Tuesday, July 29, 2014

29 July 2014: Tuesday ... Mom's 83rd birthday ... Christine's lesson of patience in yoga ... Nick's call ... NV's call ... Uncle Nick's call ... flowers from Acme ... a herd of deer by JDHS

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The array of flowers and cards for Mom's birthday.

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Mom poses behind orchids sent by Doug. 

It is so easy to break out of a routine and settle back into lethargy and renew that sense of incompetence. Yet, to learn patience -- represented so aptly by breathing in yoga and the focus of Christine's class this morning -- is to be able to take the time, each day, to do a little of a variety of activities that activate the mind and spirit, much like this writing, just a few minutes, after a much needed walk around JDHS and a circle of the quarter mile on the track with Dancer outside of the fence and not inside the track and the football field, where we marched over 40 years ago and sat in the stands playing our fight songs for the team. 

Friday, July 18, 2014

18 July 2014: Friday ... Birthday of Nelson Mandela (7/18/1918) ... Bob breakfast ... care dog matches Dancer on TV ... mom & bob share their doppelganger pets ...

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Bob came to visit today and take me out to breakfast at a busy Crossroads. We posed this picture after the real moment was missed earlier. Bob have plastic grins but there is true connection, regardless. 

Monday, July 14, 2014

13 Sunday 2014: Sunday ... the artist and the need to express ... Catherine at UUSMC ...

12 July 2014: Saturday ... diffluence, liquefaction, dissolution ...

the act of flowing off or away ... this is a lost day and I am doing the former and I have to find a way out of it ... as I write this note on Monday and the skies have erupted and it pours outside and I am watching TV, too much, again, and now I watch another depressing piece about a young boy with a fascination with death from an early age and who did commit suicide at age 15.

Friday, July 11, 2014

11 July 2014: Friday ... McKie the letter writer ... Wahoo t-shirt, accent, Afrikaans (11 state languages in S. Africa) ... Lindsay & Alex on the General ... Roller Derby at Delcastle ...

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View from the General Jackson Riverboat and the Nashville skyline on a full moon Friday with Lindsay and Alex aboard. 


The first Friday of each month, this summer at least, you'll find more than several roller derby enthusiasts at Delcastle Recreation Area. Members of teams all over the area, men and women, played under lights and a full moon. — at Delcastle Recreational Park.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

9 July 2014: Wednesday ... Mom's cut & styling (Skeesha observes) ... Delcastle Golf, Softball, Mill Creek walk of 3+ miles ... 3 interactions ...

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Mom called Stacy and set up the time for our wonderful neighbor to come over and cut/style mom's hair. She did well getting downstairs and put up a little fuss when I encouraged her to walk outside with the oxygenator closeby. She objected but went through with it when Stacy and Skeesha both told her she could do it. "You never liked being outside," commented Stacy. Mom concurred. She was never fond of the beach but she put up with it. Maybe I can change her (NOT likely) in her early 80s. 

"Very impressive moniker trio, Monsieur Isle de l'Homme. If you added an "e" to Graham, you'd have three names of seven-letter length. Now that's notable, not that you're not notable enoughe. :-)" ... my Facebook comment after seeing Graham Michael Skinner's new three-word name on his Facebook account. 

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Dancer in the field at the end of our over three-mile walk that began
at the Girls' Softball Field and golf center (I circled the field and actually
came upon Fred's home in the rear) and then walked across the roadway
and traveled down the quiet path, Dancer off leash, to the Mill Creek and
a dip for my girl. This was the conclusion of the walk and the sunset
was beautiful but I could not align pet and sky/sun together for a photo. 


Monday, July 7, 2014

7 July 2014: Monday ... beagle club at Carousel ...

The dogs needed to meet and we talked about our canines as I walked Dancer at Carousel. She had her 10-year-old male Beagle, which she got, in her Delaware accent, in lower Delaware and I had to tell her about the beagle races that I'd seen and she was interested in finding out about such an activity. I mentioned the barking of course and I suggested she search for "beagle club". It was a nice, short conversation. And we bade each other a good evening ... dusk was about an hour off and the park was well populated with softball players and soccer enthusiasts and young families, mostly Hispanic, the sounds of Spanish being shared with loved ones.


Sometimes light erupts in a clearing and the need to record an image blazes its need. Here, in a wooded opening off the asphalt pathway at Delcastle Recreation Park, I caught Dancer with a single, hand-thrust-low grab shot. It worked, I felt, and saved the pic.— with Dancer at Delcastle Recreational Park.




It means something to share knowledge and it leads to more sharing and by listening you can help the process of healing and understanding. I did that tonight with a simple text and then receipt of a phone call and a sharing and profession of friendship. That's what it means ... you need to express with one another and you need to love, like the disable man in the POV video on PBS tonight who talked about its necessity and the meaningless of life without it. Yes, we need love and we need people to listen and to care.

Good news about mom. We were without meds in the morning, that is, the opiates and the metoprolol and furosemide, so when FedEx delivered the drugs in the package inside the old office door, there was relief. But she did well today and I got her the heart meds and lasix this afternoon and we'll start on the regular doses again in the morning (at the suggestion of a helpful call from a nurse for Delaware Hospice calling from Dover). Well, when I said good night (mom was watching the same documentary on PBS), she felt good and the rash is healing and the nosebleed has stopped and she loves watching Antiques Roadshow.

We are all disabled in some way or another. Each of us plays at being normal, said the thalidomide-affected filmmaker of the POV film on PBS tonight, a work focusing on special needs athletes and their passion, focus and utmost abilities. It is a statement that does ring with more than a grain of truth, for yes, we all do mask something in ourselves and the politics of work and life can provide for dissent and misunderstanding. Why can we not resolve to be good to one another. 



Saturday, July 5, 2014

5 July 2014: Saturday ... Hoyt Goodson remembered ... Ruth Berry's bday ... landline, modem & WIFI back & better ... perfect weather ... mom's Dutch amazing ... Nick phone call ...

"An encounter at the gas station today reminded me of Hoyt Goodson. Man drove up to the pump beside me today. Asked for money because he had been at the hospital, all his money and ID was stolen and he had been driving for 1 1/2 hours. This wasn't the first time I've been approached in this way with various story lines. I always say no since I'm basically a skeptic and I never have cash on me. Then I remembered Hoyt. He once told me that he would rather give $5 and it turn out to be a scam than take a chance on not helping someone in need. Hoyt was a much better UU than I- that first Principle is hard for me.
  • Rudy Nyhoff Thank you Jan for reminding me of Hoyt, a true man of spirit and kindness. He would bury skepticism in favor of trust and be the winner no matter. (Oh, and by the way, you're a mentor when it comes to living UU.) 
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  • Andy Reese Hoyt was a model for many of us, not only for his quiet good deeds, but also for his humorous, but pointed, letters to the editor."



    We have a landline back and a faster modem set up thanks to a Comcast visit from a young man named Will, I think, 27 years of age and having worked for the cable giant for 7 years and liking it. Good at his work he made some changes and got the modem hooked up, which contains a WIFI built-in, and got it connected to the tabletop, the iPad and my iPhone by reciting the lengthy password written on the bottom of the modem. 
    He also replaced the wiring in the back and it made it less prone to a power outage by reconfiguring the connects and redoing the ground. He was terrific and he got the job thanks to his younger brother. Previously, he'd studied carpentry at Hodson and was working construction. He likes this job a lot as it offers variety and challenge. Great to now have the landline up again and have a faster modem and WIFI. 

4 July 2014: Friday ... Independence Day ... Wimbledon semis for men ... World Cup quarters ... a lightning-bug lit ascent at Carousel ...

I should always attempt to write something, even if I'm unwilling, as I seem always to be at the end of the day and all I want to do is dull my senses in front of the tube, because something will come of it (the writing that is) and discipline has never been my forte, in fact, my debilitating and calamitous weakness throughout my working and academic life. When will I learn?

Today was overcast, initially, part of the remnants of Hurricane Arthur, which apparently showed its mettle on the NC coast and elsewhere to some degree (i.e., winds reached 100 mph, et al.) but here, no rainfall and mild winds, and by close of day and my early evening/dusk walk with Dancer, the sky was clear and a hemi-moon stood in the early night sky. 
APTOPIX Arthur
Bryan Wilson, owner of Miller’s Waterfront restaurant, braves floodwaters to check the damage to his property as wind from the Hurricane Arthur pushes water to his parking lot in Nags Head on Friday, July 4, 2014. Arthur struck North Carolina as a Category 2 storm with winds of 100 mph late Thursday, taking about five hours to move across the far eastern part of the state. HYUNSOO LEO KIM — THE (NORFOLK, VA.) VIRGINIAN-PILOT VIA AP


Read more here: http://www.newsobserver.com/2014/07/04/3984271/fast-moving-hurricane-arthur-pummeling.html#storylink=cpy

We watched tennis and I actually enjoyed a semi, where one of the old guard, the #1 seed Novak Djokovic, who I like but am tired of in the finals, all the time, played a great match with the unseasoned but up-and-coming Bulgarian with a name starting with "D" and 8 letters (
No. 11 Grigor Dimitrov) like the famous Serb. But alas, it was not to be. Experience on centre court won out and Novak took two tie-breakers from the young upstart, but he will be heard from. The era of Big 4 is being challenged. And Federer, closing in on 33 and now with two sets of twins (his boys just born two months ago) will be the other finalist, the 35th time that Novak and Roger have met in tournament play.

On the World Cup soccer front, let's see if I can recall. Germany slid past France, 1-nil; and the match of the tournament, Brazil-Colombia, was a nailbiter with the host hanging on at the end after a penalty kick made it a one-goal lead. Unfortunately, Neymar, Brazil's soccer star is out with a serious injury -- he fractured a vertebrae on a hit, that I must admit and apologetically so, I thought he was faking. They always dramatize their falls and this looked similar but he is out of the tournament and hopefully he will be able to recover to play again. Thoughts of healing to the young, vibrant Brazilian futbol star.

Well, it will be Germany-Brazil in one semi on Tuesday and the other semifinalists are being decided today, Saturday.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

3 July 2014: Thursday ... HIIT this AM w/Pamela ... toddler & a basketball ... storm clouds & the 9th ... pharmacy rescue ...

Ever get surprised by tumultuous weather? The clouds and the wind blew into Limestone Gardens and a large, dead limb, that needs pruning, worried me like the proverbial Sword of Damocles. Later, in the car to run a vital trip to the pharmacy, I played the vocal conclusion to Beethoven's 9th, his aptly named Choral Symphony. With the weather astir, it seemed oddly fitting. 

2 July 2014: Wednesday ... Brahms' 2nd on WDAV is ALL Major Scales ... Landline back up through modem ... Body Pump w/Amy ... Body Combat w/Jennifer ... thunderstorm ... glowing light

Listened to the Brahms' 2nd Symphony this early morning on WDAV from about 4:00 a.m. on, an historic recording with George Szell leading the Cleveland Orchestra in 1967. I could have sworn with its moodiness that it was in a minor key. Wrong! All the movements are in major keys:
      


  1. Allegro non troppo (D major)
  2. Adagio non troppo (B major)
  3. Allegretto grazioso (quasi andantino) (G major)
  4. Allegro con spirito (D major)

Brahms - Symphony No. 2 - Wiener Philharmoniker - Leonard Bernstein - 1982

Tough and vibrant Body Combat workout with Jennifer this morning, a fill-in for Renee. She is a tough and in shape and encouraged us to do our best. I flounder, most of the time when it comes to kicks but do alright with the punches, but overall, it's a workout that stresses my middle-aged muscles and bones. Later, I had a nice conversation with Jennifer as she brought up some exercise equipment to the WR near the entrance of the Y. She is an engaging and delightful person.

Earlier, Amy got my grey-colored blood-donation shirt sweat-stained with a vigorous Body Pump. Kristi asked about my concert on Friday. She now has her Delaware license and she's waiting on a used Honda Civic, just 10,000 miles to replace her aging vehicle. A workout fiend, she does three group classes this morning, finishing with Body Combat. Later, I got to see Dragana, who vacationed in Montreal last week and always wears a perpetual smile. I mentioned my interaction with a Bulgarian woman, waving to her chorister husband at the Mann Center performance of the Beethoven 9th and how I used the world "dobro" with her. She recognized it. "Yes," she said. "The languages are very similar. I have friends from Bulgaria and I can understand and speak to them fine."

Called Comcast from Pathmark and the tech suggested I connect the phone jack into the modem ... it worked but the other phone jacks do not, so have scheduled a repair visit this Saturday from 11 a.m. - 1 p.m. to check it out. In the meantime, I have the phone hooked into the modem and operating in the TV room, on the floor (to avoid tripping on the line) and have actually taken two phone calls since it became working again. Glad that I did not have to replace it (got a great suggestion from the people at Best Buy who did not pressure me into replacing these phones, they working fine).

A thunderstorm brought sweeping swaths of rain for a short time period on this day when the temp approached 100 degrees. Skeesha brought Dancer in from outside and she did not mind being indoors, although she looked fine outside with a fresh bowl of water. We did walk, later than usual, around the neighborhood, the long block and I took it wider to Mealey Funeral Home and along Limestone Road for a total of about 2.5 miles (I stopped my DigiFit app on the steps going to the second floor a little after 9 p.m. and got a "Woo-hoo" from the computer voice).

A final note, there was eerie, luminous light suffusing the air as I started the walk with Dancer and I debated walking over to Stacy and her son, who were out by her car. The light glowed and invigorated as the rain had knocked down the heat and humidity of the day down some.

 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

1 July 2014: Tuesday ... Email on the iPad ... Andrea & dialectical behavior therapy ... Belgium beats US, 2-1, in OT (great game) ... Mom recalling boat trip home

She's learning and yes, I forced her to write a few short e-mails this morning on the iPad, return posts to Mary Picking, Norma Clara Nyhoff, and Lori Jones. It's slow going but she's getting the hang of it and learning the position of the letters on the keyboard. What it does do is take her mind off her symptoms and focus on another activity. When she was writing and composing the short responses, her physical complaints vanished. Now, I'm sure she's still feeling the pain but she didn't mention them. I think that's good. I also entered the cell number of Mary P. and made the phone call before I left for the Y and she had, I believe, a nice conversation with her longtime friend, not an unlikely outcome as Mom 2 is always endearing and connected on the phone.
She asked to sit at my table (the only one by the coffee station in the Y hallway between the youth center and toddler care rooms) to read her book, Doing Dialectical Behavior Therapy: A Practical Guide by Kelly Koerner, one about a form of psychotherapy that uses the word dialectical behavior therapyHer name, Andrea, is from her French (she knows some but has worked to be fluent and has gained it in Spanish with trips to Barcelona and Costa Rica) mother and it comes with an accent aigu on the "e" and stress on the second syllable "dray" and not the first "Ahn" (phonetic spellings). She is a decade divorced with three kids and is now looking toward graduate school to expand her psychology degree from university. She is also a longtime practitioner of yoga and took the class with Christine, who sang to us beautifully, acapella, at its conclusion, just prior to three chimes. It was rewarding to meet her, she never got to read her book, but I have that effect on people. I'm a talker and am interested in people. I don't give them a break.

Well, the U.S. run in the World Cup is over in a thrilling game where a more talented Belgian team beat the U.S. team in overtime, 2-1. Goalie for the US, Tim Howard, made the most saves ever in a World Cup game. He was extraordinary but he couldn't keep them all out.

PHOTO: United States goalkeeper Tim Howard saves a shot by Belgium during the World Cup match between Belgium and the USA at the Arena Fonte Nova in Salvador, Brazil, July 1, 2014.

Goalkeeper Tim Howard played the match of his life, but in the end the U.S. 

couldn't win against Belgium.Belgium won 2-1 in today's World Cup match in Salvador, Brazil, 
eliminating the U.S. from the tournament. But it could have been worse had Howard not been 

the team's savior in the goal -- recording a spectacular 16 saves. (Just learned in an ABC News
feature that Howard suffered from Tourette's Syndrome as a child and soccer was a refuge, 
raised by a single mom.) 

Mom got to talking today while I watched a segment on the NewsHour, something I wanted to watch but I also listened to her talk about Holland and Doug turning two on the boat and Uncle Dick passing away soon after our boat left Holland for New York, a trip, she thought 4-5 days, but there was a play area which I was hesitant and unsure of and said no to, but they dropped me off there with my walking brother (he started at 9 months) and we were having a great time. Well, as Jeffrey Brown interviewed Evan Osnos of The New Yorker magazine, who has written a book on China, about the 17th anniversary of the turning over of Hong Kong to China (a period of time that I worked as a fill-in photojournalist at The Chronicle, before digital but where I scanned negatives and did not print photos, when the photo-j I replaced went to Hong Kong to cover the turnover). 


Certainly not the boat we took but it may have been Holland Lines. 

But it's good to listen when she talks and recalls, especially when I hurt my ankle in dad's bike, just a few days before the return trip. The wound was open and had to be changed regularly. I still have scar on my lower left ankle.