“Each day comes bearing it’s own gift. Untie the ribbons.” (BAH)

imagesThat was the writing prompt today in the journal class.  I don’t like to be reminded I should be happy, grateful . . .  I blame it on college – being surrounded by barefoot “flower children”, wearing tie-dye,  flowers stuck in flowing hair, singing about love (not to mention “practicing” it) while I was working 30 hours a week to pay for my education.  Did I mention I went to The University of California at Berkeley . . . ?

Berkeley was a foreign country across the world from the Arizona high school I had attended: Girls were allowed to wear pants to school one day a year – rodeo day; The only drug I knew about was aspirin; Acid was hydrochloric; If you went barefoot the bottom of your feet would be seared from the 124 degree summer heat and; “Love” was “necking” at the drive-in theatre. (It was aptly called “necking” as all the action took place from the neck up). 

I was out of my element in college.  I watched, listened, standing on the outside looking in and had no clue I was observing a cultural phenomena.  All my time and energy went to financial and academic survival.

Decades later hearing positive sayings, aphorisms, slogans my brain reels itself emotionally back to college when I was in survival mode – working, studying, envious of those who untied their ribbons and freely, spontaneously savored the gifts of each day of their lives.

Today I drive a VW Beetle with a peace sign on the side . . . go figure

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A peak into my world – Hit and Miss

"Here she goes . . .again"

Bob the Blobfish: “Here she goes . . .again”

Important background information

I remember the first time I was called “Ma’am”. It was spewed out by a 15-year-old bag bog at the supermarket. I was barely into my 30’s.

Stay with me

 This morning I had a heart halter monitor “installed” (Nothing serious – just trying to titrate off of anti-arrhythmia medication which necessitates 24 hour monitoring just in case my heart protests)  It’s always a bit sobering when I have anything heart related.  It reminds me that while I’m aging on the outside for the world to see my insides are wrinkling too.  On my way back I stopped at Costco for lunch.

Be patient it will all make sense

I often go to Costco for lunch or dinner (for those of you in other parts of the world – it’s a warehouse store where the smallest quantities are packaged for a family of 20).  I  feast on food samples being handed out to market products.  

The best times for dining are Saturdays and Sundays where the aisles are replete with men and women, wearing white things over their hair, dishing out miniscule samples of food.  It is a leisurely meal because it takes time going back for seconds and thirds without looking conspicuous.

Today there was a new product – energy bars. Energy is something I can always use so I stopped to eat.  The samples were being served by a very friendly, manipulative young man.   He was youthfully cute wearing a white thing over his hair .

He informatively explained, “WE only use the best ingredients.”  WE don’t use additives”, “OUR bars have low sodium  . . . ”  If I hadn’t been around the aisle a few times (figuratively and literally) I would have thought he owned the company or at least was a major imagesstockholder.

He encouraged me to try all the three flavors and sample as much as I wished.  What’a treat not having to sneak back for second and third helpings.  Instead of reeling down the aisles looking for the next food cart I lingered at the table slowly savoring each sample – very tasty. I read the label – good ingredients. Checked how many bars a package – good price.  I threw a box into my cart.  “Thank you, Miss”, he called out. The “MISS” ricocheted off my psyche just as the MA’AM had done decades earlier.

images-1I’m seriously thinking of going back to help him fine-tune how he markets to MATURE women.  This is what I’m going to tell him: Call women “Miss” from  20 to 50. Those are the ages when we desperately care and love the recognition that we still look youthful;  Call women 50 years and older Ma’am.  This is when WE crave respect, know how we look and NEED ENERGY to care.

If this helps him sell more energy bars I may ask for a cut.

I TOLD you if you stuck with me it would make sense.

Betty Blobfish: "Growing old is not for the faint of heart"

Betty Blobfish: “Growing old is not for the faint of heart”

 

New Findings! The Sun Revolves around the Earth . . .

(Parenthetically speaking: Human beings as we know them today maybe wired to their cells but their batteries are dead).

1 In 4 Americans Thinks The Sun Goes Around The Earth, Survey Says
by SCOTT NEUMAN

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A quarter of Americans surveyed could not correctly answer that the Earth revolves around the sun and not the other way around, (100% of those surveyed read the National Inquirer for  science information) according to a report out Friday from the National Science Foundation.”

“The survey of 2,200 people in the United States was conducted by the NSF in 2012 and released on Friday at an annual meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science meeting in Chicago.”

“To the question “Does the Earth go around the Sun, or does the Sun go around the Earth,” 26 percent of those surveyed answered incorrectly.” (ah, this explains why men don’t like to ask for directions when they are lost)

“In the same survey, just 39 percent answered correctly (true) that “The universe began with a huge explosion” and only 48 percent said “Human beings, as we know them today, developed from earlier species of animals”.  (Human beings as we know them today will end with a huge implosion)

Just over half understood that antibiotics are not effective against viruses. (The 50% that didn’t understand thought Anti Biotics was a rock band)

If you want to see how American’s understand fared against the China and Europe you’ll have to read the rest of the article because I’ve just lost my faith in human beings as we know them today and I’ve got to go find it . http://www.npr.org/

Winter Wonderlands by Ida & Freddie

Dear Best Friend, Ida, Human Being.

Thank you for sending me these pictures you took.  I’m sending you pictures I took.  Your pictures are very beautiful but you are right . . . It’s good I live in the West.

Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT

The East

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The West

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I would make territory on this tree (when it’s spring)

Turkey Time is Haiku Time

Heartfelt Thanksgiving:

Thankful I’m not a turkey

I can’t  sing or dance 

Have a deeeeeeeeeelicious vegetarian Thanksgiving!

P.S.  Since my last post, Leo of Haiku-Heights has undecided to stop Haiku-Heights and redecided to continue!   (Don’t comment on my prose – it’s poetic license!)

Bonjour Haiku Heights

another new beginning!

No adieu for you