy a Metro ticket from a machine.
A young man must have seen my confusion and came over and said, "I have unlimited, I'll get you through the turnstile." He swiped his card and I was in the subway.
I get a little teary, even today, remembering that.
In the megalopolis that is New York City, a young man saw an elderly, confused man and was kind.
In these days of division and polarization and lack of kindness, that act meant the world to me.
Each of us needs to find time and opportunity to be simply kind to other human beings. No matter what.
Try it out. Bring kindness into this torn and fractured world.
It will matter, really.....
Yesterday on my day of travel hell, I was in Grand Central trying to figure out how to buy a Metro ticket from a machine.
A young man must have seen my confusion and came over and said, "I have unlimited, I'll get you through the turnstile." He swiped his card and I was in the subway.
I get a little teary, even today, remembering that.
In the megalopolis that is New York City, a young man saw an elderly, confused man and was kind.
In these days of division and polarization and lack of kindness, that act meant the world to me.
Each of us needs to find time and opportunity to be simply kind to other human beings. No matter what.
Try it out. Bring kindness into this torn and fractured world.
It will matter, really.....
Day from hell...and heaven...
Yesterday was one of the longest days of my life. I left my home at 5 a.m. and was back at 10:30 p.m.
I went to NYC, to a part of Fordham University to be one of six people leading a Mastery Foundation workshop on Forgiveness.
I've been a part of the Mastery Foundation for 30 years, ever since I found my priesthood transformed and made new in a Making a Difference Workshop--the first undertaking of the foundation. So, I'd do almost anything for Mastery. I'm a senior leader of the MAD workshop and have been on the board, though I seldom go to meetings since they are usually in California, where the Executive Director lives.
The 'hell' of yesterday was the travel.
I took a 5:47 train from New Haven, arrived at Grand Central, took the shuttle to 42n't Street, took the 1 train uptown to 60th Street, walked to, I think, 62nd St., turned left and walked three blocks. I was there before 9 a.m., about the time I would be waking up at home.
I left Fordham at 6 or so, got horribly lost in the subway system--being given wrong directions aain and again--and didn't get to Grand Central, soaked in sweat from the subway's heat and humidity and caught a 7:18 overly air conditioned train to New Haven. There by 9:20 or so, I thought I was safely done and in my car. It was so foggy that It took me over half an hour to drive home at 40 mph--a trip that usually takes under 20 minutes. I was home at about 10 p.m.
That was the hell of the day. I walked more that day than I have for years.
The heaven was the workshop, and all the people from Mastery who were there. I adore those people--Jim and Dan and Maggie and Ann and Allan and Terry and Kate and Michael and Bertram and Bill--they have been a part of my transformed life.
And the workshop--a Pilot Workshop on Forgiveness has been years in the design. And most all the people in the workshop had done other Mastery work and were there to help create the design and transform it to be used with people who counsel other people to give them a transformation of 'forgiveness'.
Amazing people, amazing and transformative stuff.
Heaven's part of the day.
But 5 a.m. until 10 p.m. and too zoned out to sleep for another two hours and having eaten: a chicken sandwich, a candy bar, a smoothie, a coffee, a donut and lots of water the whole 17 hours--well, it was 'hell'.
But the people, the workshop, the connections, the power of forgiveness--pure 'heaven'.
Quite a day, all told.
I went to NYC, to a part of Fordham University to be one of six people leading a Mastery Foundation workshop on Forgiveness.
I've been a part of the Mastery Foundation for 30 years, ever since I found my priesthood transformed and made new in a Making a Difference Workshop--the first undertaking of the foundation. So, I'd do almost anything for Mastery. I'm a senior leader of the MAD workshop and have been on the board, though I seldom go to meetings since they are usually in California, where the Executive Director lives.
The 'hell' of yesterday was the travel.
I took a 5:47 train from New Haven, arrived at Grand Central, took the shuttle to 42n't Street, took the 1 train uptown to 60th Street, walked to, I think, 62nd St., turned left and walked three blocks. I was there before 9 a.m., about the time I would be waking up at home.
I left Fordham at 6 or so, got horribly lost in the subway system--being given wrong directions aain and again--and didn't get to Grand Central, soaked in sweat from the subway's heat and humidity and caught a 7:18 overly air conditioned train to New Haven. There by 9:20 or so, I thought I was safely done and in my car. It was so foggy that It took me over half an hour to drive home at 40 mph--a trip that usually takes under 20 minutes. I was home at about 10 p.m.
That was the hell of the day. I walked more that day than I have for years.
The heaven was the workshop, and all the people from Mastery who were there. I adore those people--Jim and Dan and Maggie and Ann and Allan and Terry and Kate and Michael and Bertram and Bill--they have been a part of my transformed life.
And the workshop--a Pilot Workshop on Forgiveness has been years in the design. And most all the people in the workshop had done other Mastery work and were there to help create the design and transform it to be used with people who counsel other people to give them a transformation of 'forgiveness'.
Amazing people, amazing and transformative stuff.
Heaven's part of the day.
But 5 a.m. until 10 p.m. and too zoned out to sleep for another two hours and having eaten: a chicken sandwich, a candy bar, a smoothie, a coffee, a donut and lots of water the whole 17 hours--well, it was 'hell'.
But the people, the workshop, the connections, the power of forgiveness--pure 'heaven'.
Quite a day, all told.
The Saga
WHAT HAPPENED
My only link to write on this blog was stored in Waterfox. I'd click on Waterfox and there at the top of the page was a link to Amazon, which I never use, and the link to UTCOT. I'd click on that link and up would come the page just before this one where I'm writing. That first page has all the 2400+ blogs I've written in order of most recent to the very first. On that page I can see how many views each blog posting has had and check statistics of total view for the last week, month and all time and read any comments that have been posted. I can also view a world map of where views are coming from and what kind of platforms are accessing the blog. Amazing, really!
Then on June 4th or 5th, I click on Waterfox and get a notice that an update is available. Without thinking (which is a modus operandi of mine {which according to spell check isn't correct but they offer no options so I think spell check doesn't know Latin or I'm just smarter than spell check!}) I click 'yes' and when the download is over, I go to Waterfox and my link to the blog ISN'T THERE!!!!
And I have no idea what to do....
THE HEROS
My friend, John. He's my I.T. guy and always has been. He spent hours and hours on my computer trying to figure out how to get the link back and then days wracking his mind about it.
My friend, Deb. She showed me how to restore my computer to 'before' the Waterfox download. I did it and in the best of all possible worlds, it would have, but all that happened was that the new Waterfox link was at the bottom of my screen and the old Waterfox link was up with other links on my screen and neither would open.
My friend, Mike, down in that little part of Virginia that is between Virginia and North Carolina and close to Tennessee (which I didn't know I could spell!) We went to the same high school, a year apart, and were apartment mates in college for a year and we've stayed in touch and he's a wondrous, lovely, crazy, deeply committed guy who has read my blog for years. He spent days, like John, wracking his brain, about how to fix it, calling me numerous times and asking questions....
All my friends (Ann, Nancy, Mike, Bea, and many others) who contacted me in different ways to make sure I was in the land of the living and to find out why there was no blog since June 3 about Ascension Day. Thank you for reading and thank you for your concern.
THE SAVIORS
There is a little shop in a four shop mall on Main Street called "transform: technology services and repair" that I hadn't ever noticed though it's in easy walking distance from our house. Bern saw it and suggested going to them. So, last Friday I went down to talk to one of them, explained as best I could, my dilemma. He thought they could handle it and told me they were closed on Saturday. So I took my computer in on Monday afternoon.
The shop is run by a 30-something black guy and the two workers are a geeky white guy, maybe 20, and a brown skinned guy, also in his early 20's, if that, who I assumed is Hispanic. Just the kind of place I trust explicitly.
I went by this morning and it was done. The description on the receipt of what they had done was: "Quick fix--Quick Repair--Waterfox reinstall". They charged me $29--$30.84 after taxes. I thanked them profusely, but not the way I should have because part of me didn't believe it though they told me I would find my link, as before, on Waterfox, just as it was before--but I had to get home and be sure.
Bern and I reattached all the stuff that needed reattached--she is much more tech savvy than I am (all I truly know about my computer is how to type, send emails and print documents!). Then with hands shaking so much with nerves I had to do my password with one finger--though I've been a touch typist since high school--I turned it on and.....
...THE LINK WAS BACK....
I realized I drew the first truly deep and free breath in over two week.
All was right and true in my life.
(I've told several people, since "the Saga of the Blog" that before June 4th, I would often sigh and think--I need to write a blog but I have nothing to say. From time to time, it was a burden. But in the last two weeks I've had more anxiety than I've had in the last 5 years total, not being able to write this for someone, anyone, to read. I can't tell you how alive and thankful and energized I am to be back under the castor oil tree pondering life. Prayers of thanks for the wondrous guys at 'transform'--use them if you're near Cheshire. Prayers of thanks for Bern for telling me to go there. And prayers of thanks for all of you that will someday read this--you make my writing mean a great deal, I love you.
Two weeks off might lose a lot of readers in this era of short attention spans and immediate gratification--so, I'd ask you, if you will, to suggest to friends who might be interested in my 'ponderings' to come read. And I thank you for that.
My only link to write on this blog was stored in Waterfox. I'd click on Waterfox and there at the top of the page was a link to Amazon, which I never use, and the link to UTCOT. I'd click on that link and up would come the page just before this one where I'm writing. That first page has all the 2400+ blogs I've written in order of most recent to the very first. On that page I can see how many views each blog posting has had and check statistics of total view for the last week, month and all time and read any comments that have been posted. I can also view a world map of where views are coming from and what kind of platforms are accessing the blog. Amazing, really!
Then on June 4th or 5th, I click on Waterfox and get a notice that an update is available. Without thinking (which is a modus operandi of mine {which according to spell check isn't correct but they offer no options so I think spell check doesn't know Latin or I'm just smarter than spell check!}) I click 'yes' and when the download is over, I go to Waterfox and my link to the blog ISN'T THERE!!!!
And I have no idea what to do....
THE HEROS
My friend, John. He's my I.T. guy and always has been. He spent hours and hours on my computer trying to figure out how to get the link back and then days wracking his mind about it.
My friend, Deb. She showed me how to restore my computer to 'before' the Waterfox download. I did it and in the best of all possible worlds, it would have, but all that happened was that the new Waterfox link was at the bottom of my screen and the old Waterfox link was up with other links on my screen and neither would open.
My friend, Mike, down in that little part of Virginia that is between Virginia and North Carolina and close to Tennessee (which I didn't know I could spell!) We went to the same high school, a year apart, and were apartment mates in college for a year and we've stayed in touch and he's a wondrous, lovely, crazy, deeply committed guy who has read my blog for years. He spent days, like John, wracking his brain, about how to fix it, calling me numerous times and asking questions....
All my friends (Ann, Nancy, Mike, Bea, and many others) who contacted me in different ways to make sure I was in the land of the living and to find out why there was no blog since June 3 about Ascension Day. Thank you for reading and thank you for your concern.
THE SAVIORS
There is a little shop in a four shop mall on Main Street called "transform: technology services and repair" that I hadn't ever noticed though it's in easy walking distance from our house. Bern saw it and suggested going to them. So, last Friday I went down to talk to one of them, explained as best I could, my dilemma. He thought they could handle it and told me they were closed on Saturday. So I took my computer in on Monday afternoon.
The shop is run by a 30-something black guy and the two workers are a geeky white guy, maybe 20, and a brown skinned guy, also in his early 20's, if that, who I assumed is Hispanic. Just the kind of place I trust explicitly.
I went by this morning and it was done. The description on the receipt of what they had done was: "Quick fix--Quick Repair--Waterfox reinstall". They charged me $29--$30.84 after taxes. I thanked them profusely, but not the way I should have because part of me didn't believe it though they told me I would find my link, as before, on Waterfox, just as it was before--but I had to get home and be sure.
Bern and I reattached all the stuff that needed reattached--she is much more tech savvy than I am (all I truly know about my computer is how to type, send emails and print documents!). Then with hands shaking so much with nerves I had to do my password with one finger--though I've been a touch typist since high school--I turned it on and.....
...THE LINK WAS BACK....
I realized I drew the first truly deep and free breath in over two week.
All was right and true in my life.
(I've told several people, since "the Saga of the Blog" that before June 4th, I would often sigh and think--I need to write a blog but I have nothing to say. From time to time, it was a burden. But in the last two weeks I've had more anxiety than I've had in the last 5 years total, not being able to write this for someone, anyone, to read. I can't tell you how alive and thankful and energized I am to be back under the castor oil tree pondering life. Prayers of thanks for the wondrous guys at 'transform'--use them if you're near Cheshire. Prayers of thanks for Bern for telling me to go there. And prayers of thanks for all of you that will someday read this--you make my writing mean a great deal, I love you.
Two weeks off might lose a lot of readers in this era of short attention spans and immediate gratification--so, I'd ask you, if you will, to suggest to friends who might be interested in my 'ponderings' to come read. And I thank you for that.
IIII'MMMM BAACCK!!!
Here I am, writing on my blog for the first time since June 3!
Later today I'll write down the whole saga and thank the heroes and boo the villain (only one--ME!)
But for now, I just want to email folks who have been asking and make sure this posts.
Back soon....
Later today I'll write down the whole saga and thank the heroes and boo the villain (only one--ME!)
But for now, I just want to email folks who have been asking and make sure this posts.
Back soon....
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