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Have You Thought About Birds Lately?

My screened-in porch faces two tall trees that are especially attractive to different species of nesting birds, and both trees are used annually for this purpose. One of the trees has a hole in its trunk, the perfect size for a nest. The other tree is particularly inviting to birds that prefer to build outdoor nests high up off the ground using twigs and leaves and stuff.

This year, Red-Bellied Woodpeckers have been flitting in and out of the hole. I haven’t seen the babies yet, but the mom and pop are hard to miss.

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This particular woodpecker is the reason I became interested in birds back in 1994. That was the first time I ever saw one. I walked out onto the patio and he was standing by a row of evergreen trees in my backyard, examining his surroundings. At first, I was drawn to him because of his bright coloring. I leaned my elbows on the railing and rested my chin on my fists, and tried to be as invisible as possible. while he conducted a thorough survey of the yard. When he finally flew up into the trees and disappeared within the branches, I was hooked. The very next day, I bought my first bird guidebook.

Since then, I haven’t seen another Red-Bellied Woodpecker, so this year I’m having the time of my life watching and waiting for the birth of new baby woodpeckers.

Now for the rest of the story. (And you thought only Paul Harvey said that.)

I noticed this past weekend that there hasn’t been much bird activity out back. Usually, in addition to the woodpecker nest, there are loads of other birds chirping and flapping from one tree to another — frivolity reigns– at least that’s what it seems like to me, the observer.

However, on Saturday, when I sat on the porch to finish my cup of tea, I missed the frenzied pandemonium. A curious pall had settled in. Then something large flew overhead and cast an enormous shadow on the ground. When it came into view, I realized why things had become so still and quiet. Nesting in the other tree was a Red-Tailed Hawk.

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The wing-span on these hawks is colossal.

Being able to observe another nesting pair so closely should’ve given me a warm, fuzzy feeling. Instead, I fretted over “my” woodpecker nest. Would they have to abandon their nest? It appeared every other bird in the neighborhood decided to vacate.

But, so far, the woodpeckers have remained steadfast. Surprisingly, the hawks have kept to their own tree. As the weekend came to a close, both sets of parents appeared to be living in harmony. Still, I ‘m a nervous wreck.

Of course, my woodpeckers are not the only birds in harm’s way. The recent oil spill in the San Francisco Bay left birds suffering with people helplessly watching in despair. For an eyewitness account, visit a blog written by a gentleman who lives in San Francisco.

http://raptorgallery.wordpress.com/2007/11/09/oil-spills/

Tradition

Last weekend I returned a plastic food container to my neighbor. Days before, when she first handed it to me, it contained three slices of marble cheesecake. I returned it to her filled with homemade lasagna. In my family, a food container is never returned to its original owner empty. It’s tradition.

I became aware of this tradition when I was around five years old. While my mother and father worked days, my grandmother became my babysitter. Quite often she handed me a bowl of food covered with waxed paper and instructed me to deliver it to her next door neighbor, or sometimes to the lady who lived two doors away. In those days, you did what you were told and didn’t ask too many questions, but one day I decided to ask.

She explained that for generations her family never returned an empty bowl to a friend.  (Remember there were no plastic containers in those days, the usual vessel was some type of bowl). Of course, I wanted to know why. I remember the rest of the conversation as if it was yesterday.

“The bowl of food symbolizes my good wishes that my friend’s family will always be free from want.

I understood the term “free from want” because my grandmother used it quite often in connection with my poor eating habits, telling me how children in other parts of the world were starving, and how I was fortunate to be “free from want.” Consequently, no explanation was needed there, but I did wonder how she would answer my next question. What about the time you put a penny in the bowl that you returned to Mrs. Bernolli?”

I distincly remembered that penny because I heard it jingling as I walked down the block and when I looked through the waxed paper into the bowl, there it was, a penny. I swirled it around and listened to it tinkle all the way to Mrs. Bernolli’s house.

My grandmother smiled. “Ah, the penny.  I didn’t have enough food to share with her that day. When she received the penny, I knew she would understand. My wish to her was the same, even though I could only show it with a penny.”

Now we were getting down to the nitty-gritty. “Are we poor, Grandmom?”

“No, we are rich–in spirit. If you remember nothing else I ever tell you, child, remember this–never return an empty bowl to anyone. It’s tradition.”

I never forgot. That’s why my neighbor received a container of lasagna last weekend.

All this talk about food got me to wondering about other traditions and I found a couple of interesting ones.

On Whit Sunday in England, they have a Bread and Cheese Throwing Tradition.

Did you ever wonder where the traditions of the tiered wedding cake, and toasting the newly-wed couple came from?

Long ago in France, it was the custom for villagers to throw buns into a pile in preparation for the wedding feast. A clever baker decided to take some bun-like pastries stuffed with cream and fastened them as a pyramid, like the mound of buns, creating a tall cone of caramel-coated cream puffs called croque-en-bouche (“crisp in the mouth”). The cone may be topped with caged doves, which are released to symbolize the newlyweds’ departure from their families.

In Brittany, the wedding party and the bride and groom drink from a glass of brandy poured over a piece of white bread, symbolic of the beginning of the “toasting” custom. The couple has the last sip and eats the bread for good luck.

And, in your wildest dreams, did you ever think there could be a tradition involving April Fish?

In German an April Fools’ prank is called “Aprilscherz”, in Dutch “aprilgrap”, in Danish “aprilsnar”… you get the picture. But in some places, it is called an “April Fish”: the “poisson d’Avril” in French, the “Aprilvis” in Dutch and the “Pesce d’Aprile” in Italian.

Any kind of April Fool’s prank can be called an April Fish, but often it is a very simplest prank, consisting in the attempt to attach a piece of paper cut in the shape of a fish onto someone’s back, without that person noticing. When after some time, during which the victim is the unwitting butt of the joke, he or she finds out, everyone shouts “April Fish!” Traditionally, a real dead fish was stuck onto the victim’s back, with the intention that he would eventually notice it by its smell.

The name “April Fish” is also applied to the victim of the joke. The idea is that an April fish is a very young fish, and thus easily “caught”.

Traditions. There must be thousands of them around the globe.

In my particular case, when I stood on my neighbor’s doorstep last week and handed her the container, she felt its weight, squinched-up her eyebrows, and got this puzzled look on her face.

I laughed and gave her the short version of my story and told her, “My grandmother is making sure your family remains free from want.”

She was still smiling and shaking her head as she watched me jump back into my car and drive away.

WORD PLAY

I’ve already mentioned the importance of taking the time to journal once in awhile so that a small part of your history will remain alive forever on a written page. It’s important, and I’ll keep saying it.

But sometimes, it’s important to have fun with words, too. With that in mind, I’d like to introduce you to a contest that the Washington Post conducts annually. It’s call the Annual Neologism Contest. Readers are encouraged to begin with a common word, but give it a new meaning. For example:

Coffee – The person upon whom one coughs.

Balderdash – A rapidly receding hairline.

Flabbergasted – Appalled over how much weight you have gained.

 Another portion of the contest, and my favorite, invites readers to again start with a common word, but this time add one letter, or take away one letter, or change one letter. Then supply a new definition. Some examples:

Giraffiti – Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Karmageddon – It’s like when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

Decafalon – The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

If you’d like to see the entire list, go to Washington Post Annual Neologism Contest Winners. Enjoy.

And don’t forget, think seriously about writing something down, any little thing will do just fine. It doesn’t have to be clever, it just has to be about YOU.

Carnival Cruise Excursions

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Let me tell you about the excursions I took while on my cruise. They didn’t disappoint.

Truth be told, I usually look forward to doing a lot of reading and relaxing on a cruise, but on this particular trip, I traveled with my friend, Robin, who had never been on a cruise before. “I want to experience everything,” she said, so we planned to do an excursion at every port.

Even though I’m young at heart (we danced every night while onboard until the wee hours), the thought of also taking part in super-adventurous explorations at every port was daunting and, yes, would have been impossible. But all major cruise lines offer a vast and varied list of shore excursions and, luckily, there are any number of things one can do without nursing a cartload of aches and pains the next day. The excursions we chose were a perfect fit for both of us.

  • First stop–Cozumel, Mexico for our adventure on the Atlantis Submarine. The dive went down to a depth of 125 feet. The water was crystal clear, and our pilot pointed out the different coral formations and fish we encounterd. A most excellent voyage.
  • Our next port was Belize, where we toured a Mayan Ruin known as Altun Ha. We had a knowledgeable guide who explained how the site was discovered, where certain bodies were unearthed, and what the archeologists surmised each time something new was uncovered. Robin climbed to the top of the tallest temple. I was happy to be the person on the ground acting as the photographer.
  • Our last and most physically challenging excursion was a Catamaran & Snorkling Adventure off the coast of Roatan, Honduras. The underwater beauty of the reef with its inhabitants was astounding.

Of course, a cruise wouldn’t be a cruise without a little shopping. We bought the obligatory t-shirts and a few souvenirs.

Possibly the best part of any cruise, which I touched on briefly in my last post, is the people that you meet onboard the ship. Robin and I shared dinner with a lovely group of people each night and one evening after dinner, at Robin’s suggestion, we all shuffled up to Deck 5 to have our picture taken in Western costumes. The perfect memento for a perfect cruise.

Cruise Travel

As I mentioned in my last post, I have been cruising. Some of the things I like best about this type of vacation are:

1)  The ship is your hotel,  2)  You don’t need a rental car to get around,  3)  The food is abundant and there’s no decision-making regarding which unfamiliar restaurant to eat at,  4)  There’s loads of activites on and off the ship,  5)  There’s plenty of time to relax, if that’s your preference, and  6)  You always meet new and interesting people.

The Carnival Cruise Line, which I sailed on this time, still advertises itself as The Fun Ships, but the age of its passengers has changed over the past 10 or 15 years. It’s not exclusively for the young, single crowd. All ages sail on Carnival now. There’s something for everyone and, you can feel perfectly comfortable bringing the grandkids along. They have excellent programs for both youngsters and teens.

An article from USA Today reports:

“… Carnival and Disney Cruise Line stand out for their exceptionally comprehensive children’s and teens’ programs.

Disney Cruise Line is no surprise winner in this category, for obvious reasons. The Disney Magic and Disney Wonder have entire decks dedicated to kid-friendly activities and separate family and adults-only pools. Cabins are designed to accommodate families with extra beds and split bathrooms, and Disney characters make appearances throughout the sailing.

Camp Carnival offers age-specific, supervised activities for kids ages two to five, six to eight, nine to 11, 12 to 14, and 15 to 17. Its ships offer extensive children’s play areas, as well as the Club O2 teen lounge. Children do not need to be toilet-trained to take part in Camp Carnival activities.”

While the kids are being entertained, you are free to, pehaps, enjoy a massage in the Spa, or take in an exercise class, or shop on board. Carnival gets high marks for their Fun Shops, which are varied and fit every individual’s pocketbook.

Although I cruised with Carnival this time, I often cruise with Royal Caribbean, which I have enjoyed many times in the past, also.

Lest this sound too much like an advertisement, I will mention that trying to move 3,000 or more people off any ship at the end of a cruise is a long, tedious process, and not all of my cruising experiences have been wonderful. I went on a Norwegian cruise a few years back that was an absolute horror, although since then, I have met other people who enjoyed their Norwegian cruise.

Overall, cruising is one of my favorite ways to vacation, and if you’ve never tried it, I highly recommend you give it a try.

Next week, I’ll tell you about the many excursions I took during this trip.

Silk Stockings

I think I’ll write about something that is not a part of my personal experience. These days, that’s somewhat of a rarity, however, this actually happened before I was born. It’s something my mother and her girlfriends did during WW II.

 

First, it’s important to know that up until the New York World’s Fair of 1940, women still wore silk stockings with a seam running up the back of the leg. That year at the Fair, though, a new material was exhibited by the DuPont Company. Since this was its first introduction to the public, DuPont named it nylon, the “ny” stood for New York.

According to Mark Falco’s Hiistory of Nylons

…after the New York World Fair when the new miracle fiber in the form of nylon stockings hit the market on May 14th 1940. Women rushed out to buy them, not in their thousands, but in their millions!

Two years later the production of nylon stockings went on something of a hold as nylon was enrolled in helping the war effort, being used in such things as parachute and tent production.

My mother told me during the time when stockings became scarce, she and her friends became quite adept at mimicking seam lines. First they applied pancake makeup to the back of their legs. Then they drew seam lines on each others’ legs with eyebrow pencil. It took a steady hand, although my mother admitted that when she was in a hurry, she drew some pretty crooked lines. That wasn’t a terribly bad thing because the seams on nylon stockings very often became crooked after they were worn for several hours. So, unless the lines were really squiggly, they were deemed acceptable.

Since I’m composing this post from a chaise lounge, by the pool, on a ship headed for Cozumel, Mexico, my next post will be about travel.. My cruise includes stops in Belize, Freeport and Roatan, Honduras.

Top Ten List

Since this blog is going to deal with an eclectic array of topics, I thought you might like to know where the topics come from. One of the methods I use to spark an idea comes from my Top Ten List. (No, Dave doesn’t own that idea.)

 

If you journal or keep a diary, you may find my list helpful.

 

1.  What surprised me this week?

2.  What challenged me this week?

3.  What tickled me this week:

4.  What contented me this week?

5.  What did I learn this week?

6.  What pained me this week?

7.  What angered me this week?

8.  What inspired me this week?

9.  What entertained me this week?

10. What did I do this week?

 

As it happens, I had a big surprise this past week. I was waiting for a powerful downpour of rain to abate so that I could walk from my office to the parking garage. I was looking out the window of the 18th floor, when I realized the rain was falling sideways. Maybe you’ve seen this phenomenon before, but I hadn’t. I was studying this odd occurrence, thinking it must be pretty windy out there, when a large piece of plywood flew by the window.

 

Surprise #2! Plywood flying through the air. (There’s a lot of construction going on in the downtown area.)

 

The storm didn’t last very long, maybe an hour, but in addition to wrecking havoc at the building sites, it brought down trees and signs. It was a. wild, wicked, wonderful storm that came out of nowhere and left a whole lot of mischief behind.