Let Us Begin

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin. - Mother Teresa

The passing of Winter, the arrival of Spring and the anticipation of Summer represent the past, present and future. With Spring comes a sense of renewal, of life beginning afresh. We need to be present in the here and now and make the most of this day. Shall we begin?



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Where in the World Are You?

A day comes in the springtime

When earth puts forth her powers

Casts off the bonds of winter

And lights him hence with flowers...

- Dora Read Goodale

Do you ever read things that you know that you should know but that seem to have fallen through the cracks? Today is the Vernal Equinox, albeit a chilly one in my neck of the woods. Spring arrived here two weeks ago and slipped out the back door yesterday. I was going to share some Spring joy with all my friends, but that's not the case for everyone.

While it is Spring here, on the other side of the world folks are wrapping up Summer and sending it packing. One thought led to another and soon I was considering things like hemispheres and who was where, and if the dividing line circles the globe how come we have four hemispheres? Did you know the United States is in both the Northern and Western Hemispheres? 

There are two dividing lines. The first being the Equator, or zero degrees latitude, which divides the Northern and Southern Hemispheres. The second is the Prime Meridian, or zero degrees longitude, which divides the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. While the United States falls completely in both the Northern and Western Hemispheres, there are some countries which are intersected by these lines. The Prime Meridian intersects eight countries and twelve fall directly on the Equator. Depending on where the lines fall, you could be part of up to three hemispheres.

I am sure I must have learned this back in the day somewhere between Bedrock and Google, but I needed a refresher course.

So for my friends around the globe, in which hemisphere(s) are you located?

There is a good explanation found here.



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They're Everywhere!

Look for the small miracles and you'll find they're everywhere. -unknown

Baby Hedgehog

Life is a miracle. Enjoy yours.

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What Are You Doing Today?

What you do today can improve all your tomorrows. - Ralph Marston

The things you do each day impact each of the following days. For example, working out or even walking with a friend or strolling alone with your thoughts, can change how you feel tomorrow. Making good choices today, whether it's exercise, the food you eat or what you allow into your thoughts, put you in a better place for the days ahead.

What are you doing today to prepare for a better tomorrow? 



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Where's The Pizza?

Nobody's perfect, and our fondest memories of anyone are of the hilarious ways they proved it. - Robert Brault

Oops, no pizza in here.

This is so true!  Around our house there is always something to laugh about, and it is usually the stupidest simplest thing that sets off another round of guffaws.

Most of the time I am the one who does or says something that triggers it, and I am the one who laughs the hardest. But a few weeks ago on pizza night, Hubby got his turn.

It's always his job to pull the pizza out of the oven when it's done. Now what you need to know here is that the oven and the dishwasher are both black and right next to each other.  So with the over-sized oven mitts he got for Christmas, he goes to retrieve the pizza, stands squarely in front of the dishwasher, and starts to open the latch, pause..."wait, that's not right." 

We all have those days don't we?  Care to share, or tell on someone else?




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A Clean Slate

Whatever your past has been your future is spotless. - unknown

Our past may hold the stains of our mistakes, but what lies ahead has yet to be touched by our words and deeds.  Our future is a clean slate. How clean can we keep it once it becomes our present?


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When Easy Becomes Difficult

There is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it reluctantly. - Publius Terentius Afer

Publius Terentius Afer, better know in English as Terence, was a playwright whose comedies were performed back in 170-160 BC. He was of North African descent and brought to Rome as a slave by a Roman Senator who educated him and subsequently freed him. He wrote six plays, all of which survived.

I think what Terence is saying here is that no matter how easy the task, if it's something we dislike doing, and possibly procrastinate, it becomes difficult. Like, for example, unloading the dishwasher. It is a simple task that no one enjoys doing, therefore it becomes a painful job to be avoided.


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Pass It On

Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud. - Maya Angelou

You know that feeling you get when you see a rainbow? Happy and filled with wonder and joy. Let's try and pass on that same feeling to others around us.

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The End, Or Not?

This is Day 20 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is The End. Please visit the other participants for more stories.

So today concludes this year's edition of the 20 Days of Chill Writing Challenge. You know that although we have reached the end of the challenge, it isn't really the end, because when one door closes another one opens. 

There are always new challenges awaiting us and new adventures to embark upon. There are ideas to be born and discoveries to be made to stretch the imagination and feed our hunger for what is beyond the horizon. It's right through that door. Are you ready?


Thanks to P.J. for hosting this challenge. It's been fun and challenging.


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Food For Thought

This is Day 19 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Your favorite meal. Please visit the other participants for more stories.

Wow, I think this is the hardest prompt yet. I can't write about my favorite meal because I can't pick just one. So I'll try and categorize some of my favorites - in no particular order.

Most Anticipated: Pizza. I make homemade pizza about every other weekend.

Biggest Yum Factor: Grilled Skirt or Flatiron steak with a simple sauce of olive oil, garlic, parsley and anchovies, always served with potatoes.

Comfort Food: Macaroni and Cheese with Hatch chile peppers.

Favorite Vegetarian dish: White beans and rice with caramelized onions.

Favorite Seafood (at home): Grilled Salmon tied with Maple Soy Salmon, always served with potatoes.

Favorite Meal Out: Crab Legs or really any seafood meal along the coast.

I realize these aren't all complete meals, but the "with-its" vary depending on what I have on hand, and as always, potatoes make everything better.


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It's a Toss-Up

This is Day 18 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Coin. Please visit the other participants for more stories.

What do you think of when you hear the word coin? Money, more specifically change. However, that simple word has more meanings than the quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies rattling around in your pocket.

The process of making coins by stamping them in metal is called coining. Dimes were once coined from 90% silver.

New words or phrases are said to be coined, as in "to coin a phrase". While no one knows who actually started, or coined this phrase, it may have come about by the aforementioned making of coins. As the freshly-minted coins were new, the phrase "to coin" took on the meaning of something new, and by the sixteenth century coining new words was popular. It appears that has not changed, and new words are added to the dictionary regularly.

Coin can also refer to your fortune, or lack thereof. One who has much coin is considered rich.

Coins have two sides. First the opposite, or flip side of the coin. For example, the great news is it's raining, the bad news is game is canceled.  

And then where a thing is seen as having two sides that are closely related even though they don't seem so. Light and dark are two sides of the same coin - darkness is the absence of light and therefore light and dark are related.

The coin is also used to make a decision by tossing a coin and seeing how it lands. Heads we go out, tails we stay in. 

Finally, if two options are of equal interest or value and you can't decide, you may say it's a toss-up, in which case you may want to employ a coin toss.


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Homes Runs From A Different Era

This is Day 17 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Home Run. Please visit the other participants for more stories.

I will admit that I have never been to a baseball game, and I haven't watched a game on TV in years. As mentioned in Baseball and Hotdogs, I used to watch or listen to the Red Sox back in the 70s, and while there are a number of ways to score a run in baseball, there is nothing more exciting than a home run, unless it is a grand slam home run.

When you recall the names of some of the heavy hitters, you think of Babe Ruth (714), Hank Aaron (755), Barry Bonds (762), and for the Red Sox fans, Carl Yastrzemski (452), some of whom have been inducted into the National Baseball Hall of fame.

These are just some of a much longer list of players who's talent for hitting homes is well known.

However, there is a name that is not on that list, only because he played in the days before blacks were allowed in the major league. That name is Josh Gibson. One source states he supposedly hit around 962 home runs during his career, but statistics in the negro league were not accurately kept, so the world will never know how great some of those players really were.

Some statistics from Gibson's career:

In 1933, he hit .457 with 55 homers in 137 games against all competition (They commonly played outside their league).

In 1934, he hit 69 home runs against all competition and 11 homers in 52 league games.

His Hall of Fame plaque states he hit 'almost 800 home runs' during his career.

Statistics vary and his career batting average was reportedly anywhere from .350 to.384, the highest in the negro leagues.

He was born in 1911 and began playing in 1930 at age 18, and continued until 1946.

He died from a stroke in 1947 at the age of 35. His death came just three months before Jackie Robinson became the first black player in the major league.


Sources: List of Major League Baseball career home run leaders and Josh Gibson


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Not Just Another Vacation

This is Day 16 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Vacation. Please visit the other participants for more stories. 

Be an explorer. The universe is filled with wonder and magical things. - Flavia


Whether it is across the globe or in your own back yard, the world is a fascinating and wonderful place. Go check it out!

Photo credit: Ashley Morris

This was indeed a wonderful and magical experience. You can see the video and read about my experience in Linda Meets the Manatee. 



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Murder in the Warehouse

This is Day 15 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Can you hear me? Please visit the other participants for more stories. 

The investigation into Jenna's kidnapping continues.

After being briefed by the local PD, Charlie and Alex checked into the hotel, and even though it was 1 a.m., their minds were thoroughly engaged in the case. Alex got some sodas, chips and candy bars from the vending machine. 

"How's that going to look on the expense report?" chortled Charlie. "Eating junk food in New York."

"Well I'm hungry and it's a little late for room service. Besides it's better than the bar for case work, although maybe I could get some wings to go. What'd ya think?"

"Whatever cranks your tractor" cracked Charlie. "But seriously, let's lay out our plan and then get some sleep so we can hit the streets first thing." 

"According to her cell phone records, her last phone call was made from here," said Alex, pointing to the map laid out across the table. "The security camera showed her heading South along 8th Avenue. I suspect he grabbed her as she was coming out of one of the theaters. It looks like the bulk of the theaters are from 40th and 54th streets between 8th Avenue, and the Avenue of the Americas. That's a lot of ground to cover." 

"The local PD will be helping canvas, and I gave them a stack of photos of Jenna, with our hotline number on them to pass out. Actually the night shift is already on this, asking around in bars and clubs, and basically anyone who might have seen or heard anything." Charlie stretched "That's it for now, let's hit the sack."

"Great!" said Alex, suppressing a yawn. "A few zzz's and I'll be ready to go." His head hit the pillow and two minutes later the snoring started. Charlie sighed. "I hope for Jenna's sake and mine that this case is solved quickly." he muttered, as he pulled a pillow over his head.

A few hours later Charlie's cell phone rang. "Yes, we'll meet you there in 30. C'mon Alex, we just have time to clean up and grab some coffee and danish and get to the precinct."

The sergeant in charge led them to a conference room where he had a map on the wall and the case file open. "We got a tip from one of our CIs who frequents places where the mafia hang out. He hasn't seen Jenna, but he heard someone named Donato talking about locating a 'piece of scum with the brains of a cockroach'. They think he may be holed up in an old warehouse near the generating plant on the other side of the East River between 38th and 40th Avenues. Why is it always a warehouse?" questioned the sergeant rhetorically.

"Okay," said Charlie, "We need to move now. I need two officers with me. "Alex, you and the Sergeant take a couple men and move in from the North, we'll go in from the South. Listen everyone, no sirens or lights. We need to keep a low profile."

At the warehouse they work in pairs to quietly clear the perimeter and check the entrances. There is a broken out window and Alex climbs through, gun drawn and flashlight beaming around the room. Charlie and his crew are working the other side. Alex spots a storage closet and on a gut feeling, tries the knob. Locked. He radios for Charlie and looks around for something to pry the door open. 

"Alex, what's with the closet?" inquired Charlie. "Did you see any signs of our perp?" 

"Nope, I just have a hunch," as he pries the door open. There on the floor on an old blanket was Jenna. She was drugged, but she appeared to be otherwise unharmed. "Call for an ambulance," Alex requested as he tried to wake her.

"Jenna, can you hear me? It's Alex."

They searched the rest of the warehouse and found the kidnapper with a single gunshot wound to the head, execution style. 

"I guess Jenna was fortunate this time. Her kidnapper actually saved her life by knocking her out and locking her in the closet." Charlie grinned. "We all got lucky with that CI's tip. 

"Now do we investigate the murder?"

"Nope, it's a local thing" said Charlie. "The NYPD will be working that case. Let's go home."

For more adventures of Charlie and Alex:

Risky Business

Aliens, Really?
The Colombians
The Key
Stranded
The Last Laugh
The Morning After

Bears, Beans and Beer

Kidnapped

Jenna's Misfortune

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A Million Bucks

This is Day 14 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is If I had a million dollars. Please visit the other participants for more stories. Better late than never.

It would be nice to have a million dollars just to play with. I'd probably start with my dream house. A two-story house with a full basement and walk up attic (I love storage space) on at least ten acres with an attached two-car garage with bonus room, and a huge workshop for hubby with heat and A/C, partitions for different tasks (electronics, metal working, miscellaneous tinkering), a bathroom and refrigerator. Save the beer for after working with the power tools, please.

There would be a wrap around porch, an upper level deck with an outdoor kitchen, and a stone fireplace in the backyard, all excellent for entertaining.

I'd have a spacious kitchen with lots of drawers, cabinets and counter space. A must have would be a walk-in pantry with lots of shelves, drawers and slide outs for canned goods plus a main level laundry with a way to hang up jeans, dry sweaters and storage for laundry supplies - again with the storage.

It would have office space for both of us, plus two master bedrooms, one on each level, and two guestrooms upstairs with an additional bathroom. The main level would also have a powder room. The main living area would be an open floor plan with a big fireplace and lots of natural light.

In reality, if I were handed a million dollars, no strings attached, I would probably donate some, save some, buy hubby a new truck and maybe buy some version of my dream house.

What would you do?



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Tuesday Wines, Wednesday Chores

This is Day 13 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is The day after last night. Please visit the other participants for more stories.

This topic could conjure up all sorts of tales from the truly bizarre to the painfully mundane. Last night was fun but definitely not bizarre, and today leans more toward the mundane.

The third Tuesday of each month is our wine club meeting (American Wine Society). We are currently meeting in a private room in a downtown restaurant, where many of us have dinner first. 

After dinner, we began with a half hour social where we chatted with friends, talking about our cats, the weather and the dreadful parking situation. 

During the meeting, Sara Gutterbock, from Mutual Distributing Co., gave a delightful and educational presentation of Ancient Wines for Modern Times, and we tasted two whites and three reds, all from Italy, as she talked in detail about the varietals, history, locations, and ideal growing conditions for each. 

These were not your run-of-the-mill grocery store wines, not that there is anything wrong with that. That's where most of mine come from, but many of these varietals are rarely found outside their region. For the whites we had a blend of 25% Pinot Blanco, 25% Pinot Grigio and 60% Tocai Friulano (now called Tai) and a 100% Garganega Soave Classico. For the reds, the first was a blend of  90% Monica, 5% Carigano, and 5% Bovale Sardo, followed by two single-grape wines, Nerello Cappuccio and Uva di Troia.

We sampled the wines with a variety of cheese, crackers and salami that complemented the wines, which were all available for order. We enjoyed them all, and ordered some for ourselves.

As for the day after, it begins with watching Netflix and writing this post while hubby has breakfast with a group of amateur radio enthusiasts. Then comes the more mundane task of hand-washing all the tasting glasses from last night, unloading the dishwasher and a host of other daily chores. 

Rumble, rumble, thump -there goes the garbage truck. The recycle truck will be along later -then we'll haul the bins back to the house. The neighbors across the street have a large piece of trench-digging equipment at work in their yard. It is 26 degrees, and I don't envy those working outside as we anticipate the onset of snow showers this afternoon.

Yep, just another Wednesday...the day after Tuesday night.



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Can You See Me Now?

This is Day 12 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Dreaming. Please visit the other participants for a peek into they're dreaming about.

Today we continue Eli's story. The last we knew he was invisible.

Eli left the bar and headed home. He had to walk because a car driving itself would be hard to explain. He knew he had left Paul in a bad spot but there wasn't much he could do. 

"Excuse me," he muttered as he bumped into a fellow pedestrian. The gentleman looked startled. "Really, I have to be more careful and I need to stop talking to myself, I'm in enough trouble as it is. Just got to get home."

Finally he rounds the corner to his house, bolts up the steps, then checks to see if anyone is looking before he opens the door. Safely inside he collapses on the couch. "I must be dreaming. That's it! I'll just lay here and sleep and when I wake up everything will be all right."

Morning dawned bright and sunny, birds chirping, and the paper landed with a thump in the driveway. Eli roused himself from the couch, squinting at the sun streaming in the window. "Why am I on the couch? That must have been some night last night". 

He dragged his groggy butt into the kitchen and made some strong black coffee. "I must have really tied one on. At least it's Sunday so I don't have to go to work. Maybe I'll just get a shower and watch TV all day.

He padded down the hall to the bathroom, gulping down some aspirin with his last swallow of coffee.  He looked in the mirror and then he remembered. Last night he was invisible, and he left his car, not to mention Paul, at the bar. He peered closely at himself. "I look like crap, but at least I'm visible. I guess I was dreaming." 

His shower finished, he pulled on sweatpants and an Aerosmith tee shirt. Suddenly a bird landed on the ledge outside his open window. It was a beautiful bird with a thin gold chain in its beak. The chain fell to the ground as it spoke, "Hear what I say, Eli, you were not dreaming."

Eli's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "What? A talking bird?  Mother...?"


If you want to catch up on Eli's adventures:
Birdman
The Princess
Eli and the Redhead 
The Winged Woman
Meet Eli's Mother
Eli, Where Are You?

Edited to add links to previous posts.

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Baseball and Hot Dogs

This is Day 11 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is The best stadium food you ever ate. Please visit the other participants for more delicious posts.

Most of us have fond memories of food from our childhood. Whether it was our mom's homemade lasagna or a memorable chocolate birthday cake, food has a way of transporting us back to the past. - Homaro Cantu

I have no recollection of ever having eaten stadium food, at least as I suspect is being referred to in this prompt. I have grabbed a quick snack at a concession stand before a concert, but that was never anything to brag about.

Image Source: Dennis Wilkinson

So I will tell you a little about what I think the perfect stadium food would have been. My aunt and uncle lived in New Hampshire, about 50 or so miles outside of Boston, the home of the Boston Red Sox. The games were watched religiously, and if not televised then listened to on the radio. 

This was back in the day of Carl Yastrzemski and Carlton Fisk, among others. Now as far as I know they never actually went to the games, but were avid fans, nonetheless.

How does that relate to stadium food? Back in the day, there were these delicious hot dogs that I knew as New Hampshire Provisions. They don't exist now, at least not like they were back then. Even the last time I had them, they were not the same. But back then they were the "best hot dogs ever". The flavor and texture were great and they used natural casings so their was a slight pop when you bit into them. Pair that with the classic New England butter-grilled buns and it was an absolute delight. Just thinking about this takes me back to those summer visits, eating hot dogs and watching the Red Sox.


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Jenna's Misfortune

This is Day 10 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Misfortune. Please visit the other participants for more interesting views on this topic.

Sitting there in the pub, Alex listened quietly as Charlie shared what was known up to that point.

Image Source: Dave Newman

"It seems this photographer took a picture of Jenna during the SWAT rescue and associated her with the mob, and then some whack job gets it in his fool head that she is some sort of mafia princess and kidnapped her. He is holding her for a $1 million ransom. He's obviously not blessed in the brains department. The kicker is that the mob leaders don't know or care who she is or what happens to her. That makes her useless to him if he figures it out, and him a target of the mob just because...they've offed people for less.

"So it seems she had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time...again" stated Alex solemnly. 

"Well" said Charlie, she does have a habit of dating the mafia."

"That could change...when we get her back" replied Alex. "I guess we're off to New York. What was she doing in New York anyway? Wait a minute, she said something about auditioning for a part in a play but I didn't think she was serious. That'll give us a place to start. We'll hit the theaters, show her picture around and see if anyone has seen her."

Charlie agreed and called for the jet. "It's 9:30 now, we can be there in two hours. Do you have your go-bag with you?"

"Always! I'll meet you at the hangar."

"Touchdown at 11:30, Agent Shore" said the pilot as they boarded the plane. 

"Thanks!" Charlie checked his messages and called Kim, their liaison in New York, to get rooms reserved, contact information and a list of all the theaters.

"Hey Charlie, I always figured to go the theater when I was in New York, but this isn't what I had in mind" stated Alex wryly. "So where are we staying?"

"The Hyatt Midtown. It's not The Plaza, but it'll do. I just hope you don't snore this time. This is New York City, we get one room and I've got first dibs on the shower" said Charlie looking over his glasses at Alex.

When they arrived in the city, they had their list of theaters and contacts. "What are the chances we can find anyone to talk to tonight?" questioned Alex, eager to get started.

"I get your impatience, Alex, but the last performances began around 8 p.m. It's almost midnight so the theaters are probably closed now. I got a text from Kim and she has arranged space for us at the Midtown South PD, so we'll go there first and meet with the officer on duty. We want everyone on the same page," said Charlie as they climbed into their standard black SUV rental.

For more adventures of Charlie and Alex:

Risky Business

Aliens, Really?
The Colombians
The Key
Stranded
The Last Laugh
The Morning After

Bears, Beans and Beer

Kidnapped

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Out of Luck

This is Day 9 of the 20 Days of Chill writing challenge hosted by P. J. at A ‘lil HooHaa. Today's prompt is Slim Pickings. Please visit the other participants for more interesting views on this topic.

Have you ever gone to a potluck and find you were just out of luck instead?  There is a local event that I have attended a couple times. The decorations are tropical and the atmosphere is festive. There is music playing as people stream in to find a seat - friends and strangers sitting together at the many tables, each adorned with a centerpiece and a label. 

That label, my friends, is important. You must take note and pay attention. Each label on each table is an island name such as Oahu or Maui. To get to the food that each of you has lovingly prepared (or bought on the way) and carefully placed on the long serving tables, you must now wait for your island to be called. 

And wait...and wait...until all the other islands have been called and yours is the only table left sitting and there are three tables worth of people still in line ahead of you. By the time you inch your way to the front of the line, what looked like food for an army is now slim pickings indeed!

Now don't get me wrong it is a fun, hugely attended event and the staff goes out of their way to ensure everyone has good time...you just might not want to go hungry. In all fairness, my table wasn't always last - once it was next to the last.



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