Thursday, September 29, 2016

The Starfish

A glass starfish we found serendipitously at the fair after church on Sunday

There was a man--or it could have been a woman, in this case it doesn't matter-- walking on a long, empty, and beautiful beach one morning.  Before him, he saw a child dancing on the sand, swinging her arms (or "his" arms, if you like) back and forth.  As the man approached the girl, he saw that she was not dancing but bending down to pick up a starfish and throw it into the water.  There were thousands of starfish beached on the sand, as far as the man could see.  The man said to the girl, "What are you doing?" and she replied, "If they stay too long in the sun, they will die.  So I'm sending them back out to sea."  He said, "But there are so many.  You can't save them all.  You won't make any difference."  And the girl looked at the man and looked at the starfish in her hand, thought for a moment with her face all scrunched up.  Then she threw the starfish into the sea.

"Made a difference to that one!" she replied.

Soon, others heard of the girl's efforts and many people came to the beach to help.  And thousands of starfish were saved.


This was the lesson told at church on Sunday, a popular tale in Unitarian Universalist services that I had heard before.  But the timing couldn't have been better.  There is unrest in our nation, and our wold, anger, sadness, despair even.  The murder of black men by police officers, terrorist bombings in Chelsea, and, since Sunday, yet another school shooting.  The water is not clean in many cities, particularly Flint; the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe attempts to protect its water supply from a pipeline but is opposed by Big Business.  There is war, murder, rape, torture.  65 million displaced persons in the world.  100,000 children being bombed in Aleppo.  And there is a man running for president of our country who prides himself on his racism, homophobia, isolationism, sexism, who quotes Mussolini and befriends Putin, all the while lying and obfuscating to drum up support for his walls and deportations and "law and order."

What can I do?  What in the world can I do?  I'm tired of the "thoughts and prayers" that are posted--that I post--after shootings and bombings.  I'm tired of the "we'll love better" mentality that says if we only love stronger and broader that we can overcome all; we can outlove the haters.  Better yet, we should love the haters.  Okay, yes, sure.  Thoughts, prayers, love.

But action, too. Except, what can I possibly do?  I've often heard that everyone can't do everything so pick a cause and work on it--pick up that starfish--the environment, gun control, education, Black Lives Matter, Habitat for Humanity.  All of those are good.  Which one is for me?  For my family?  How do we introduce children to social action without scaring or worrying them to much?  How do we avoid compassion fatigue?  No one likes to think too long of extinct panda bears; sixty-five million people are so many to save.  

Breathe.

One starfish at a time.

Hospice, Girl Scouts, lay ministry, money for Hillary, cans of food for the food drive, donations to the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, lemonade stand for autism awareness.  Keep going, spread the word, pick up just one more starfish.

We can each make a difference.  Even if it really all seems impossible.  Sometimes, you're tired of bending over; sometimes the number of starfish is too overwhelming.  So don't look just at the entire beach of starfish despairingly; look at the one you send sailing back out to sea, rejoice that it will live, and enjoy the morning on the beach.  Sometimes, it helps if you dance a little.  

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Stuck at Home

As it seems to happen, I have come down with a nasty cold during a busy week.  I've canceled a routine doctor's appointment, lunch with a hospice colleague, my hospice visit, two historic house tours, and my piano lesson.  It sucks.  The cold came on quite suddenly Sunday evening--typical sore throat, coughing, stuffy nose, painful ears, headache, blah.  I've not slept more than a couple of hours at a time.

I'm resting--"Tudors" and crochet, plus liquids, neti pot, etc etc etc.  I think I like to watch "Tudors" when I'm sick because I know it so well and can snooze--to those dulcet English accents!--without falling behind.  Plus, the costumes and settings are lovely.

Anyway, it's clearly not the end of the world, despite my complaining.  I only hope I'm better for this weekend, when Gommie and Pop arrive (they're wandering Maine right now) and we host Applepalooza!

Monday, September 26, 2016

Reviews

Here are some of our current favorites:


Timeline American History game:  It's not exactly fair of us to play this game of sorting historical dates in order with the kids, given that they haven't really had much American history and only lived 11 years.  Actually, they do quite well (especially having played once, they remember the dates better than we do) and we have fun playing.


Rock Me Archimedes game:  This game is like Jenga with marbles; steady hands are needed.  And strategy like checkers or chess to block your opponent.  Fun!


kazoo magazine:  A new magazine for girls that isn't "girly."  We all like it.


"Speechless":  The new ABC show starring Minnie Driver about a family getting along, including their son with cerebral palsy, played by an actor with CP!  It's witty, humorous, insightful.  Just don't call it inspirational.


"Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell":  Mama and I are enjoying this BBC miniseries based on the award-winning novel about an alternate history of Regency England involving practical magicians.


"Crimson Fields":  A BBC WWI centenary show, following nurses in a Red Cross hospital in France; only 6 episodes but delightful.


"Home Fires":  This is a BBC WWII who, following women of the Women's Institute during the war, based on the book Jambusters.  More episodes than "Crimson Fields," but not quite as good, I think.


Roasted Carrots:  
I made these the way I make sweet potatoes or butternut squash, meaning 1/4 cup brown sugar, some olive oil, and some salt, baked at 425F for 30+ minutes.


Chicken and Peas pasta:   A mozzarella cheese sauce (2 T butter, 2 T flour, 1 cup milk, 2 cups mozz) with cooked chicken and green peas over rotini or penne.


Meatballs:  I use my Wildtree meatloaf mix and roll it into small balls, baking at 375F for 15-30 minutes, depending on size.




Let the Fall Fun Begin

Yesterday, we attended one of our favorite events, fall or otherwise:  our old church's annual harvest festival.  And we had a wonderful time.  There were dozens of vendors--so many fabulous crocheters, some lovely crafters, and great food.  We got a large embroidered cat cushion for the couch, a lovely dried flower arrangement for the front door, a stained glass starfish for our upstairs window, and some cute screen-printed cat shirts.  For lunch, we had empanadas, chicken fingers, plantains, and chocolate cheesecake.

And we saw so many church friends!  The kids said several people they didn't know came up and said, "You've gotten so big!"  It was 11 years ago at this event that we debuted the twins, over-dressed for the fall day, and introduced them to the church that had supported us so.  How time flies!  Our friends, who just had a baby about 2 months ago, similarly brought their newborn to the fair--also overdressed in a fleece bunny suit for the 69F day.  I think it must just be new parenthood.  But she was very sweet looking, just like ours were.

Good memories, good times.

There will be a whole bunch of fall fun in the coming weeks--and Gommie and Pop arrive this weekend!

Fall Fun Possibilities
  1. Applepalooza (our family fall open house, with apple desserts)
  2. Apple picking
  3. Decorate a pumpkin
  4. Make apple or pumpkin butter
  5. Church in-gathering celebration--this was last weekend
  6. Florence Griswold Museum Wee Faerie Village (the month of October)
  7. Make faerie houses
  8. School Open House
  9. Gommie and Pop visit
  10. Vermont vacation
  11. Make a leaf pile
  12. Make leaf roses
  13. historic house fall tours
  14. Go to Fantastic Beasts movie (November)
  15. Trick or treat
  16. Backyard fire with foil dinners and s'mores
  17. Tent in the backyard
  18. Prepare Halloween costumes
  19. Boo gifts for friends
  20. Amish Friendship bread
  21. Brandied fruit--it's fermenting on the counter
  22. Nature walk or bike ride
  23. Kiddos go to Nature's Classroom
  24. Mama goes to Celestial Navigation course
  25. Girl Scout "mountain" hike and tree study
  26. Kellogg's Olympic Gymnasts' tour
  27. Installation of the new minister
  28. Paint pinecones
  29. Yarn!
  30. Explore sourdough bread recipes
  31. Vote
  32. Make pies
  33. Church Harvest festival--lovely time yesterday!
  34. Get out mittens, hats, scarves, sweaters, etc.
  35. Pull out quilts and blankets
  36. Change fire alarm batteries

Friday, September 23, 2016

Where is Fall?

It's late September--and 85F outside.  Sure, that was okay when I lived in Texas, but it is unusual here in CT.  I don't think we've ever run the AC this late.

Even more unexpectedly, the trees are already clearing changing color--I think this is because they are distressed in the drought and heat, not because nights are much cooler.  So, it looks like the beginning of fall outside but the temperatures are at least 10-15F higher than usual.

But meterological rumor has it that cooler air is on the way tomorrow.    This is good because I've started work on a huge crocheted, rainbow Granny Square afghan for our king-sized bed and it's getting too warm to keep on my lap!  And I'm out of iced coffee and ready to switch to hot tea.  And use the oven and light a fire in the firepit.  And write my Fall Fun list.

Come on, fall!

Monday, September 19, 2016

Parents on the Move

My folks left home yesterday to wind their way to us.  They'll go from Houston to visit a childhood friend of my father's who is dying of cancer.  Then they'll take a lazy, circuitous route to arrive in Connecticut by October 1.  We'll spend that weekend together, with a kung fu performance and Applepalooza!  They'll wander New England and meet us in Vermont later for a few days there.  Then they'll mosey around in Canada, Acadia, who knows where, until they return to Texas in time for my sister's birthday and the election.

We're looking forward to seeing them and hearing all about their escapades.  Safe travels!

Super Sunday

After a lovely morning at church--more on that later--we headed to a great hawk migration fest, though the weather was threatening.  I had been excited all week about the bird festival.  And it really was wonderful, with many of our favorite things.




Butterflies:  First, we saw the butterflies in a lovely flowering garden, with butterfly bushes and echinacea.  In fact, the volunteers were catching and tagging butterflies!  I must admit, I wasn't sure how they would tag butterflies, but Bud and Sis knew because their butterfly-loving teacher had done it before, with little stickers.  And indeed, they put on a little sticker.  Note:  do NOT try to remove the sticker if you come across one.  Just report the number.  Bud and Sis know so much about butterflies because of the three-year study they've done with their teacher--the black dots which indicate the butterfly was male, the difference between various cocoons, the three generations it takes to make the full migration.

Arts and Crafts:  While waiting for a tour of the lighthouse, we did some arts and crafts.  Sis made a pine cone squirrel that she wants to give to Pop for the cabin (don't tell!)  We also all made buttons with animal pictures from magazines.  I made a grumpy Snowy Owl, Bud a penguin.  Sis made a Gyr Falcon for Mama and a Bald Eagle for herself.  It was sweet.

Carousel:  The magnificent carousel in the park is 105 years old, with original horses complete with real horse-hair manes, a working organ, and apparently all the original mechanics and floor.  So pretty.  I loved the lights and the music and especially the little name plates over each horses.  We rode it twice.  Sis and Bud sat together, while Mama and I sat behind them on the sleigh.  You could see the Sound as the carousel went around and around, with that great twinkly music.  I could almost imagine it was another era.  I love carousels.

Lighthouse:  Dating to 1847, the lighthouse was replaced just thirty years later, because it was essentially invisible, being in the wrong place!  It has a stone stairwell, with 72 steps, about a foot high, ending with a three-step ladder.  I stayed downstairs while Mama and the kids ventured up.  They liked the view.


Sea Glass:  Meanwhile, I looked for sea glass.  I found a nice little green piece right off, but it was my only piece of the day.   To paraphrase my dad, "A bad day looking for sea glass is better than a good day doing chores."  I also found a ton of fishing line caught in seaweed; that's bad for birds so I threw it away.

Gyr falcon, with jesses visible

Raptors:  We ended the day with a fantastic raptor show.  He showed off a Barn Owl, a Spectacle Owl, and a four-month-old Sakr Falcon.  Then he flew a Eurasian Eagle Owl (coming to the glove), a Harris Hawk (chasing a "rabbit" on the ground), and a Gyr Falcon (chasing a "bird" in flight.)  It really was amazing.  I don't get tired watching falconry, especially having read H is for Hawk.

What a wonderful day!  It had so many of the things we love.

Eurasian Eagle Owl going by
Though, ice cream or the Ixtapa taco truck would have been perfect.



Harris Hawk


The Great Camp Out

I survived 13 girls and some siblings (including Bud) in the woods on Friday night.  And they survived the woods!  I know it was the first outside sleepover in the woods for my two and some of the others as well.  It was great.

We arrived around 5 pm and hauled our sleeping bags and stuff up the hill to the campsite; there was a single, big platform tent for the troop downhill from the campfire and several lean-tos for the boys above the campfire.  I actually slept in a lean-to myself, since the big tent was pretty full and the lean-to was easier to sleep in.

But sleep was a long way off.

We made pizza first, with the girls mixing and kneading their dough by hand.  They even wandered the lovely herb garden to find toppings for their pizzas.  "I can't believe we can just pick leaves and eat them!" one said, as they sampled sorrel, onion chives, garlic chives, lemon balm, sage, basil, cherry tomatoes, kale, and other things.  The pizzas were pretty good.  Well, Bud thought it was dough-y but loved all the herbs; Sis got to make hers with no sauce, just cheese.

Next we lit the campfire, which I tended while they went on an extended night hike (the whole event was for their Night Owl badges.)  They had a very exciting time--climbing rocks, watching for wildlife, gazing out at the city below--maybe too exciting, since they were near a tall cliff!   The hike was Sis and Bud's favorite part.  I sat meditating by the fire, listening to the symphony of the forest, and making and eating by myself the best s'more ever.  I only missed hearing any owls.



The kids returned all full of stories and inhaled their s'mores.   We then all shared our experiences with wildlife--turkeys in the yard, hawks on the wing, a bear on the road.  The woman in charge of our group, an outdoorsy woman with shorn hair and an impish smile, told of a deer jumping over her one night as she slept by the fire.  She loves kids, you could tell, and talked straight to them.  (And all the leaders giggled when she made one of our precious snowflakes pick food out of the garbage can for the compost bin and another return a wheelbarrow she had tried to avoid putting back!!!)  And most of them liked her (except a few snowflakes.)

And we sang around the fire--"Baby Shark," "Bear Hunt," my favorite "Barges," "Linger," "On the Loose," and "Taps."  Such a lovely time.

And then there was no sleep.  I could hear the girls all the way up the hill until around 3.  I think Bud fell asleep despite it all.

Then the coyotes started around 4 a.m.  Bud heard them, too.

But I missed the owls hooting at 5 a.m., apparently.



And we were up at 6 a.m. by the fire to warm up.  I had actually been relatively comfortable in my bag, even with the chilly mist--I thought it was great sleeping weather; everyone else was cold.  I loved watching the full harvest moon through the trees and the flicker of the waning fire.  The sound of the girls and the insects and even traffic in the distance were comforting.

For breakfast, the girls gathered eggs in the chicken coop and picked some more herbs.  They also admired the sheep and ducks.  And their parents soon arrived to take them home.

It had been a great camping trip.

And I napped three hours that afternoon.

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"Linger"
Hmmm, I want to linger.
Hmmm, A little longer.
Hmmm, A little longer,
Here with you.
Hmmm, It's such a perfect night.
Hmmm, It doesn't seem quite right.
Hmmm, That this should be,
My last with you.
Hmmm, And come September,
Hmmm, I will remember,
Hmmm, Our Scouting days,
Of friendships true.
Hmmm, And as the years go by,
Hmmm, I'll think of you and sigh.
Hmmm, This is good night
And not good bye.
Hmmm I want to linger.
Hmmm A little longer.
Hmmm A little longer,
Here with you.

"On the Loose"
Have you ever seen the sunrise turn the sky completely red?
Have you slept beneath the moon and stars with a pine bough for your head?
Have you sat and talked with friends, though a word was never said?
Then you're like me and you've been on the loose.
Chorus:
On the loose to climb a mountain,
On the loose where I am free.
On the loose to live my life,
The way I think my life should be.
For I've only got a moment,
And a whole world yet to see,
And I'll be searching for tomorrow, on the loose.
There's a trail that I'll be hiking
Just to see where it might go.
Many places yet to visit,
Many people yet to know.
And in following my dreams,
I will live and I will grow,
On a trail that's out there waiting, on the loose.
Chorus
So in search of love and laughter,
I'll be travelling through this land.
Never sure of where I'm going,
For I haven't any plans.
But in time when you are ready,
Come and join me, take my hand.
And together we'll find life,
Out on the loose!

Chorus

Highlights

Notes for my next posts:

Friday Girl Scout Overnight

  • making pizza
  • herb garden
  • campfire and s'mores
  • skipping the night hike
  • lean-to
  • no sleep
  • cold and damp night
  • harvest moon
  • coyotes
  • breakfast egg scramble
  • farm animals

Church
  • commissioning of Lay Ministers and blessing of hands
  • crochet lesson


Hawk Fest
  • butterflies
  • historic carousel
  • historic lighthouse
  • sea glass
  • raptors

Jury Duty


Whew . . . .

Friday, September 16, 2016

Wish Me Luck

Tonight.

Me.

Thirteen 11-year-old Girl Scouts.

4 other adults.

Camping.

Outdoors.

S'mores.

A night hike.

Flashlights.

Sleeping on the ground.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

My Bird List--UPDATED


My Selected Checklist of Raptors et al I've Seen in the Wild (does not, therefore, include falconry shows, raptor rescue organizations, etc.) 

2018
1/11/18, point: Short-eared owl; marsh: 2 Snowy Owls (one attacking clapper rail), Iceland Gull
1/8/18, hospice: Bald eagle (eating lunch on ice)

2017
12/22/17, point:  Northern Harrier
12/6/17, airport: Snowy Owl
12/3/17, beach:  SNOWY OWL!!!!
11/28/17, highway: 1 bald eagle overhead
week of 8/13:  Hog Island, Muscungus Bay, Maine:  bald eagle, loon, cormorant, eider, surf scoter, white-winged scoter black guillemot, common tern, ruby-crested kinglet, American goldfinch, chickadee, puffin, sand piper, laughing gull, herring gull, ruby-throated hummingbird, blue jay.

2016
12/14/16, marsh:  SNOWY OWL!!!!!
12/4/16:  river:  Bald Eagle diving in river and rising out again
9/16/16, park:  5 turkey vultures, osprey, Red-tailed Hawk, Monk Parakeets
9/15/16, park:  juvenile Bald Eagle, osprey, Red-tailed Hawk, Monk Parakeets, European starlings
9/12/16, park:  ospreys (one with a fish!), accipiters, Red-tailed Hawk, Monk Parakeets
9/10/16, park:  5 turkey vultures, ospreys, accipiters, Monk Parakeets
8/28/16, Greenwich hawk watch:  turkey vultures, accipiters playing with vultures,
4/21/16, historic house:  Northern Harrier
4/16/16, Canton CT "owl prowl":  Barred Owl in a tree; heard lots of calls later
2/29/16, point:  Snow Buntings, 2 American Tree Sparrows
2/29/16, marsh:  Mute Swan
2/22/16, marsh:  Snowy Owl on a log about 300 yards out


2015
10/2/15, backyard:  accipiter going after squirrel
2/16/15, river:  Bald Eagle
2/3/15, tree near sidewalk: Red-Tail Hawk


Before 2015
11/15/14, BI:  3 Saw Whet Owls (Nature Conservancy tagging); Northern Harrier along the beach
10/14/09, side of the road in Texas at night:  Barn Owl


MNEMONICS
Northern Cardinal--birdie-birdie-birdie or cheer-cheer-cheer
White throated sparrow--Old Sam Peabody Peabody Peabody
Nashville Warbler--see-bit-see-bit-see-bit-see-see-see-see
Common Loon--who-who-ha-ha-ha
Blue Jay--jeer
RWBB--kon-ka-ree
Song sparrow--note, note, trillllllll, note  (field sparrow also has trillllll--bouncing ball coming to a stop)
American Robin--cheerily, cheerily, cheer up
Chipping Sparrow--trill
Mountain chickadee--chick-a-dee dee dee
Common Yellowthroat--whichety-whichety-whichety
Blue-winged warbler--bee buzz
Indigo Bunting--what? what? where? where? see it? see it?

NORTHEAST:
American goldfinch--potato chip, tee-yee
American robin--cheerily, cheer up, cheer up
Blue Jay--jeer!
Eastern Phoebe--fee-be
Gray Catbird--chek chek (but doesn't usually repeat)
Indigo Bunting--what? what? where? where? see it? see it?
Mourning Dove--coo-OO-oo
Red-bellied Woodpecker--kwirr, kwirr or cha cha
White-throated sparrow--Old Sam Peabody or Oh sweet Canada
Yellow Warbler--sweet sweet sweet I'm so sweet


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FIELD MARKS--Common Easter birds:

  • American Crow: all black
  • American Goldfinch:  black and yellow bird; short bill and black cap
  • American Robin: grey-brown with orange underparts and dark head
  • American Tree Sparrow:  rusty cap and eyeline; overall, rusty brown
  • Baltimore Oriole: dark head, orange underparts, white stripe on wing
  • Black-capped Chickadee: white cheeks with black cap and nape, grey wings
  • Blue Jay: strikingly blue, black and white with crest
  • Brewer's blackbird: yellow eye but all black otherwise
  • Brown-headed cowbird: females are all brown; males have black bodies
  • Carolina chickadee: black cap and nib with white cheek
  • Carolina Wren:  tail cocks upwards
  • Chipping Sparrow: black line through the eye with rusty crown
  • Common Grackle: iridescent head and long beak
  • Common Ground Dove: sandy brown doves with round wings
  • Common Raven:  massive and entirely black
  • Common Redpoll:  streaky brown feathers, black feathers around yellow bill, red forehead patch
  • Cooper's Hawk: 
  • Dark-eyed junco: pink bill, black body and white underbelly
  • Downy woodpecker: only small red patch on males, small beaks comparatively
  • Eurasian Collared Dove
  • European starling: splotches, yellow beaks, black or iridescent
  • Evening Grosbeak: yellow and black with white wing patch, dark head with yellow eyebrow
  • Field Sparrow: white eyering, reddish cap and reddish line from eye
  • Fox Sparrow: overall rust with splotchy chest, some grey on head
  • Hairy Woodpecker: checkerboard wings, two white stripes on head, male red patch on head
  • House Finch: streaky brown and black body and tail, red face and breast for male
  • House Sparrow: chunky shape
  • Mourning Dove: small head, pointed tail, black mark on cheek
  • Northern Cardinal
  • Northern Flicker:  brownish with white rump patch
  • Pileated Woodpecker: big red crest, large birds, black and white striped face
  • Pine Siskin: streaky birds with subtle yellow tails (notched)
  • Pine Warblers: yellowish birds with olive backs, two white wingbars
  • Purple Finch: male has pink-red head and breast; streaky breasts, dark throat line
  • Red-bellied Woodpecker: red cap, pale-ish overall
  • Red-breasted nuthatch: black cap and stripe with strong white eyebrow; rusty bellies
  • Red-headed Woodpecker: red head, white breast and wing patch
  • Red-winged blackbird: red patch on males; females are strikingly striped
  • Rose-breasted Grosbeak: males have red chevron; females are brown streaked with white eyebrow
  • Sharp-shinned Hawk:  rounded wings
  • Song sparrow: streaky brown and white, some grey on heads
  • Tufted Titmouse: grey crest and stout bill, peach on flanks, black forehead
  • White-breasted nuthatch: black cap and frosty face and underparts
  • White-crowned sparrow:  very bold black and white head stripes, otherwise pale grey
  • White-throated sparrow: striking head pattern with yellow patch
  • White-winged dove--black "comma" on cheek and white wing patch
  • Yellow-bellied sapsucker:  red crest and throat, white stripe on wings


Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Hawk Watch

I've been continuing my own hawk watch and bird identification process.  There's a nearby park on a hill with a good view of the landscape so that I can more easily scan the skies.  Both Saturday and yesterday, I went looking for raptors and had a great time.

Yesterday was especially nice because I met a fellow birdwatcher, a veteran with 30+ years of experience.  He had lots of information and experience he was willing to share.  He was looking for broadwing hawks, who migrate through the area about one week every year.  Sometimes, he says you can see a whole kettle of hundreds of hawks streaming out of the clouds.  But there was not enough wind and no clouds for contrast, so he only saw a couple in the distance.  I had already seen an osprey carrying a fish in the telltale parallel formation that makes the fish more aerodynamic.  He helped me with more signs of ospreys--the M-silhouette of the wings, the black "wrists", the "fingers" at the tips of the wings.  In contrast, red tails have a black belly band and no "M." To differentiate ospreys from similarly M-shaped gulls at a distance, you look for a sheen of white when the bird turns--white is a gull; dark is an osprey.  I called out a few osprey on my own (probably the same one coming back and forth a few times)--I'm getting really good at those.  He also heard a red tail hawk screech, though we never saw it, and so I think I can now recognize that sound.  He was very kind and complementary, praising my "young eyes" (he was probably in his 80s.)  So, I would spot the flash of a bird in the distance and he'd site them with his binoculars and ID them quickly.  He even saw an eagle and a broadwing that I never could find.  I asked him about the accipiter I'd seen attacking turkey vultures.  He said it was probably a juvie sharp-shinned or Cooper's hawk just playing; he says they practice that way.  I also told him my monk parakeet story.

See, when I'd sat on my bench, I knew I was between two of the tall spruces in which the resident monk parakeets nest.  There were no droppings on the bench, though, so I figured I was safe; I also had my hat on.  Soon, those bright, little, green birds started their abrasive squawking . . . . and started dropping twigs on me!  The twigs never actually hit me, but five or six fell nearby and the noise grew louder.  My birdwatcher friend said that those parakeets were jerks!  I'll remember never to walk under their trees!

A few other things I've picked up in the last few outings:
  • Binoculars take practice!  I can't always see well out of them, especially if my arms or hands are moving even a bit.  But I'm getting better with focusing them and seeing the one circle through them, bracing my arms against my sides.
  • Lingo and technique:  the sighting of birds is identified by landforms (though I tend to use the clock, with "12" dead ahead) and by how many glasses (i.e. binocular circles) above the landform it is.  So, you might say, "Red tail at 12, two glasses above the maple." You might also try to indicate how far out it is.  To search for birds, you scan back and forth, raising up a glass each pass.  I tend to spot them with my bare eyes and then pull my binoculars up to where I'm looking; sometimes I lose them in the process.
  • Birdwatchers tend to be friendly and generous with information.  I've talked to a few now, beginning with those searching for the Snowy Owl last winter.  They are dedicated and kind.
  • As my interest in raptors grows (from Ren Faire falconry shows to historic falconry and our own lesson to Harry Potter's Hedwig to real Snowy Owls to raptors in general and now the Hawk Watch), so does my interest in nature in general--identifying plants, trees, noticing butterflies, watching the weather, worrying about the environment.  It can all start with birds.
  • I like talking birds with Pop.  It's less stressful than our usual discussion of politics!  And he knows so much.  I'm not into ducks as much as he is.  Yet!
  • I haven't started a life list or bird log yet.  But I've taken some notes below.  And I have checklists on eBird.
I'll be going back as often as I can, especially when the wind and clouds are right.

And soon it will be Snowy Owl season.

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My Selected Checklist of Raptors et al I've Seen in the Wild
9/12/16, park:  ospreys (one with a fish!), accipiters, Red-tailed Hawk, Monk Parakeets
9/10/16, park:  5 turkey vultures, ospreys, accipiters, Monk Parakeets
8/28/16, Greenwich hawk watch:  turkey vultures, accipiters playing with vultures,
4/21/16, historic house:  Northern Harrier
4/16/16, Canton CT "owl prowl":  Barred Owl in a tree; heard lots of calls later
2/29/16, point:  Snow Buntings, 2 American Tree Sparrows
2/29/16, marsh:  Mute Swan
2/22/16, marsh:  Snowy Owl on a log about 300 yards out
10/2/15, backyard:  accipiter going after squirrel
2/16/15, river:  Bald Eagle
2/3/15, tree near sidewalk: Red-Tail Hawk
11/15/14, BI:  3 Saw Whet Owls (Nature Conservancy tagging); Northern Harrier along the beach
10/14/09, side of the road in Texas at night:  Barn Owl


Settling In

I can't believe it's been nearly two weeks since I posted last; that might be a record.

All is well.

Just busy.

School started and the kids are back in their routines.  Same teachers, same classmates.  That makes the transition into a new school year easier, if a little boring.  Next year, in middle school, will be exciting enough, though.

A few things have changed--the day of Girl Scouts, the timing of kung fu.  And Sis has radically changed her extracurriculars.  She has dropped piano, added horseback riding, and switched from figure skating to speedskating.  I'm so proud that she's trying something new, stretching herself, taking a risk.   I'm trying not to think of the real risks, as she suits up in helmet and kevlar neck protector!  But they take all the precautions, even have huge mats on the walls of the rink.  She was exhausted after the first session, which included more than an hour of conditioning--including hopping up the stairs and also doing crossovers up the stairs!!  But she hung in there and did it.  Then she spent about an hour learning the positions of speedskating and trying it out, all on special skates!  She really was pretty amazing!  A mom of a nationally-ranked skater said Sis would do well, that she was already taking to it quickly and she had strong legs.  She does like to go fast.

After she hobbled off the ice, we soaked her in Epsom salts and gave her some ibuprofen.  The next morning, she woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to go again.  She had horseback riding that evening, which also involves strong legs--with all the posting (essentially standing in the stirrups to keep weight off the horse).

For myself, I'm getting organized for our first GS meeting tomorrow and for historic house tours starting at the end of the month.  Hospice is ongoing; I'm with the same woman I visited in the spring and summer.

In addition to school and activities, the church year has also started.  It was nice to be back, after a bit of an absence in the spring when they canceled our early service.  Good to see friendly faces, important to reflect on September 11th.  I'm a lay minister, mostly in charge of meal coordination for people in need.  One of our summer recipients was up and about after extensive back surgery; she looked great! And I'm helping to teach a young member how to crochet.  I also signed up to be on the religious education steering committee. Meetings are before church, which is easier than weeknights.  There was also a book (re-)sale, at which we always find great items.  Mama got a book on the daughters of Genghis Khan.  I picked up The Hare with the Amber Eyes.  Sis picked up a few YA books.  And they chose for me a book on New England's stone walls.  I made an appreciative "ooooh" sound when they handed it to me, as Mama apparently predicted I would.  They all say I make that sound when I see an old stone wall (I love old stone walls.)  They say I make the same sound for raptors, butterflies, old houses--and a much gruntier sound for snakes!

Then we went for a delicious pancake and omelet breakfast, one of our favorite parts of going to church.

That's how the last two weeks have gone.  The temperatures have started to drop at night but are still warm for me during the day.  Our dogwood tree is already changing, though, most likely because of the moderate drought and stress of the extra heat.  I think we set a record on Saturday and will again tomorrow.  Ugh.  Bring me fall!


Sunday, September 4, 2016

Beginnings

School began last week and suddenly it feels like we never left.  The kiddos are in sixth grade, the last year of elementary school in our town.  They have the same teachers and classmates, being in the gifted and talented class, so it really was like a continuation of last year.  Next year will be a whole new world, though.  But let's not rush into that.  There are several fun sixth-grade activities like Nature's Classroom and a trip to a Broadway show, and then there will be school concerts (orchestra and chorus) and the spring play, of course.

Also beginning:  fall storm season.  Hurricane Hermine hit Florida and will bring some high winds and seas even in its diminished state.  We're not worried, but we did make sure we had batteries.  Mama's parents, whose house was damaged in Sandy, are watching very closely because the tide is already up to the back dunes of the beach eight houses away.

Another beginning:  fever season.  Both kids have temps at 100F and are grumpy.  Not sure if they picked up a virus at school or at the slumber/pool party they attended Friday night; it doesn't really matter, except it's a crappy way to spend a three-day weekend, lolling in bed uncomfortable.

Finally, it's been cool the last two nights, like shut-off-the-AC and open-the-windows and I-can-see-fall-around-the-corner cool.  The tropical storm brings hot temps next week (close to 90F), but it will cool back down soon enough.

Otherwise, everything pretty much starts now.  I'll go back to my volunteer triad--Girl Scouts, hospice, and historic house tours--and the kids continue all of their activities.  We have some small activities planned but no trips (I think, with our cat needing fluids every other day, we won't be planning any trips until later.)

Enjoy your weekend!

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Summertime

With school on Thursday, our summer is essentially over.  We're hanging out, not doing much, probably won't go anywhere this weekend.   We did do a lot this summer, looking over our list, but it came in spurts.  There were days, weeks even, when we just stayed home, inside, playing computer games and crafting.  We didn't swim as much as I expected, nor have as many playdates.  We never got to the beach nearby.  But I think that's okay.

It was more of a cat summer than we expected--we got Eris in the beginning and Mo had health challenges, including a stay at the vet hospital; I'm still giving him fluids every other day and he's doing really well.

We also went to the movies more than ever before, which isn't saying much because our total, per year, had been around one movie!  But with Ghostbusters, Life of Pets, Finding Dory, Kubo and the Two Strings etc., we went quite a bit for us.

I'm of two minds about summer ending, both ready for a schedule and the return of cooler weather AND sorry to have more things to do instead of the freedom of summer days.


What We Did This Summer
  1. Party/activity in honor of Aunt Sis--yep, Zentangle classes
  2. Go swimming at Y with friends--not at the Y but at a friend's pool
  3. Inspirational Art Rock Drop (decorate rocks and leave them in public places)--numerous times
  4. Meet friends at ice rink--we tried, but no one could play
  5. Attend town festival in June/volunteer at historic house--yep, annual town festival
  6. Birthday trip to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando--YAY!
  7. Beach trip in city--yep, with beach and movies but no ice cream truck
  8. Putt-putt golf--yep, on 4th of July weekend, at a new place for us
  9. Make ice cream--yep, raspberry chocolate chunk
  10. Have a lemonade stand (Bud asked to do it for Autism)--we raised $76
  11. Celebrate 4th of July--went to a kung fu friend's picnic
  12. Celebrate Mama's birthday--does Harry Potter World count?
  13. Birthday parties for kids--slumber party and rope course
  14. Create a Zentangle tile-a-day--I've done this
  15. Attend friends' Friday Night Dance Party--not as often as I'd like, but we've been a few times
  16. See Finding Dory--yes
  17. See Secret Life of Pets--yes
  18. See Kubo and the Two Strings--yes
  19. Harry Potter and the Curse Child book party--Mama and I went
  20. Zentangle classes with Sis and Bud helping--great success!
  21.  Learn a new game--for me, Dragonvale; the kids have picked up Slither-io.  We have all tried the "retro" games, 5 Seconds and Simon's Cat.
  22. Do some of our summer homework NOT the last week of school--yep, both have done a lot of reading and a little math at khanacademy.org
  23. Harry Potter tag--with special rules for spells like "incendio" (can't cross a certain fire line), "expelliarmus" (can't use wand for 20 seconds), and "stupefy" (can't move for 30 seconds)
  24. "B" movies--Sharknado!
  25. Those pre-80s TV shows--"Gilligan's Island," "Love Boat," "Happy Days," "Brady Bunch"
  26.  Watch "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." with kids
  27. Watch The Birds
  28. Mommies' nano-honeymoon weekend!!
  29. Watch Summer Olympics and eat Brazilian food
  30. plant pink and yellow coneflowers
  31.  Watch the Great British Bakeoff
  32. Sis starts horseback riding
  33. Mama and Sis take sailing lessons
  34. Sis has rock climbing camp
  35. Bud does computer camp--and spends one night
  36. A week with Gommie!
  37. Cats!!
  38. Overnight camp for a week for Bud
  39. lobster dinner sailing cruise
  40. Great Hawk Migration program
  41. ERIS!

    Monday, August 29, 2016

    "Lazy Circles in the Sky"

    Yesterday, we had a delightful afternoon yesterday, attending an Audubon program about hawks.  As you know, I'm fond of raptors, as is Mama--owls, falcons, hawks.  We've seen birds-of-prey shows, gone on an "owl prowl," taken falconry lessons, gone on a nighttime owl-tagging program, and taken every chance we can to see and learn about raptors.  And yesterday, we had another chance--we spent an hour or so learning about the body shapes, markings, flying profiles, behaviors, diet, "profession," and migration of hawks.

    Just a few takeaways:

    • Most hawks follow their food sources.  Some hawks eat small mammals mostly--like the Red-Tail Hawk--so they can stay up north during the winter.  Other hawks and raptors eat dragonflies and snakes and have to migrate south to find them.   Apparently, the peregrine will go from Greenland all the way to Tierra del Fuego!  On one occasion a few years ago, so many raptors passed through Panama City, that they had to close the airport--there were 2 million birds in the air that day!  Of course, some raptors stay closer--arctic birds think Buffalo is paradise in winter.  Connecticut is apparently one of the migration "funnels"--birds come from New England and Canada and see the Sound and turn right through Connecticut, which is why there are several official Hawk Watch spots here.  
    • You can even tell the original location of a bird somewhat by size.  Northern birds tend to be larger because it helps them save more body heat for winter.  (And of course, female birds are larger than male birds.)
    • The Audubon education specialist gave so much information (some of it via avian interpretative dance!) that I can't recall it all and might have mixed it up.  A bald eagle looks like a "barn door in the sky," while ospreys look like an "M."  Goshawks will fly like Luke Skywalker through trees (my comparison!), while harriers will sail low over trees or the brush near the coast.  
    • I couldn't keep track all of the markings--horizontal stripes, vertical stripes, thick, thin, brown, red, gray, all changing based on the age or gender of the raptor.  I know that juvie bald eagles are brownish and don't get that distinctive white head until they are about five years old.  A Northern Harrier female is brown and a male is white with gray, "the Gray Ghost."  
    • And I really doubt I'll be able to keep the size differentials of, say, the Red-Tail vs. the Red-Shouldered Hawk (smaller), straight.  I can recognize the tiny kestrel vs. a turkey vulture, though.  As my dad says, if you guess Red-Tail Hawk, you'll be right 90% of the time.  
    • For more information, go to Hawk Watch International.  There are some helpful fact sheets.  There will also be a Great Hawk Festival at Greenwich Audubon on September 16-17.
    Then we headed out to the field with our binoculars to spot some hawks.  I've never been very good with binoculars, but I'm getting better.  We have a nice pair from Pop and borrowed a few kids pairs so we could all look.  And the first thing we saw was a turkey vulture, of course.  But soon, there was an "accipiter"--some kind of red hawk--who actually attacked two turkey vultures repeatedly, high in the air.  It was fascinating.  And we all got to see it!  The official Hawk Watch volunteers (who are there everyday from mid-August to the beginning of December to count migrating raptors) also spotted an osprey, but I don't think the rest of us saw it.  (I did see an "M" osprey over the river driving to pick up Sis from horseback riding lessons today.)

    It was a lovely afternoon and I'm so excited to try out my new knowledge.  Though, it's pretty easy to identify a Snowy Owl!

    Tuesday, August 23, 2016

    Highlights

    So much to tell, so little blogging time while summer continues and school preparations begin.

    We had a MARVELOUS time with Gommie!  And, as you saw from my earlier list, we managed to squeeze so much in--and that's with a very slow Tuesday when everyone was tired and blah (both kiddos seemed to be fighting something virusy.)  I'll spare you a day-by-day description in favor of highlights, in random order.



    Schooner:  It's a tie for my favorite thing we did while Gommie was here, but since I hadn't done a sunset schooner cruise with lobster dinner before, I vote for it.  We headed to the port midday, stopping first for a quintessentially New England lunch at Abbott's Lobster in the Rough in picturesque Noank.  In a series of little shacks, we picked up lobster salad rolls, steamed mussels, steamed corn, frozen hot chocolates, apple crumble, and lemon slab pie with ice cream, all of which we ate overlooking a brilliant blue Sound with lots of white sailboats.  I felt like the cast of Carousel would burst out singing at any minutes!

    Then we headed to the dock in New London where the Mystic Whaler was waiting for us.  It's a I-don't-know-how-many-feet-long schooner built in the 1960s and refurbished.  With three sails and wooden decks and detailing, it felt older to me and transported me back to the great age of sail (without all the danger and hassle.)  New London, of course, was a major seaport in the country's colonial past--we even sailed by Revolutionary War-era Fort Trumbull and another fort.  We cruised out past the London Ledge light and got some great photos.  Gommie, Mama, and the kids even helped haul the sails while singing a chantey! It really was idyllic.  And the food was good, too.  There was clam chowder, lobsters, tasty grilled chicken for me and Sis, coleslaw, rolls, and cheesecake.  Even though there were two dozen or so other passengers, it never felt really crowded.  And the crew was especially helpful and nice.  I think it'd be lovely to take an overnight cruise with them.  I know Gommie had a great time, which made it extra special to be able to find something new for her.  Being on the water and dusk are two of her favorite things.  Though, she refrained from calling it "the nicest time of the day."



    Cats:  Our trip into NYC was a close second to the schooner cruise, especially because I think the kiddos had never been in the city with Gommie before.  We spent the day around Times Square, which is familiar to all of us, albeit never all together.  In fact, we really did the tourist thing, quite embarrassingly (and jokingly) pointing at tall buildings, stopping on the sidewalk for selfies, and going to tourist traps!  We did not, however, wear "I (heart) NY" shirts!  Our first stop was Madame Tussaud's, where there was a virtual reality Ghostbusters experience.  The kids and Mama loved donning the proton packs and hunting ghosts, but I didn't even try (the packs were 15 lbs) and Gommie got disoriented by the VR and stopped when it malfunctioned a bit.  The rest of the place was mostly uninteresting--the kids didn't know 90% of the figures and couldn't have cared less.  We did see a few they liked--Katniss from Hunger Games, some of the Avengers, and three of the Ghostbusters women--and decided if the whole place had been geeky was statues--Doctor Who, Star Wars, Pokemon, Studio Ghibli, etc--we would have had a blast.   Gommie did really enjoy posing with Hillary Clinton, too.

    We had dinner at Sapporo, our favorite quick pre-show eatery (don't forget that it's a cash-only place!)  Sis and I had our usual katsu chicken cutlet, to which she added gyoza and I added the potato salad with sesame-Japanese mayo dressing; and there was the yummy house slaw and soup.  Bud got soupy noodles (because there was enough time before curtain) and Mama got cold noodles.  Gommie got this delicious gyun-don shredded beef rice with sukiyaki sauce (I think), which I think I'll get next time.

    In the time before curtain, we perused both Hershey's and the M&M store, neither of which Gommie had seen.  Then, because it was hot out and we were a little tired, we sat in the Crowne Plaza--where there was the Liberty City Anime Con!  Gommie got to see all the cosplayers!  It was the perfect NYC people-watching spot.  With seats and AC!

    Then it was time for Cats.  We had great seats, second row Orchestra on an aisle; we don't usually sit that close at all, but it was great to see the elaborate garbage set and the amazing dancers close up.  And, during all the action, numerous cats ran down the aisle beside us.  In fact, Rum Tum Tugger was flirting with me!  (I had the aisle seat.)  At one point during the show, some cats pretended to take a photo of Tugger and me together.  Later, when he came down the aisle, he purred, "How do you like my fur?"  And yet again, he winked right at me from stage later.  Funny.  You're a cute kitty, RTT, but not my type.  Amazingly, during intermission, they let you up onstage to take photos with Old Deuteronomy!  We didn't know this so Mama and Sis had left for the bathroom and missed it, but Bud and I went and Deuteronomy played with Bud's hair (or, made a gesture similar to one he made in "Moments of Happiness" about memory.)  It was amazing to see the house from the stage; Bud grinned from ear to ear the whole time.  I was really sorry Sis missed it; so was she.  The show was pretty much exactly how I remembered it from when Gommie and I saw it on tour in Houston, in, oh, the early 1980s.  Though, there wasn't any "Growltiger's Last Stand" this time.  I loved it then and I loved it again.  Maybe even more sitting with my mom, my wife, and my kids, all of whom were enthralled.  We've been humming the songs ever since.  And both kids read T. S. Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats.

    After the show (and the purchase of some pins and magnets and a eared hoodie for me), we had our requisite trip to Junior's for snacks for the ride home--chocolate egg creams, cheesecake, black and white cookie, Cel-ray soda, and some French onion soup for Bud to eat the next day.  I think we weren't asleep until 2 a.m., but it was worth it.


    Food:  You know we love to eat out.  In addition to the Japanese food mentioned above, we ate at our favorite local Japanese place (after going to see Kubo and the Three Strings; more below.)  Mama, Bud, and Gommie had a big boat of sushi, while Sis had a chicken udon stir fry and I had chicken teriyaki.  There were also gyozas, harumaki, soup, salad, green tea, and mango mochi.

    We also took Gommie to a new German place we'd found, since we know she loves sausages and sauerkraut.  The table was groaning with a sausage tasting platter (kielbasa, weiss weiners, and something else), raclette (cheese on potatoes and pickles), big buttered pretzels, currywurst, jaegerschnitzel, chicken schnitzel, cold potato salad, steamed mussels, apple strudel, black forest cake, and I don't remember what else.  Whew!

    We also got take-out from the Italian deli, with various chicken parm and meatball grinders, seafood salad, chicken cutlet salad sandwich, etc.

    I almost forgot the meal her first night at a local bistro--steamed mussels in wine and garlic (the better of the two mussels she had this trip), hummus with olive gremolata, salt and pepper shrimp, homemade bread, and roasted chicken.

    Other food included the best local doughnuts, my own sourdough biscuits, Sis's oatmeal lace cookies

    I'm sure I've forgotten a few places--I don't think I cooked much if at all.


    Movies:  As a family, we've been going to more movies this year and we saw two with Gommie.  First, the kids wanted to take her to the new Ghostbusters, which she hadn't even heard of, to prepare her for the Ghostbusters experience at the wax museum.  She laughed through the whole thing, which was entertaining to Mama and me, since we know it's not her kind of film.  I enjoyed it just as much as the first time.  I think I liked Holtzmann even more this time!

    On preview night, we went to see Kubo and the Two Strings, which Bud had wanted to see since spotting the first trailer.  And then we learned that the brother of a friend of mine was the production designer.  Wow!  It was a masterpiece.  And I'm not just saying that because Sew and Sow reads my blog sometimes.  It was beautifully made--with this incredible stop-motion technique--with papers and fabrics.  Oh, the flying origami!  The original story seemed taken straight from Japanese folklore (and I loved the details of the samurai armor, netsuke, wabi sabi-like rice bowl during a meal, the cemetery and lantern ceremony, etc etc etc)  And what a story!  No spoilers here, only to say I loved the non-violent resolution.  If you go--and you should--stay for the credits; there's a behind-the-scenes bit that Bud tells me shows the largest stop-motion sculpture ever made (how does he know that??)  We talked about it for a few hours straight--over a Japanese dinner, no less.  Oh, and we even got free little pins because it was preview night.


    Maple Syrup Incident:  This was on my list so I feel I must explain it.  While trying to get food on the table before Bud had to go to kung fu, I realized an entire jug of maple syrup had been de-capped and upturned in the fridge, spilling all over not only a shelf but in both crisper drawers.  UGH.  Gommie saved the day with her thorough cleaning.  And Sis finished cooking Bud's dinner while I helped Gommie.  Bud was oblivious to it all and, probably wisely, stayed out of the kitchen.


    Pokemon Go!  Gommie had a thorough introduction to the VR world of Pokemon when Bud directed her around town for two hours hitting many of the best Pokestops.  I believe she even got one herself.


    Clockwise from left:  Sis, Gommie, me, and me again

    Clockwise from left: Sis, Gommie, me, and Bud

    Gommie's new tiles.  She really likes lace, on the bottom tile.


    Zentangle:  Last but not least, we did some tangling.  Gommie poured over my new books and practiced some new tangles.  And we all made a couple of family mosaics together.  I had gotten Gommie a special Zentangle "No Mistakes" t-shirt and also some little carrying-pouches for supplies that we decorated.  It really is a wonderful thing to do together.  And she's gotten really good!


    Games:  The kids save a lot of their game playing for Gommie, because she is so enthusiastic about it.  They played checkers, Simon's Cat, (tried to play) Harry Potter Clue, the 5-Second Rule, and Rummy Q.  We all played Telestrations, which Gommie picked up for us, a kind of old-fashioned telephone game plus Pictionary; we laughed and laughed at some of the outcomes (including "chicken man with furry face," "narwhal with legs," "bird in a pie," etc.)  Gommie was also game to try the Wii games Fantasia (directing an orchestra) and Just Dance (like Digital Dance Revolution.)  And we all told her all about Dragonvale.  Plus, of course, Pokemon Go, as described above.

    And that's about it.  Sure, Gommie went to horseback riding lessons, kung fu lessons, piano lessons (albeit in the house), and ice skating lessons, too, and there was down time swimming at a neighbor's pool, watching Olympics and such.  But, mainly, I think we squeezed in as much as we had energy to do.  And we started making plans for next time!!!

    Sunday, August 21, 2016

    What We Did with Gommie this Week

    Not quite in chronological order:

    Birthday party for kids' friend
    Soda at McDonald's
    Shiva for neighbor's dad
    Dinner--mussels, shrimp, hummus with gremolata
    Bud's virtual reality project
    Olympics
    Doughnuts
    5 Second Rule "retro" game
    Simon's Cat
    Scavenger hunt
    Dragonvale computer game
    Target for birthday presents
    Deli lunch
    Horseback riding lesson
    Ice cream
    Ghostbusters movie
    Ghostbusters Lego
    Just Dance WWii game
    Fantasia WWii game
    Zentangle tiles
    Zootopia movie
    Telestrations game
    German food
    Oatmeal Lace Cookies
    Kung Fu
    Maple syrup incident
    Pokémon Go
    Italian deli
    Sourdough biscuits
    Rummy Q, checkers, Clue,
    Kubo and the Two Strings movie
    Japanese food
    Zentangle pocket purse
    Madame Tussaud's
    Sapporo in Times Square
    M&Ms/Hershey's
    people watching at Liberty City Anime Con
    Cats
    Junior's cheesecake and egg cream
    Ice skating lesson
    Abbott's Lobster in the Rough for lunch
    Mystic Schooner cruise and lobster dinner

    Whew! 

    But she left today....and I'll give you details later.

    Thursday, August 11, 2016

    First Seven Jobs Meme

    There's a meme going around FB that asks you to list your first seven jobs.  At first, I thought, have I had seven jobs?  But I was only thinking of professional, career-oriented ones.  Because when I started to list them, I had some quirky ones.

    Hmmm, my first seven (paid) jobs:
    1. Camp counselor at a Girl Scout camp for children with special needs, Waring, Texas (and later at two other non-GS camps in Houston, TX)
    2. Office help, my dad's printing company (one full summer and some off and on jobs)
    3. Daycare worker/preschool teacher for 3s, KinderCare, Houston
    4. baker's assistant (for one day! the boss was so odd that I quit), NYC
    5. Library assistant, NYC--where I met Mama in 1994!!!!!
    6. Hallmark salesclerk, Houston
    7. emergency-certified special ed para (though I taught one class by myself), Klein ISD, Houston
    Bonus: Assistant, Granger Collection (stock photo library)
    There were a few others--teaching assistant, slide library assistant, substitute teacher, office assistant--before I got my first college teaching and then museum jobs. And lots of unpaid internships!!! Houston MFAH, San Antonio Museum of Art, NY Public Library, the Met . . . .

    But the one that sticks out at me right now is the summer I worked at my dad's print shop.  See, right now, my dad is negotiating to sell the print shop, after some 39+ years in the business.  I remember, vaguely, when he opened the shop, when I was seven or so years old.  The first space was in a strip center for businesses down by a mall near the airport.  It was raised off the parking lot, with a series of steps, leading into a long, narrow shop.  There was a front service counter and lots of equipment behind--black, noisy printers, paper cutter, lithography machines, a giant camera, a typesetter's computer.  But no high-speed copier that I recall, no computers.  Not yet.

    Things have changed in the printing business since the mid-1970s.  Back then, you went to printers for almost everything from menus and in-house manuals, to business cards and wedding invitations.  And regular photocopies.  Few people had computers to do their own design and so the typesetter did that.  Well, now I can design my own flyers and print them off on my home printer.  I can order business cards online, designing them myself; same with Christmas cards.  But for most of the life of the shop, you needed a print shop to do those things.

    Pop's shop moved a few times because of flooding in that part of Houston--ugh, the floods--not good for a paper-based business.  The one I remember most, after that first one, was approximately down the street, with a big square front office where the giant high-speed copier sat, a private office for my dad and another for his sales associates, and then a big area away in back for the large presses and warehouse shelves full of paper.  There were always candies in a glass jar on the counter, jokes posted around ("You want it when?"), and free pads of paper and such with the company logo; by then, the name had changed.  I loved all the paper--different weights and colors.  That was definitely a bonus of being a printer's daughter--great paper!  I also had personalized pads of paper growing up, with my name on them, sometimes with my own artwork.  We also gave personalized pads of paper to all my elementary-school teachers for Christmas.  I even had business cards, as a lark, when my neighborhood group of friends and I formed a drama group.  Mine said "director!"  Pop's office had a big dark wood desk and a credenza behind.  There were a couple of photos of Aunt Sis and I in frames and lots of framed duck stamp prints on the walls.  Pop has always been a big supporter of Ducks Unlimited and (the then-named) Gulf Coast Conservation Association and he'd bid on art prints at their meetings so there are lots of duck prints; I think there were even a few plaques honoring his contributions.  There were always a huge printing calculator on the desk, a checkbook, and lots of business papers.

    As a kid, I did small jobs for my dad--collating groups of papers to make manuals, stapling other sets of forms, stuffing envelopes full of the newsletters he once sent out.  I would do those lying in front of the tv at home.   Gommie worked off and on at the shop, but that was often a point of conflict, because they have different ways of working. 

    I remember, in the beginning, taking some of our only big family vacations to the conventions of the National Association of Quick Printers--to Orlando (Disney World and EPCOT), to Los Angeles (and Disney Land and Hollywood), to Philadelphia (and we went to Ohio to see my dad's sister--was this also the trip we went to DC?  It's blurry.)  Dad would attend the sessions while we had all the fun.

    Then, one summer, in high school or maybe even college, I actually worked everyday for my dad and got a real paycheck.  We would ride in together and then often have lunch together at local salad places or sandwich places; I went with him to the bank several times (Pop and banks had a tenuous relationship.)  I worked in the front area, answering phones and doing all the small jobs like collating and stapling, often listening to cassette tapes on my Walkman.  (I once stapled two fingers together, but the less said about that the better; I don't think Pop even knew that!  He does now.)  I even made some deliveries, which is amazing considering there was no GPS yet and I have very little sense of direction.  I met lots of my dad's customers and colleagues, his friends in the business.  He'd always come out of his office and shake hands when someone came in.  I believe he was fair and even generous with his customers and his employees--he goes above and beyond, never cheats anyone (which is why he gets so mad at those who are unfair or try to cheat him.  Banks again!)  He has dedicated long-time employees, many who became friends after they left (I corresponded with the daughter of one of his employees for years.)   

    Owning a small business is hard--lots of ups and downs outside of your control, lots of worries when things are down, similar worries even when things are good.  Sure, in theory, you set your own hours and are your own boss, but that only means it all falls on you and you never really get a break from any of it.  I'm proud of my dad for running the company successfully for close to four decades, for the lessons of hard work and fairness he demonstrated, for taking such good care of his family through his efforts.  I know business isn't what it was twenty years ago, but there were many technological factors that changed the very nature of printing.   It's bittersweet to let this huge chapter of his life go, even if he's ready.  I think my dad might say he wasn't a great businessman, but, if we've learned anything, especially recently, it's that making money and expanding a business at all costs isn't the best definition of "successful."  My dad is a good man, fair and generous, who cares for people and does what is right--I'm proud of him and glad that one of my first seven jobs included a summer at his shop.  Dad, in my book, you're "championship!"