Even on the worst days of my broadcasting career I sat in an ergonomic chair in a climate controlled, soundproof room, pushing buttons and playing records. This cushy deal gave me a skewed notion of what it means to work hard, and no concept at all of what it is to take real risks.
For me, “Hazardous Working Conditions” meant we were out of free coffee.
Occasionally I would lean back in the chair while listening to a record and would picture the path the music took – flowing out of the CD player through the mixing board, surging out of the building to the base of the transmitting tower, racing 1,500 feet to the top, and squirting out an invisible fountain of music, spraying the unsuspecting city with the sound of bagpipes playing the Theme From The Magnificent 7.
“What does it look like from up there,” I wondered. And “who goes up there to change the light bulb?”
These guys do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhtgsAXmz7U
If you can’t watch for technical reasons or won’t watch for due to height sensitivity or just plain wanting to keep your sanity, I’ll tell you it’s a stomach-churner. Nothing bad happens but the tower does get narrower and the ladder smaller and smaller as they near the top. Imagine standing on a dinner plate 1,700 feet above ground and you’ve got the basic idea.
Uncomfortable with heights? You’re not alone.
Last year a Bengal tiger at a zoo in England made the news for his reluctance to climb off a 15 foot high platform. Hunger and a tasty pig’s head left at ground level eventually convinced him to come down after two days of pacing and worrying.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-I9mnC4wXc
This year they say Tanvir the Tiger is able to go up and down the tower without a problem, pig’s head or no.
Ever conquer a phobia?
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Greetings! I’ve been missing the Trail lately. We’re in the middle of moving and I didn’t have computer or internet most of last week. Still settling in here.
I think I’ve overcome my phobia of talking to people over the years. After watching that video, I hope those guys are paid well. I didn’t hear the audio portion — did they say how long it took them to climb that tower? Plus they need to be in excellent physical condition and not have bad feet walking on skinny ladder rungs — that’s a major workout.
Even the ladder rungs got skinnier and shorter and seemed to go on forever when I thought they had reached the top already. Amazing!
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I wondered where you had been. Glad you are back!
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Noticed you were absent, Joanne. Take care, all of you all.
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Welcome back Joanne. I want to mention a concern that Catherine and I have discussed: how do we sustain this blog by recruiting new baboons? There has to be some level of critical mass, below which you don’t have enough people to carry on an engaging discussion. The radio signal used to be the recruiting agent. Now we seem to be in a world where it is easy to lose a member from time to time and no way to attract new ones.
Let’s give this some thought and talk sometime.
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I have invited two friends who I know would make good additions, but they have not responded; they are no doubt surprised that I am on a blog. I am surprised, surprised a blog of this character exists. It’s hard to explain. Maybe they came and looked. It might be a little intimidating for me and them if they did. We all project a persona on here, and that may have over time developed into something a bit different than the persona we have shown to our friends and family. My son, I am sure, thinks that of me when he reads this (has posted twice). Inviting friends has other possible downsides. But I cannot see any other way to do it.
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Glad you’re back, Joanne. Are you still in Big Lake?
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Thank you all for your kind words. Yes, we’re still in Big Lake just a couple miles from our other house. It’s a nicer, newer home, but after the foreclosure, it’s a rental. That being the case, we just spent $100 on furniture glides so we don’t put holes in carpet or linoleum accidentally. But all is well. Wells Fargo will have an interesting time selling our house as there are several other foreclosures within a couple blocks that aren’t selling either. Plus, it was ALL electric baseboard heat — very expensive and inefficient. As part of the move to be more efficient by shaming you, we got these letters from Connexus showing us how “bad” we are compared to neighbors with our outrageous electricity usage. humpf … like I didn’t know …
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hope the new home brings new circumstances and you get over the hump. we are with you. enjoy the new digs
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I will be making exactly that move in a month or three, except for the baseboard heat. Trying to gird my fears, feelings, fobias, and frettings for it . . .
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Sorry there was the necessity of moving in your world – that kind of forced move can’t be fun. Good to know you didn’t have to move far (and you moved to better heating).
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Our house is all electric heat. In the ceiling upstairs; baseboard downstairs. But with the ‘Dual Fuel’ rate on the water heater and electricity for the heat (separate meter) it’s only $.04 / Kwh…
I have no idea how that compares to Natural Gas or LP…
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Rise and Shine Babooners:
Glorious day yesterday, and it appears this week will follow in the same manner! My favorite kind of weather, despite the declining light!
This question brings up a bittersweet memory. My kindergarten experience in 1958 was a nightmare that caused me to have a school phobia. I started all day kindergarten 3 days after my fifth birthday as one of a class of 44 children. The teacher, Miss Jesse Frazier, hated children, believed all children should be spanked twice a year, and used a dunce’s cap. That school year was terrifying. Miss Frazier spanked me a lot and I was sent to the Principal’s office frequently because I was too afraid of her to speak. First grade was not as scary, but I did not learn much.
When I started second grade my family had moved over the summer from a tiny town in SW Iowa to a much “larger” town in NW Iowa where there was a college my parents had attended. My mom got a teaching job there with her 2 year teaching degree and could finish her four year degree. After 2 years of neurological symptoms, my father had been diagnosed with MS. The symptoms caused him to retire at age 29 from a career in the Extension Service.
Because of all this the changes in our family were like an earthquake that year. When the day came to start my new school, I was terrified. What if it was like kindergarten in the old school? I could not eat, I threw up everything, and I was paralyzed. I could not make myself walk to school. My mother arranged for my aunt to take me to school, then for me to eat lunch with her at lunch times. Then Mom read to me in the evenings from “Little House in the Big Woods.” I was such a poor reader that she bought my a set of basic readers so I could practice reading to her and my little sister and brother. Slowly things got better. At first I was in the “dumbest” reading group, The Robins, but I got promoted to the medium group, “The Bluebirds.” I felt better. Then I was able to walk to school with friends, then to eat lunch in the lunchroom at school. I learned to play jacks at recess. That felt even better. By Christmas, it was fine. I went to school every day without a problem.
For the rest of my life I have thought if I could overcome that, I can do anything.
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That’s a dramatic and moving story, Jacque. Look how far you have come: from a lowly Robin to one of the most valued Baboons!
Your mother sounds like a terrific person, too.
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When my siblings and I talk about Mom we paraphrase a quote from Dickens: “She was the best of times, the worst of times.”
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glad to hear you overcame the teachers form hell and the damage they did. it is amazing what they put up with i the old days. when i think of the teachers and the screwed up baggage they brought into the classrooms they had it is amazing we don’t have more problem kids out there. i guess we all learn to survive in our own way. you turned out pretty good. well done.
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Wow, Jacque! What a horrifying start to your school years. You seem to have done very well. It has been a pleasure to get to “know” you and to read your positive, well-written posts (not to mention your recipes!)
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In 45 years in education I have developed few, but a few, hard and fast convictions about teaching, for after all, remember that educators deal with the human mind and spirit, and what is more unfathomable and variable. But these two I believe strongly. Frist remember that by educators, I also mean parents. Parents are the first, most important, and last educators of their children:
1. Attitude is the most important and most constant thing we teach. We cannot avoid teaching attitude; we, in fact, teach it best more indirectly than directly.
2. Self-esteem is an over-rated concept; however, it does matter. Positive self-image is only taught indirectly and in small increments over a long period of time. Negative self-image can be taught directly and very quickly.
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i am going to think about this one clyde. i like it and it feels like it deserves the chance to soak in. talk more about it please.
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Wow, Jacque. Glad you got through it.
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Jacque, was you kdgn. in a parochial school, by chance? Glad you’re a survivor.
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Amazing – glad there was the ability to move someplace new and start fresh. Kindergarten should be a magical time, not scary. Clearly you were able to overcome that experience and grow up to be a smart, witty person who can speak up. 🙂
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Nope — Public School. Later I found out that the teacher had been burned in a fire, scarring her arms and torso. She always wore Victorian clothing — long sleeves, high neck to cover the physical scars. Clearly that did not handle the emotional scars she must have carried.
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Wow, is it really a slow enough morning that I’m on first? (Who’s on second?…) Phobias? Well, only the usual stuff – a fear of wetting the bed at sleepovers (age and a few dry nights got me over that one), fear of not doing a new job well (again, time and a few good days gets past that, too). Honest to gosh phobia? Not that I recall. Biggest fear is probably losing my sight, and there isn’t much I can do to prevent that happening if it’s in the cards for me to lose it someday (except eat my dark leafy greens and carrots and hope for improved medical technology).
For the record – I don’t like heights. But I’m selective. Way up high on a dinner plate – no way. Way up high in a building looking down, sure. 20 feet up on an extension ladder? Nope. 20 feet up on scaffolding? That’s fine. Top of a slide – you bet. On a roof – not so much. Oddly selective.
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Phew – I was a bit surprised that I might be the early bird today. Guess I needed to refresh the page before I posted. Third feels better. 😉
BTW – I left a message for our missing baboon, Sherrilee over the weekend. She has not called back yet. I am Officially Worried.
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Anna, I often find that by the time I enter my comment several new comments have been posted. I am slow posting because I have to edit my sloppy writing and even then miss some of my typos and bad spelling. I am not sure that it would work to hit refresh to see new posted comments before entering a comment because, as far as I can tell, hitting refesh will eliminate the comment that you have written that has not been posted.
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I have fear of the same thing, Jim, so I highlight and copy my entry before I refresh, and then paste it in.
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Thanks, Barbara. Now I know how to do that.
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I use the Reply box for shorter comments. I’ve had a few lost messages and double posts doing that, however. For comments more than a few sentences I write in Word and copy the message. If you hit refresh before posting, you see where the discussion is. Then you can position your reply, hit paste and Post Comment. If something goes willywacky you still have your comment intact.
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i have the advantage of diarrhea brain directly onto the page. spelling and punctuation slow me down. gotta type and send or it will never get done. i have noticed i make an error every now and again with some of these finer points.
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Good Morning Brave People or Not,
I am in the not so brave group when it comes to tall places. I can over come this fear with practice, but generally I am still afraid of heights. The practice I am talking about is from when I worked on a roofing crew. Once I had some practice working on roofs, I could do it without fear. I still don’t mind going up on roofs, but I don’t like any other high places.
It would be very hard or impossible for me to climb a tall radio tower. I don’t know why some people walk right over to the edge of a high place. Don’t they know that the edge of the place they are standing could crumble and they could die? I’m not taking that risk.
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Good for you Jim, overcoming a fear of heights. I knew a guy in college who worked on roofs one summer to finance his college. One day he was up near the gable of this old roof of a two-story Colonial home, squatting on his heels. He began to slide down the roof. To halt his slide, he reached out for a shingle. It plucked out from the roof. He reached out again on the other side. That shingle popped out. He described going slowly down the whole roof snapping out shingles left and right until he hit the gutter and tumbled into the shrubs below.
Most of us, I think, have had days like that. You start sliding toward disaster. Every time you try to save yourself it doesn’t work. And on a truly bad day, you slide down the roof so slowly you have a lot of time to think about what is happening.
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Yesterday was like that for me…
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i hope the earth crumbles beneath my feet and i go crashing to my fiery death from the 89th floor of a high rise. much better than a slow fade. i tell my kids that you can be careful but be careful not to be acing yourself out of fun by imagining all the possible problems that can exist. you can absolutly take the fun out of just about everything if you stop to consider the possibilities. go forth and prosper baboons
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Tim, your right, but I’m still am not willing to stand near the edge of any high places.
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Curses on you, Dale, for that video. Lucky me to start a new week with a video that made me almost sick with fear. I can not list any phobias I have beaten. Phobias, if they get together to talk and smirk, could list several victories over me.
My little bungalow has a roof that is more flat than not and about 12 feet above the ground on the east side. Shortly after buying this place I heedlessly charged up a ladder to adjust the aim of our TV antenna. I was still there an hour later, hyperventilating and hanging on to the chimney for dear life. My wife thought it would be humiliating to involve the fire department to get me down, so she called in a neighbor who talked me down like those scenes in movies where the pilot of a plane has a heart attack and some cool-headed person on the ground talks to a passenger with no flying experience, guiding him through the process of reaching the ground safely.
The older I get, the phobier I get.
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thats a great story to tell on yourself you phobie old guy you.
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No real phobias here-just a squeamishness around wild birds and snakes, and a dislike of heights. I’m seeing a few people with spider phobias these days. My goal is to get them to use only one or two squirts from the bug spray can instead of the whole can, or else to get to the point where they can scoop the spider up and take it gently outside. Phobias are pretty easy to treat, actually.
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Agreed, steve. I am officially POed at Dale for the stills; no way I would watch the videos. The topic is enough. Remember the old Gooseberry Bridge? Would not walk across it as a child. Could barely do it as a 50-year-old. I am not even going to name my other great phobia, neither of which I have even the slightest chance of conquering.
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Morning!
Great story Dale!
I don’t mind heights but there’s ‘heights’ and then there’s that video! Wow, kinda cool…. but sheez. I showed this to my wife last week and she said she was glad I didn’t have that job. I said the climb up would kill me. Whew.
We have two towers on our property that are 245′ tall. Shortly after one was finished I decided to crawl up. At 120′ I decided that was high enough… it didn’t look that high from the ground! I took some pictures and came back down.
Phobias; I’ve overcome my fear of spiders… to the point that I don’t scream like a baby when I see one. The big fat brown ones with the huge fangs still creep me out but I don’t run screaming from the room before I drop a dictionary on them…(inside joke for my family).
Still have a phobia about the dentist. The dentist I grew up with epitomized the ‘evil doctor’ from movies; long dark stairwell up to his office that smelled like rubbing alcohol; white smock buttoned at the neck, deep evil laugh– not to mention he told me stories of being a dentist in WWI or II and the men had to peddle the drill while he worked on them! Augh!!
My dentist now is a very nice man but boy… I can work myself into a frenzy just thinking about having to go “To The DENTIST”! scary music plays
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“Older I get the phobier I get.” Must be true, Steve, because last week you told us your fears new were Tom Emmer and opening your bank statement.
I get sort of less phobier. Snakes still startle me when they are suddenly underneath me, but other than that they do not ge to me the way they did. I am sort of more fatalistic; so phobias are weaker.
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You show a keen interest in my phobias, Clyde! Are you with the CIA? FBI? MI5? United Nations Black Helicopter Patrol? Are you keepin’ a file on me??????
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Great stories here! I’ll have to watch the video later. I didn’t used to, but I’ve come to fear being up high, so hiking my isn’t as adventurous as it used to be. I don’t like to be up on ladders over 10 feet, am not nearly as helpful on “upper” house projects as I once was.
There are other kinds of fears, though, of being last or left out, the only one who doesn’t know something… Over the weekend I must have left about a hundred posts trying to learn how to do the italics and the bold , etc. Thanks to Anna, finally got it, I think.
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Good point Barbara- I have fears of finding a parking space sometimes… crazy, I know! What would create that kind of fear? Was I stuck in the car as a child circling the block?? Perhaps it was actually *finding* a spot at the dentist’s office??
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Is that a phobia? I do that and with similar details; and my daughter even more so. How terrible it is to watch your children with your faults.
My son did choose a wonderful bride, surely has some key perosnality traits in common with his mother. We lose them tomorrow.
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i love the tingle in your legs when you are getting so high that it starts messing with you. i guess thats the adrenilen rush they talk about thrill seekers going after. i don’t go after it but i have caught myself laughing at how tinggely it feels as i am doing a high flying routine. a bunch of years ago i was with one of my kids as a chaperone at a survival wilderness camp down by lonsdale (eagles nest is a great place) and the highlight of the deal was the ropes course where you climb up and do all sorts of stuff going from station one where you walk on the rickety boards to the single wire under you feet with the two ropes on the side for you hands to use like railings then the thing where you grab the handles like a bicycle handle bars and slide down to the ground as the grand finale. there was a girl who was absolutley terrified. the coach trainer had done 10 other kids who needed a nudge. this kid just wasn’t going. i was ther to encourage her and got out in front of her with my back to the course and talked her into taking hte first step. she did but she was crying pretty convincingly as she stepped. i told her just to lok at me and not look down just take the next step. she was crying and stepping and crying and stepping. i was trying to go as fast as i could because she was enjoying it so little. we made really good time and when i got to the end i realized i had done the whole thing going backwards without thinking about it and she was so numb from just getting through it that there was only a moment for us to congradulate her bravery and move on to the next thing which was how to build a fire or read a compass. it is a fun memory. i am not particulary brave but have to deal with stuff as it comes up on a regular basis and choose to challange myself rather than to do the avoidance option.
i cant think of anything that would qualify as a fobia. i hate the sound of chewing ice cubes and potato chips but thats a wierd quirky disabler i get to deal with rather than a phibia.
welcome back joanne.
steve its good to know you are human.
lets talk more about recruitrment. i spread the word this weekend at the john prine concert to a couple of guys who were there and a got to chatting with. they heard morning show and radio heartland and were all ears. we will see if they remember how to find the sight and if they do anything more than lurk when they enter. but thats how we introduce the new folks i guess.
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Reminds me of this hyperventilation-inducing hiking video during which nothing could pry my grip from the arms of my chair.
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Lost my html tags. Another try.
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whoaaaaaa!!!
i love that one. that gets my legs tingling. i have done walks like this but the vertical tower was interesting in a different way. i kept looking at the sky wondering how long until those clouds blew in with a 40 mph wind, with the hike i was locked into the trail. i kept wanting to look over the side though. i am a sicko!!
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Great story, Tim. I want to call attention to a theme in it that needs to be appreciated: it is often easier to be brave for someone else than when you are thinking only about yourself. Single moms are often heroic because they have to be, for to show fear to the little one would be a great unkindness.
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“Gravel Pit Girl”? Never heard that one before. Love it.
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OT (but when did that slow me down?) Writer’s Almanac is good today.
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Count me among those who are just not going to watch this one. I’ll take everyone’s word for it.
I have the selective heights thing and most especially Jim’s “edge” fear. My problem is not so much that I think the edge will crumble (although that thought occurs too), but more that I am going to fling myself off. Sounds crazy, but I have met others with the same problem.
On the other hand, I have no trouble either going myself or sending the s&h up the ladder for gutter detail (this weekend’s accomplishment) or reaching out on a cat-walk to hang lights (although that was a long time ago-I could probably still do it).
Mountain climbing is good too, but doubt I’ll ever go up in the St Louis Arch or Sears (or whatever they are now calling it) again.
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MIG – I understand about that “throwing self off” thing, tho’ I’ve never been in any real danger, just can imagine it — how wierd is that. There’s a short story by Edgar Allen Poe called The Imp of the Perverse that you should read…
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On the other hand, I do get somewhat white-knuckled while driving across large bodies of water on bridges. I have a horror of ending up in the water in a submerged car. It doesn’t keep me from driving across bridges, though.
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The Bay Bridge across the Chesapeake is oriented in such a way that as you are going TO the beach from DC, it gently curves along and has a nice high guard rail. On your way home, as it is getting dark and you are tired, the curve of the bridge makes you feel that you are constantly about to drive into the bay. I swear the guardrail is lower too.
It did nothing for my fear of driving off to later hear that indeed, a truck did just that.
I loved going to the beach in the fall (surf fishermen, horseshoe crabs, warm caramel corn and coffee and no crowd), but always had to steel myself for the drive home.
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As I recall, there is also a bridge/tunnel contraption across/under Chesapeake Bay that I was once on and I absolutely hated it. Tunnels under the ocean floor are scary. I don’t know if I could ride through the Chunnel.
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Hi all!
I’m alive and well… thanks Anna for calling me yesterday. By the time I got the message it was too late to call back. Suffice it to say that anyone who thinks the travel industry is glamorous — well, all I have to say is “ha, ha, ha, ha”. Just finished up last week on a four-month project that made me understand what it feels like to get sucked into a black hole.
I’ve missed you guys. And Dale, I didn’t even open up the video today. Any discussion of standing on plates high in the air is enough to make me queezy. Like many I am not fond of heights — I have to close my eyes when movies and tv do those look-down-into-the-buildings-from-above shots. About 15 years ago, I had the opportunity to go to East Africa and one of the optional activities was a hot air balloon ride. I had never before contemplated going in a hot air balloon, but for some reason that fact that it was Africa made me consider it. It was such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I decided I had to try it. And it was marvelous — for some reason it didn’t seem so daunting once we were up in the air. Because of that experience, I’ve ballooned twice more (nowhere nearly as exotic as Africa however). But I am still afraid to climb up the ladder to change the light on the back porch and I still have to look away when movies and tv shows do high shots. What gives?
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Hello.
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Welcome back, Sherrilee! We missed you.
Sorry about the black hole. They suck, don’t they? Are you still thinking of hosting the book club meeting Sunday?
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Gosh – now I remember why Glass Palace was on my nightstand the last few weeks. It’s about the only thing I DID get read the last couple of months.
I’m still happy to host on Sunday… I’ll check in on Blevin’s Book Club!
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Good to have you back, Sherrilee.
The contrast between hot air balloon bravery and the step stool shakes is wonderful. I’m sure you’re not the only one who feels that way.
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Oh phew. So glad you’re back Sherrilee and that it was merely a black hole and not something more dire. If I remember right from my long-ago reading of Stephen Hawking’s “A Brief History of Time” black holes do emit things…just not often or much, so I’m glad yours emitted you back to us. I missed you!
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Sherilee, welcome back to the trail!
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Anna – at least you remember something useful from “A Brief History“. All I can remember is the illustration of what would happen to a dog if it were two-dimensional; it was flying apart since its alimentary canal cut it in two. Classic example of a best-selling book that no one read, or if they did, no one understood!
I’m glad to be spit back out of the black hole and returned to my kindred spirits.
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Glad to have you return.
I also did not open the tower piece. Heights are not my thing!
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I am officially pouting and grousing and tantruming. I just had the WORST DAY. I started off with my school phobia memory, which I was not sure if I should post, but I did. Then I went to work (Monday is usually a day off) to get caught up, and ended up feeling more overwhelmed. I also found out my assistant has been making some serious errors. I got home to make supper and found most of my pasta and grains had mealy bugs. I hate mealy bugs. Blevins might like them, though. Kind of like nits, I suppose. LIFE IS NOT FAIR.
Jacque and Her Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad DAY.
OK, I’m done now.
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Some days are like that, even in Australia. Put on your choo choo train jammies and get a good night’s sleep. And if it’s not better tomorrow, administer chocolate.
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Maybe even my thumb and blankie!
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May tomorrow be a better day, Jacque! Hopefully it will be as gorgeous as it was today…
Really glad to have you back, Sherrilee.
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Wow, more than usual today I realize what a community this is. How heartening it is to have “back in the fold” a couple of people who were away for a time. Glad to know you all!
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You say it well, B in R. (Your trial and error posts were too cute!) Nice people are drawn to nice people, I always say, although certainly someone else said it first.
I watched the video – cannot imagine! How do you reckon those guys mentally prepare before they climb?
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Xanax?
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Kind of late to post, but I just returned from Bismarck with my three high school musicians. They all said they sounded better at home than they did with their lessons. I was sorry to hear about the horrible day that Jacque had. I grieve with you, Jacque. I know of which you speak. There are so many hoops and regulations that mental health practitioners have to satisfy perfectly. My 97 mile trip back from Bismarck was delightful as I listened to the young ones talk of their favorite composers as they discussed their love of Vivaldi (for his violin concertos), Clementi (for his piano sonatinas) and Weber (f0r his clarinet music). They give me hope. Have a good night, all. Husband is pickling beets.
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sherrilee, i am so glad you are ok. how long was it? couple of weeks? couldn’t remember when we last heard from you.
jacque, peace
renee, glad to hear you have such a nice group. are you good enough to bring other contemporaries into the conversation or are you one who sits back and listens. i get accused of being ward cleaver regularly.
loved the day dale, thanks for the fun clip and look where it led.
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I listen, but I also mentioned my deep regard for Bartok, which led to a discussion of the wonderful string quartets.
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fantstic. enjoy the year. satie is a fun topic to drop. love his stuff.
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