VS and YA are out and about this week. A few clues:
Where are we?
Our family often exclaims sympathetically “Bad News Bears” when we hear about the bad luck of others. For the most part, we and our family and friends have not experienced much bad luck, save for one of my uncles who had years of successive crop failures. He was still able to sell his farm when he retired and buy a nice house in town, though.
Today is the anniversary of the bad luck of a woman baseball fan who was at a Phillies game in 1957 when one of the players fouled and the ball hit her in the face and broke her nose. As she was being carried by stretcher from the ball park, the same player fouled a second time and the ball hit her again. Bad News Bears!
Tell some tales of woe.
Today’s post comes from Linda.
One of the projects I have been putting off way too long, and finally got to this summer, was to re-roof an old birdhouse I’d gotten from one of my gardening clients. It’s a very old weathered wood house that had been chewed on by a critter of some sort, and I had put it aside when the old roof fell apart.
I rounded up the wood scraps, saw, hammer, nails, ruler and pencil necessary to play Norm Abram for an hour, and hung the completed project on a panel of the old gazebo out back.
I felt rather pleased to be able to check it off my to-do list, but even more pleased when two days later I spotted some nesting material poking out of the opening.
After consulting a local wild bird store, I invested in some live mealworms to help provide a steady food supply for the parents and the offspring that were likely to follow soon. One of the parent birds became quite bold when s/he realized what I was delivering, and would come perch on the feeder while I sprinkled the mealworms from the container. The birds became a bit shy when I tried to film them, but I captured a few short videos of feeding time.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/l17jw3bbm3u7vjw/wren2.mov?dl=0
The activity intensified when the little ones hatched out. They were hungry, and talked about it a lot. The bold little wren actually brushed a wing against my hand one morning in its eagerness to get breakfast started. I was a little concerned that it was becoming too tame for its own good!
Do you cut corners on safety when you’re in a hurry? Do you worry about your family and friends who do?
Our son texted us earlier this week to tell us that our two year old grandson said “Mommy, put on your listening ears and give me some goldfish crackers.” Son wrote “He’s using our weapons against us!”
I thought it was pretty funny, and told our son it only meant that grandson was understanding what they were telling him and doing some pretty creative problem solving as well
What do you think are the most effective forms of discipline or behavior management? How have you tried to change others’ behavior, either at home or in the workplace? Include pets.
Last week was my birthday. I learned a long time ago that I don’t want to wait around to have friends/family bring celebration to me; if I want a particular celebration, then I just make it happen. I came to this revelation after wasband #1 and I split up. It was Valentine’s Day and I was feeling sorry for myself so I went out and bought myself a small bouquet of flowers, some heart-shaped balloons and a couple of pink frosted donuts with sprinkles (one for me, one for the dog). I had also scored a big box from the new tv of the neighbors (Katy Scarlett loved to sit in big boxes and then eventually destroy them) which I decorated with red and pink markers for her. Turned out to be a great day and a great lesson for myself.
This is not to say that I don’t love what friends/family do for me – I think when folks think of me it means MORE to me because I am self-sufficient in the “celebrate me” arena. This year I had an especially nice surprise. While I was out walking the dog that morning, the little girls next door (Margot and Matilda) came over and did chalk decorations all over my sidewalk. I’m sure they had help from their parents, but the rainbows and butterflies were clearly Margot’s inspiration. It was so touching – it’s still there a week later although getting a little faded from folks walking on it and the couple of rain sprinkles. It was the best birthday wish I got this year!
Do you have a favorite neighbor? Or a not-favorite one?
Daughter told me that when she was at a farmers market in Tacoma last Saturday, she ran into another graduate of Concordia College. (I and both our children graduated from there). I asked her if she knew the person. Daughter said no, but the woman recognized her Concordia ring and identified her as a Cobber. As you can see from the header photo, it is a pretty plain ring and not all that easy to spot on someone else’s hand.
The College magazine is full of stories of Cobbers encountering other Cobbers in odd places, always identifying each other by their rings. “Marlys Swensrud (’64) was surprized to meet up with Lars Lindstrom (’88) on a bird watching trip in Cyprus last August”. You would think all we alums do is stare at people’s hands hoping to find a fellow graduate. It isn’t even that the ring tells much about what sort of people we are, only that we have a shared experience of a certain place. I think that if I wanted to let people know about me by wearing something symbolic, it would be small ceramic pins in the shape of a pie or a garden hoe, or perhaps a Welsh Terrier.
What symbol would you wear to let people know about you? What do you think are some symbols that could identify us as Baboons?
Today’s post comes from Wessew.
That is line from a 1963 Bayer Children’s aspirin commercial. The little boy makes an inquiry of his playmate’s health and receives reassurance from her mother that things will be fine. His delightful response? “Mothers are like that. Yeah, they are.”
With the C-19 pandemic, many of us have heard similar screening questions. “Pain? Temperature?”
My construction work at medical facilities requires a negative response to gain entrance into the building. I’m quite sure that over these past months that I’ve had my temperature taken a hundred times and it has consistently been 97.5. This is a surprise, as I recollect normal body temperature being 98.6 or did Keith mis-inform me with the lyric in his 1967 song:
“Hey, 98.6, it’s good to have you back again! Oh, hey, 98.6, her lovin’ is the medicine that saved me! Oh, I love my baby!”
Somehow “Hey 97.5” doesn’t work as a lyric.
Do you have a favorite fever song?
I thought about The Wonderful Wizard of Oz on our recent trip to Brookings, SD, as we drove through Edgely, ND and Aberdeen, SD on our way. Frank Baum lived in Aberdeen around the time he wrote the book, and the girl he used as a model for Dorothy was his niece who lived on a god forsaken farm near Edgely. (That girl’s daughter became the first woman senator from ND). The area is pretty swampy and remote, in the James River Valley, close to the Red River Valley, but without the good soil. I confess I never read Baum’s book, but I really liked Wicked, which was the story told from the point of view of the Wicked Witch of the West.
I liked Jane Eyre as a teen, but I really liked Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys, which is the story told from the point of view of the first Mrs. Rochester.
I suppose one could argue that writing a story from the point of view of another character from an established novel or story is an easy way to make a buck, but I think it is so interesting to consider. I also don’t know how they figure out copyright and royalty issues, but it must be doable.
What novel or story would you like to see written from another character’s point of view? What novel or story would you like to see written from the point of view of a character from a completely different novel or story?
I can get really dirty when I’m working in the yard and putting in a new fence post this week made for TWO seriously dirty days.
The fence was initially installed in the end of April 1991, right after I moved in, so I didn’t have to take the dogs out on leashes six or seven times a day so they could do their business. One of the fence posts was replaced years ago and the others have slowly deteriorated over time. I have a huge black steel fence post “holder” keeping one up and my handy man did a serious MacGyver on another one last November when the ground was already frozen. YA and I decided to replace the saggiest one and see what lessons we learned before attempting the MacGyvered one.
All the online advice talks about how hard it is to get the previous concrete out and they weren’t kidding. The hole was humungous because we couldn’t get any leverage in a smaller hole. We finally got down to where we needed to be and we measured the post and I sawed it off to the right height. Then on Day 2 we got an ugly surprise; the very corner where there post needed to go had an old remnant of the initial fence post. Believe me when I tell you it doesn’t take thousands of years for old wood to calcify. It took an hour, a saw, a drill with 2 different bits, one dandelion digger that didn’t survive the ordeal and a hammer to finally clear that corner.
So the post is in, I’ve taken another super serious shower and some ibuprofen for my sore shoulders. YA and I had lunch after we had finished and we both agreed that we learned a lesson that we could apply to the gate post – that we were hiring someone else to do it!
Any projects that you’ve gotten dirty doing?
Last week I got bitten by a bee, on my bottom lip. I felt the bee start to fly in my mouth (I’m sure that’s not where he/she meant to go) and I spit it out pretty quickly, but not before I got a mild sting. No big swelling, no allergic reaction but it did hurt for a few days. On Day 3, if I looked REALLY hard, I could see a teeny whitish blister. Kinda. Certainly no one else could see it, including YA.
Then on Monday, while hammering a nail in the bathroom, I missed the nail and whacked by left index finger something good. I swore so loudly that I had to go apologize to the neighbors. It really hurt. No bruise, no blood under the fingernail. Nothing except for the lingering soreness.
Now I don’t know about you but I think if you get hurt enough that it still hurts after a day or so, you should get a little bruise or a blister or something. It doesn’t have to be some egregious wound, just a little badge of honor for your pain.
Have you ever received a trophy (or badge or prize)?
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