CURIOSITY

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A pair of ground hogs were sitting on a no-post watching the traffic go by.
“I wonder where they all are going?” asked the one.
“Don’t know, but I’ll check it out,” suggested the other who dashed out to take a look and got hit b ya car and was immediately killed.
“Well I’ll be,” said the other, “this time curiosity did not kill the cat!”

TYPE O’S

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My fingers do not work well
because of the illness I got
When I try to hit just one key
I usually hit a lot

Sometimes I can not feel them
I think I gave them a hit
Sometimes I hit them way too hard
and create a letter fit!

My digits are not agile
they are now stiff and unyielding
So typing up my story
can be so frustrating!

Sometimes I hit two keys at a time
Sometimes I somehow hit three
Thank God its on a computer
corrections are done so easily.

And as for the space bar
its truly a hit and miss thing
though I try my best to do it
a mistake or two I fling.

So pardon my typographical errors
should you come across one or two
Forgive the odd little quirks
as I forgive them all from you.

I’M An Immature Senior – The book

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You may have noticed that some content has recently been removed from our blog, the reason…A book has been published! It is aptly titled I’M AN IMMATURE SENIOR.
It is available as softcover at www.morebooks.de, I will place a driect link to it on my page of direct links to books. It will eb avaialable in a few weeks as an e-book.

The softcover version is 19.90 Euros.

So its official, at last I’M AN IMMATURE SENIOR – the book is here!

A Vulture At Rest

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A Vulture At Rest

A large group of vultures had found just the perfect spot to roost. Countless old gnarled trees lined the edges of a deep fast flowing stream. Some of the trees were so old that their very tops had gone bare.
“A perfect place to sit and sun,” one of the older vultures observed.
Now there were at least three generations of vultures who traveled together in a band of some two dozen strong. They would roost at dusk and then shortly after daybreak begin their daily flight. Each would take their turn lifting their heavy bodies off the branches, flapping wildly until they caught the updraft of a warm thermal above them.
Thermals were columns of warm air, invisible to the eye, but present all the same ,and made flight for the bulky birds almost effortless. The problem was knowing where and when to catch a free ride.
One morning it was cool and gray. The summer was fast coming to an end. The newly fledged youngsters had not yet experienced such cool mornings. They were impatient to be on their way. The scent of carrion was strong.
“Probably road kill,” one of the youngsters noted. Since they were roosting near a road, it was likely.
An hour went by and yet the elder birds, who normally left the roost first, as was tradition, had yet to do so.
One of the youngsters could wait no more. “I’m off,” he exclaimed as he took flight.
After only a few moments of vigorous flapping he returned to the trees, so winded he could not speak.
The eldest vulture turned his way. “A vulture at rest is the best,” he observed.
“Well, I disagree. We have wings why not use them?” one of the young noted before he left the roost.
He too soon returned, winded and worn out. Several other young vultures followed suit only to find they could not fly away either.
After an hour the clouds cleared and the sun appeared and the whole group took wing, elders first of course.
The eldest smiled as he took off. “Yes a vulture at rest is the best.”
he flapped his wings a few brief times, caught a thermal and soared like a kite Round and round he went, lifted by the warm air current below him. He never had to even move a single feather. “Yes a vulture at rest is the best,” he noted again, proving that he who is wise and willing to wait can get a free ride.

Why I Write

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I began writing poems when I was around age eleven or twelve, about the time my little brother was diagnosed with Leukemia. His diagnosis was made when he was aged three, he passed on at age six. Those three years were a gift, as he was given but three months to live.
To this day I believe that my writing was a check valve against the sorrow of watching a three year old child suffer the disease of Leukemia. His progress through illness was not an easy one, but he kept his good nature and gentle manner, and smiled no matter how many tubes of harsh medicines he’d been given. He was an amazing little boy, often comforting other children on the ward who were not even as ill as he was.
When he passed, my creativity went into overdrive. I guess it was my way of coping. My poems were always happy ones, reflections of nature or rhymes about daybreak, that sort of thing. I became immersed in a fantasy world and became a voracious reader. I often left the real world behind because for me it was simply too harsh.
Throughout my brothers illness I also endured being a member of a very dysfunctional family. The dysfunction did not come about due to my brother’s illness, it was there all along, well before he was born, and continues to this very day.
My mother seldom showed any affection towards me or my sisters. Her form of love was conditional. If you did what you were told then you were tolerated, sort of. She often criticized, put me down and brow beat me. I could do nothing right. My father was often absent from the scene. He worked long hours. He too was dictated to when he was home, he did his best, putting a roof over our heads and kept us fed and clothed, but he was ineffectual against my mother’s dominating and manipulative manner. To this day I do not know why she had children, she so evidently disliked them.
So I began to write stories in which love was unconditional and magic could get a soul out of a fix otherwise unfixable.
When I left home and found my soul mate I learned that there truly was unconditional love in the world, and that I was not unwanted. Together he and I built a loving close knit family which has become the center of my universe.
Then when I became ill with Lupus and a plethora of other health issues and had to leave my career as a teacher, I had plenty of time on my hands. Enough time to revisit some of my earlier writing. From the bits and pieces of almost finished works I edited and revised when I could, sometimes only fifteen or twenty minutes a day.
I have not worked since 1997, and in the last year have managed to get some of my works published. It took me a while, but it was worth it, for now after almost a life time I can call myself an author.
I have taken my life experiences and used them as inspiration. I know first hand what matters in life- trust, honesty, integrity, unconditional love and acceptance, and I write about these most valuable things.

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At the start of this year in January I joined Twitter. Since then the learning curve has been steep. To begin with one has to find intelligent or insightful things to say. Not as easy as it sounds since one also has to do it in under 140 characters, including spaces! And at my age quick wit can be a challenge.
One must learn to say profound things in a brevity of words. Thankfully I still seem to have the knack.
I have also found that because of my disability, my hands are unreliable I frequently hit two or three keys at once, spasm and hit a key repeatedly, or miss keys all together, spell check is a blessing and I must limit my postings. But I try my best, though now and then something gets by me. I have learned perfection is good but not always easily attained. I usually post first thing in the morning when fatigue has yet to take me and my coordination is as good as it will get! I guess I still live by the adage of the early bird!
Getting logged in to the site is easy as long as I remember my password. Then I have to get my thoughts together and think of something to say. Sometimes long minutes pass and my mind remains empty, not a good feeling!
Every since very young I have had a talent with poetry, Haiku being my strength, so I always try to include that. Then I try to say something about writing, another life long pursuit.
At times local events inspire what I post.
Joining Twitter is easy simply go to www.twitter.com and follow the prompts to join.
It has taken me all these months to reach 200 followers, and I thank each and every one of them for being interested in what I have to say.
Is it worth the efforts you ask? I think so. So for those of you who have been hesitating about joining or going on Twitter, no worries, its easy and fun!

Lost Hope?

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Lately the news has been full of doom. Drought in California, Vancouver Island. Restrictive watering for Metro Vancouver. Smoke laden air and air quality warnings. Bumbles bees on the decline, sea birds too, as are bats and frogs. Heat waves, low flow rivers and streams dominate each news cast. I sit and wonder what are we to do?
Is this the end of our bountiful existence? I hope not. So then what can we do about this? I can share what I have done. In small measures we can help mitigate the situation. First my husband and I have eliminated over half of our lawn. We also limit our watering. We never use pesticides or herbicides on our lawn. I do use some on the walkways but it is a vinegar mixture, and only enough to keep the weeds down that we can not pick. I spray our grapes with insecticidal soap and live with the bugs that attack our cherry trees and fruit trees. We cut tent caterpillar out of our trees and compost them.
In the house I do not use chemical cleaners. I use vinegar for windows and counter tops. During flu season I use Lysol bacterial wipes on shared surfaces. I do not use over cleaner, window cleaners or counter-tops cleaners other than water and vinegar. If a drain gets sluggish I use a mixture of vinegar and baking soda. I put the soda in the drain first then follow with the vinegar. I use a certified Eco-friendly laundry detergent and dish soap. We do not plant flowers for we are reluctant to water anything unless we can eat it! Most everything we grow is done so in raised beds and each plant is watered with an emitter. In five minutes we can water our entire garden. The emitters drop a good amount of spray right to the roots, enough to keep our veggies growing well even in the worst heat.
We compost our food scraps, and have red wiggler worms in our compost bins, they turn stems and peelings into soil with speed. Soil we can use to keeps those raised beds fertile.
We have several areas of rock-work and gravel where grass once grew. Years ago we ran over seven sprinklers twice a day. Now we run two, once a day.
It has taken us some time and I know we can improve on our use of water, we are doing so already, limiting sprinkler use to once a day. We water in the evenings so that the water does not evaporate with the heat of the day. If it is forecast to rain, or rains, we do not water at all, why would we, mother nature did the job, yet many of our neighbors water no matter what, rain or shine! If even half of them cut out watering when it rains we would save a great deal on water consumption. If the nearby ranchers turned their systems off when it rained we would save even more!
By not using harsh chemicals we can help those small creatures that share our spaces with us to recover.
By cutting back on water use, even just a bit perhaps we can see those drying out rivers and streams begin to flow with force once again.
It only takes a small effort, multiplied by the efforts of many, to begin change.
The adage reuse, recycle, reduce had become a mantra with me and my husband. If everyone tried to do so we may just begin to slow global warming, allow our waterways to begin recovery and give the animals and insects around us a chance to return from the brink of extinction.
Walk or bike instead of driving. When you do drive, multitask and get many errands done, planned out so to mitigate the carbon impact.
Thinks about what you flush down the drain or the toilet. Everything goes back into the environment. What you do everyday may come back to haunt you, so make sure you do everything with thought and consideration to its impact.
It is not yet a hopeless situation, at least I don’t think so and if we each do our small part maybe we can fix this situation. I want to leave the planet better than I came to it. So many say we are here for a good time not a long time. It may well be true. Remember though, your children will be here well after you, and their children, and so on. I do not want my legacy to be the eventual extinction of the human species.

Time Travels

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When I was young I could hardly wait for the days to pass by, but oh they were slow to do so. It seemed an eternity to my birthday, to Christmas to summer vacation. As I grew up those days began to move just a bit quicker. It seemed an eternity before I got my driver’s license, when I did it seemed like just a blink and suddenly I was driving! I could hardly wait to grow up and be independent then one day I was. The waiting had been agony, the arrival seemed instantaneous. One day I was suddenly independent, grown up and on my own, or so it seemed. Then I could hardly wait for my wedding day, that was 34 years ago. It seems like yesterday. Where did all those precious days go? When I was pregnant I cherished each stage, but could hardly wait for my child to be born. He is now 33 years years of age and out on his own. He is a man full grown, following his own dream and studying entomology at the university. Not long ago, it seems, he was a little guy in gum boots with a a butterfly net chasing insects, now he is making a career of it. I long for the days when he brought his finds into the house and inadvertently they would escape. We went on a few merry chases! Time, once longed to pass swift, now goes far too fast for me.
I look in the mirror and see a gray haired old woman looking back and wonder where the young woman went? I look at my husband, his hair too is going gray. Though still quiet robust at seventy, he too is old. He still can make my pulse skip a beat, thank God! We have shared thirty three years together and they seemed to have spun by far too quickly. It doesn’t seem that long ago, I remember myself as an anxious young bride about to walk the isle into a union with him. We have both lost family members and friends since then, many to old age a few to sudden death. Our circle is shrinking.
I write fantasy and science fiction novels. In some of them time travel is possible. In many ancestors from the past, now dead, take active roles in the present. Real life has neither time travel or ancestors so easily reached. But I must admit, I do believe we have mastered time travel. It exists in the very passage of our lives. We glibly travel through time, unaware that we are doing so. The hours meld into days, the days into years, the years into decades. So that four or five decades seem like a single beat of the heart. Time travels and we go along with it, the trick is to slow it down long enough to enjoy it!

Canada Day

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I’ve been thinking about what it means to be Canadian, a fitting thought on Canada day. When I was young it meant learning french, (badly), saying the Lord’s prayer in school, singing Oh Canada, on special occasions. Everyone around me spoke English. I myself am of a very mixed ancestry, Maori, English, French. I lived in Mexico for six years during my childhood. When I began to attend Canadian schools there were very few foreigners in my classes. Most were pale skinned, blue eyed and very western. Being fresh from Mexico I didn’t quite fit in with the main crowd. So most of my friends were the miss-fits, the brown skinned girl from Africa, The little girl with braces on her legs due to Polio, the obese girl, the fisherman’s daughter from Japan. We became a close group.
Now when I visit the city of Richmond, where I grew up from aged eight into early adulthood, I see very few pale skinned, blue eyes souls. I feel like a minority there. Where I once wandered and walked with my friends as a child, there are now exotic stores named in letters I can not read. The people around me speak a language that sounds harsh to my ears. They often jostle by me and seem indifferent at best to my presence, no smiles no nods. The fabric of our country has changed. I think its great that we are so multicultural, but I can’t help wonder if in doing so we are losing our identity. In Richmond there are signs in Chinese that I can not read. If I go into those shops I am often received with chilled silence.
When did this happen? When did I become the foreigner in my own country? Now don’t get me wrong I’m all for immigration. After all, in a way we are all immigrants. We are all human beings who share this small limited planet. We all long for a better life. I am a fourth generation Canadian on my mother’s side, a third on my father’s. My husband is a tenth generation Canadian on his mother’s side and goes back countless generations on his mother’s side due to her First Nations ancestry.
He often notes how our culture seems to be fading, replaced by an alien culture we don’t fully understand. Often those new cultures seem to bring their issues with them, terrorism for example. I had never heard of terrorist cells in Canada until immigrants bought them to us.
So I wonder where its all going? Will we as people be able to keep the best of each culture, meld these positive traits and move on, or will we fracture, express the negative and in the end destroy each other? I am hoping that the fact we are all human beings and share this small vulnerable planet together, wisdom will prevail, and we will find a way, after all we are all in this together. As for the question of what is being Canadian means, perhaps the better question is, what does it mean to be a citizen of the planet earth?

Immature senior Put on Another Diet!

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Recently diagnosed with GERD. Doctor not sure what the cause is, the digestive enzymes for my chronic pancreatitis, or the Lupus itself. Could be both. The fat counts in my blood were still up as well, indicating an inflamed pancreas. So I had to reduce my minimal fat intake…again.
In the last two weeks I have been trying to find food I can eat. Its been an eye opener! Here I though, I was easting well all along. I have oatmeal for breakfast, noodle soup (Low salt) for lunch and steamed bland something for dinner. My snacks are no sugar apple sauce or whole grain Cheerios. I have on low fat yogurt a day. After being told about the fat intake I began to wonder where it was coming from…found it in the noodle soup! I also had chicken strips now and then, found them full of fat too! The noodle soups are full of trans fats, 12 grams fats, 6 grams tranfats one package. These are the flat hard Asian noodles. In one meal was getting 30% of my daily intake! For a low fat diet, that’s a lot! So no more of them! No more chicken strips either. I had considered them okay, but being deep fired they are not. If I go out for a meal now I am limited to grilled chicken. I do not eat beef, and am allergic to fish. I am a tad worried that the doctors will soon make mention of gluten! Lets hope not or I’ll starve.
Due to the pancreatic issues I can only eat easy to digest foods, all cooked in some way, so salads are out, tried them and they tied me up in knots! I can not eat acidic foods, so citrus is out as are tomatoes, onions and garlic and no spices of any sort. You try going out in the world and finding food without them! I am hoping that somewhere out there there exist a food producer interested in folk like me, and will begin making easy to prepare foods, or restaurant fare that can be consumed by souls in my situation so we can eat our now and then. Its bad enough that I have to take a digestive enzyme pill with every meal. (Its a capsule form, with coated granules inside, I can open it up to take it) it’s very powerful stuff, prescription, and since I can not swallow pills must be mixed in a small bit of jam to be taken. This on its own creates a public stir. I have had people ask me pointedly what I am doing! Life has become a bit of a challenge.
These last three weeks I have not done any editing or writing at all, too down! I am almost always hungry, and find eating no longer a pleasure. I do it to fuel myself, nothing more. The food at best is bland, even when I try to fool myself into thinking otherwise. My husband has been great about it, eating the same stuff I do to make meal preparation easier. He takes care of his own breakfast and lunch, and never complains about the supper I serve, though I suspect he is getting tired of the bland! I have offered to make him a big plate of spicy pasta, but he refuses. He feels its unfair to have me prepare such a meal and not get to enjoy it. He has offered to cook his own, but its my kitchen! At least so far it is.
Just this last week the USA announced its ban on transfats. I applaud them and hope that Canada catches up to that plan soon, then it will forced the food manufactures to make foods free of the stuff and I can start having soup again! Until then the hunt is on, I seek something tasty to eat that doesn’t eat my gut out in return!