Monthly Archives: August 2024

#uno in the oro league! at least for ‘deux minutes.’

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a couple of weeks ago

i decided to finally learn italian

something i’ve wanted to do for a long time

half of my family hertiage is italian

though few of us know more than a minimum of words

 i find it to be such a poetic language

musical and pleasant to the senses.

one day i hope to visit italia

and even use some of what i’ve learned.

so here i am

at the top of my game

for a couple of short minutes

in my online duo lingo class

not the most thorough or intense course

often like a game show format

but non-judgmental

a good beginning

and i’m learning some things.

i am now at the point where

if anyone would like to order

a croissant, a coffee, even with cream.

in italian

i am ready and happy to help.

even though i’ve begun italian

i still carry

some crumbs of french from way back:

‘je suis fatigue.’

(i am tired) – use as needed

21 years of pre-k spanish:

‘hola! hay una pinata?’

(hi, is there a pinata?) –  also as needed

a lifetime of english, still in process:

(‘what the heck is going on?’) – again as needed, and used often

i will soon be heading to portugal

where none of these languages are spoken

but

the more i learn, the more i know, and the more i know, the more i can,

just kind of mash them all together

use my hands a lot

smile

 try to do my best to communicate.

all while hopefully

not offending anyone,

getting engaged,

eating any weird meat products,

or adopting a child who i would have to clear through customs.

‘sliante!’ – (cheers!) to all of you-

 because the other side of my family are irish

and this may well be the only word any of us knows of it.

‘learning another language is not only learning different words for the same things,

but learning another way to think about things.’

– flora lewis

 

.When thinking in another language, it really changes the way you think,

partly due to the way the language works and partly grasping the culture.

few things are more satisfying than seeing your children have teenagers of their own.~doug larson

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i have a great affection for babies and teens

awkward and gawky and working so hard to be independent

saw this group performing at a local small town event

song full of angst and sass, just wanting to be left alone to party.

what being a teenager is all about

trying on all the faces and seeing what fits 

some things never change just appear in a different form.

 

 

“foolishness, radicalism, morbidity are marks of promising youth, the obvious signs of inward ferment. the melancholy pose, the affectation of pessimism and cynicism, the sentimentality, the conviction of genius, that many of us deplore or deride in certain young people, may be as natural to their age and disposition as the sense of immortality of which Hazlitt writes so feelingly in one of his essays. we should rejoice to find them. they are among the indications of spiritual growth.”

~Robert M. Gay, “As I Laye A-Thynkynge,” The Atlantic Monthly, January 1917

 

secret of the universe.

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my my time spent with friends

brought in the light yesterday

even when it rained. 

 

“i had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”

-donna tartt, the goldfinch

 

 

image credit: cgtn

neither rain, nor sleet, nor children….

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ask anyone in my family

 they’ll tell you

i’m a huge fan of going to the post office

i love mailing hand-written letters

buying cool stamps

 sending packages to my special people

filled with things i just  know they’d love

even though they don’t know it yet.

all this being said

the post office does have

its own huge set of negatives and challenges

as i’ve written about a number of times

and even a bit of a dark past from the early days.

People Used to Mail Their Children Via the Postal Service

(can’t say if i may have wondered if this was an option

during those sleep-deprived times with 3 small children, back in the day,

just kidding for my now-grown and non-mailed children

who i love dearly and are likely to read this.)

When the United States Postal Service launched their parcel service in 1913, Americans immediately began testing its boundaries. People started mailing coffins, eggs, and even dogs, and a few decided to mail the ultimate precious cargo: human children.

The first known case of baby-shipping happened that same year, when an Ohio couple mailed their 10-pound infant to his grandmother a mile away, which cost them about 15 cents. Some kids traveled farther, like 6-year-old Edna Neff, who was mailed 720 miles from Pensacola, Florida, to her father’s home in Christiansburg, Virginia.

There was only a brief window for mailing kids, though; the postmaster general instituted a strict no-humans rule in 1914. At least two more children managed to slip through: Charlotte May Pierstorff was mailed via rail to her grandparents’ house with the appropriate postage stuck to her coat in 1914, but a postal worker relative escorted her (her story was later turned into a children’s book called ‘Mailing May’). The last recorded case was in 1915, when 3-year-old Maud Smith’s grandparents mailed her 40 miles across Kentucky to visit her sick mother. In 1920, the Postal Service declined two applications to mail children who had been listed as “harmless live animals,” a classification for creatures that don’t require food or water on their journey.

Many of us have heard the postal carriers’ motto in one form or another. “Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail shall keep the postmen from their appointed rounds.”

The original saying was spoken about 2500 years ago by the Greek historian, Herodotus. He actually said “Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these courageous couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” This was said during the war between the Greeks and Persians about 500 B.C. in reference to the Persian mounted postal couriers whom he observed and held in high esteem.

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According to the U.S.P.S. they have no slogan at all. The reason it has become identified with the U.S.P.S. is because, back in 1896-97, when the NYC General Post Office was being designed, architect, Mitchell Kendal, came up with the idea of engraving Herodotus’ saying all around the outside of the building.

From that time on the saying has been associated with U.S. postal carriers.

source credit: interesting facts

today, we rest.

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not me, but a cat supermodel, also choosing a day of  rest

wonderful new experiences

being on the other side

at the polls yesterday

good people to work with

city support and check-ins

lots of young people, people who came in the rain, motivated, informed

asking to vote

trouble shooting

problems resolved without issue

good dress rehearsal

for the big show in november

 i learned so very much

from 6am to 10pm.

today, we  rest. 

“in retirement, i look for days off from my days off.”

– mason coole

 

 

 

 

image credit: google images

primary reason.

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today i’ll be working at the polls for our primary

please make sure to vote

with your heart and your mind

if you haven’t already

it can make all the difference

primaries matter.

‘nobody will ever deprive the american people of the right to vote except the american people themselves

and the only way they could do that is by not voting.’

-franklin d. roosevelt

 

 

art credit: shepard fairey

 

to look forward and not back, to look out and not in, and to lend a hand. -edward e. hale

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wi,

this past weekend i took part in a ‘shop with a cop’ event

sponsored by

mott children’s hospital,

the  county sheriff department, local police departments, state troopers,

u.s. marines, and the university of michigan police department

everyone volunteered their time

to take underserved children and their families

 back to school shopping at a local meijer store.

it was beautifully organized

we all met in the morning at the stadium

set up food, games, drinks, tables

met our law enforcement partners for the day

families arrived

we shared a meal with our family and created our shopping team

loaded up on university busses

accompanied by motorcycle cops with lights flashing

the kids were really excited.

when we arrived

we descended upon the store

 masses of uniformed officers and children

must have caused some shoppers to wonder

but everyone got right to work

helping the kids find the things on their lists

along with lots of  extras

at checkout everything was covered

headed back to the stadium

for kona ice, more food, build-a-bear projects, face-painting

checking out the team locker room and playing on the field

by the end of the day

we had shared our stories with each other

learned so much

everyone had bonded

no matter their age, rank, or status.

people were tired and smiling

as they walked out the door

ready for school

headed for home

happy to know

people in the community support them

as a volunteer

this day

was also a gift to me from my community.

“there isn’t anyone you couldn’t love once you’ve heard their story.”

-mary lou kownacki

 

 

 

 

too hot to handle.

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 this new combo

 got me wondering

isn’t this soup meant be a cure-all for any ailment

(i already feel sad for the chickens)

created by grandmothers around the globe

as the medicine for anything from a broken heart to a broken ankle?

when ‘ghost pepper’ enters into the recipe 

(i do not feel sad for the ghost peppers)

it somehow loses the original idea of ‘soothing comfort and a warm hug’

unless the idea it to completely burn out and obliterate any ailment you may have?

and perhaps may have come down with in the future?

your system doesn’t dare, and may never be the same. 

grandma has gone rogue.

she is not messing around anymore. 

“a good spicy challenge strikes a balance between flavour and fear.”

*adam richman

 

*adam richman is an american actor and television host. He has hosted various dining and eating-challenge programs on the travel channel and history channel.

(Luck I.)

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this very moving page popped up on my screen recently

proof once again

that one person’s simple act

can have a huge impact on another

often without  them ever knowing.

profound and quiet kindness

yes.

 

source credit: Luck (I), by Joy Sullivan

Joy lives in Portland, Oregon and is a poet and educator. She has a masters degree in poetry and served as the poet-in-residence for the Wexner Center for the Arts. She also leads live transformative writing workshops for individuals who have experienced trauma and has guest-lectured in classrooms from Stanford to Florida State University.

Joy’s work is a part of The San Marcos Writing Project and is one of over 200 writing project sites in the country devoted to developing teacher leaders that improve the writing and learning of all students.

csusm.edu/education/outreach/smwp.html

climbing out of the rabbit hole.

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follow-up and resolution to yesterday’s post-

after a long spiral down the rabbit hole

in a journey to procure

a throw pillow and a rug

purely on a whim

that i didn’t really need

i went to sleep.

when i woke to a new day

i headed over to pick up my goods

determined to make it work

when i arrived at the store

 shared why i was there

we, as a group

the only three employees and i

discovered that:

my pillow order had been cancelled and refunded

as they were never able to locate it in the store

next up:

they seemed genuinely stumped

when i showed them

the ‘your rug is ready for pickup’  e-mail

sent to me by their company

they each asked my name

looked at my confirmation

typed the order number in their computers

muttered some stuff

looked at each other quizically

and off they all went on the hunt

each in a different direction

when they returned

it was determined that

no one could find it

they discussed it again

one finally looked up and said-

‘oh, i remember finding it last night and putting in the pickup area!’

who knew?

i was not going to leave that store without my rug

so i actively began helping them find it

(do they only carry one of each item?)

they were all looking for a rolled up rug

but i found it folded on shelf instead

in –

‘the pickup area!’

so lucky i am a hobby detective

(even though i have a strong startle response)

with my refund for the pillow they never found

and the discount i battled with ai online to get

my rug ended up extremely well priced

making it even more of a treasure

 last night

i laid on my new rug

without a new festive throw pillow nearby

proud of my crack detective work

exhausted and amused by the crazy process

tomorrow –

who knows what will happen

when i go to the post office and the movies?!!

 

“the only way out of a hole is to climb out.”

-cherly strayed, american author, wild

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: psyschology today