Musings for January 15, 2019

sun melting the snow 20190115The sun came out for the first time in four days. It’s comparative warmth (41 so far) is welcome and it has begun to melt our 4 inches of snow

January sun greetings–Hello Sun,  where have you been?  We’ve missed you Bro.  Looking forward to you melting all of the snow and ice around here.

  July sun greetings–Hello Sun.  You here again, Bro?  Where’re the clouds to blunt your heat? I need some ice water to drink.  You’re melting me.

Bloom where you are planted, but you may have to move the pot.  We had to move the lemon tree three times before finally finding the spot it liked.  Last Spring, we placed it in the living room.  By mid summer it had dropped so many leaves that moved it to the back porch, where we figured it would die by fall when the temperatures dropped.   The plant looked healthy in early fall so we brought it indoors to the family room.  It began to produce small buds.  Now many of those buds have blossomed.  If we can figure out how to pollinate the flowers with a Q-tip without killing the buds, we may actually get lemons.  We can maybe even make lemonade (althought I’d rather make lemoncello.)

lemon tree in bloom 20190115

The House has stripped Steve King (R- Iowa) from all of his committee assignments because of his white nationalist comments. Are Republicans using him as a proxy for what they might have wished to say to the President?

You may be right, (dead right).  In the gym parking lot, two coeds ambled across the parking lot with utter disregard for any cars that might have been pulling into or out of parking spots.   Fortunately, a third coed driving a BMW was paying attention and let them have the right of way.  As she turned the corner of the parking lot, a large amount of snow fell off the back of her car where she had not bothered to finish clearing it off over 24 hours after the snow had ceased falling.   There was no poetic justice because the two ambling coeds had already passed the spot where the snow fell.


Alone–It Depends Upon Your Perspective

All by myself
Don’t wanna be
All by myself
From The Song All By Myself by Celine Deon
What does it mean to be alone?  Are you truly isolated by distance, love, feelings, incarceration, faith, being marooned in a distant spot?   Is being alone the same as being lonely?
lone cypres aloneFrom this perspective, the famous Lone Cypress along 17 Mile Drive in Pebble Beach looks quite alone.  It stands alone on its point, the other cypress trees are not visible from this angle.  The haze on the early morning sea seems to heighten the feeling of isolation.
In this picture, you can see the branches of another cypress tree in the foreground solone cypress with perspective that Lone Cypress has neighbors.  Do you have neighbors or friends nearby that you do not notice because of your perspective of being alone?  Sometimes the neighbors may have a different, if not better, perspecive than you do. If you both branch out, you may find a common point of view.
Audrey Hepburn famously said “I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone.”
Do you just want to be left alone, or do you want to be alone?  Sometimes we do find our own company the best at a particular point in time.
Do you make a  point of being alone on your point?  Can you see others in the distance but do not feel drawn to them for whatever reason?
Does being a self-diagnosed Introvert or Extrovert add credence to your point of separateness?  Is that the same as isolation?
Is no man (or woman) truly an island?
lone cypress--not really alone
Did you notice how the perspective of the Lone Cypress changes as you move from picture to picture?  It all depends upon which point you stand on to survey what or who is around you.

When Living on the Edge Gives You a Story to Tell

This is unlike any other living on the edge story you are likely to read.   It does not involve living in the fast lane, going outside your comfort zone, or even starting anything new.

It’s a heads or tails kind of story.  You flip a coin:  heads you do it one way and tails you do it another.  One time I was trying to decide what to have for lunch.  Heads would be go out, tails would be eat in.  I searched my pants pocket and pulled out a nickel.

I flipped the nickel.  It did not land on its head.  It did not land on its tail.  It landed on its edge.  Our old stereo had a plastic lid over the turntable.  We had moved and the movers had placed one of their inventory tags on the turntable.  When the tag was removed it  left a sticky residue which had never been cleaned off.  The nickel landed on that residue and did not roll off or fall over.

nickel--recreation of its side view

I have never seen a coin do that and have never heard anyone say that they have had a coin that landed on its edge.

This picture is a recreation of nickel that has landed on its side or edge.

Since the coin could not tell me what to do, I made a sandwich at home and ate it outside.  I am not sure that this would have worked with a smaller coin.  Any other coins I have ever tossed have either landed on their heads or their tails.

Bibliophile Killed by Toppled Bookshelf

book shelves falling overBefore you begin staying awake nights obsessing that your overflowing bookshelf will smother you in your sleep, THIS IS FAKE NEWS.  It is also a catchy lead into why you should buy more books than you’ll ever read

Surrounding yourself by books (read or unread) is a way to jumpstart your creativity. There is a lot of untapped knowledge stored in those physical or virtual volumes.

Although I personally disagree with the term “antilibrary”:

An antilibrary is a powerful reminder of your limitations — the vast quantity of things you don’t know, half-know, or will one day realize you’re wrong about. By living with that reminder daily you can nudge yourself toward the kind of intellectual humility that improves decision-making and drives learning.

My husband wants me to get rid of the cutter that lines the walls of our bedroom. I want to tell him, it’s not clutter, just reservoirs of knowledge I have not yet acquired. It’s also a sign of my comparative modesty because it is a visual reminder of what I do not yet know.

Library Carrels III: Deck the Shelves

Deck the Shelves

Deck the shelves with books in order

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Now’s the time to ease disorder

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Don we now our reading glasses

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

As through the shelves we make our passes

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

The LC system is our bible

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Dewey is it’s closest rival

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First the number, then the cutter

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Such details are our bread and butter

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Now in order, on the shelves

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

You can find the books yourselves

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

No more searching high and low

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

You’ve found your books, so please now go.

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Library Carrels II: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

That glorious book of old

Was finally returned in the book drop

It’s worth it’s weight in gold

It was a valuable, gorgeous book

When from it’s shelf it left

Some think it was checked out by mistake

But I think it may have been theft

Though not a Shakespeare portfolio

Or printed by Gutenberg’s press

It’s provenance was  distinguished enough

It’s disappearance created a mess

The Head Librarian was almost sacked

Her future was looking quit dim

The security camera captured the deed

When the volume was returned by him.


Library Carrel I: Silent Night

Silent Night

Silent Night, Lovely Night

Not a single cellphone in sight

Students are studying, it’s final exams4_JWG_West_Point_Library_c1900

Last minute worriers are starting to cram

Hope that all of you pass

If you fail then you’re out on your ass

Library at Night book jacket

Silent Night, Will Be  a Long Night

Open 24 hours ’til relief is in sight

No backup available, no one is on call

After midnight there’s a funereal pall

I’m looking for anyone around

For once I would to like to hear sound.





Fit for Christmas

The day after Thanksgiving, I  tried on my Christmas outfit.

Which did not fit

So I had a hissy fit.

Bought a Fitbit

And went to the gym where I was a misfit.

But I would not quit, not a little bit

Each day 10,000 steps was my goal to hit

When my meal was done my eating had to quit

No more tasting an extra morsals within my orbit

Now I’m leaner and a tad more fit.

I wish this were the truth, it’s still a goal.