Some things pair well — bread and butter, salt and pepper, or cat and dog — often come into our minds as a duo.
Glancing around my home recently, I discovered a few book and mug pairs that I wish to share.
When curiosity about one of my favorite insects strikes, the book comes in handy. Perhaps I saw one on a walk. Or I’m writing and my character would know the correct name. That’s the purpose of Field Guides.
Taking a little time and enjoying tea or coffee with my reading? The mug from the Butterfly House makes the ideal companion.
Busy fingers make happy hands. Keep your mind active. Read. Write. Work math or word puzzles.
Early this year — when Covid 19 was first getting an official name and riding airplanes and ships throughout the world — I decided to work jigsaw puzzles. My goal was to keep my fingers busy with puzzle pieces instead of food while watching evening TV.
Months later — results are mixed. Lots of puzzles have been worked. Some I owned, a couple I checked out from the library, and a timely gift of dozens of used ones filled some boxes.
Some days, at at least a class or two, were delightful. My attitude and abilities fit with my major. Other days– not so much. How did I do on that quiz? Why doesn’t the sugar crystalize? Do I care which direction the electrons flow?
Do you have similar doors in your life? Does your experience run more to unexpected pleasure or disappointment?
Not all beaches involve tides, oceans, or salt water.
This lovely beach features rock worn smooth by centuries of water and fresh water that remains cool year-round. The wooden pilings are the remains of an old lumber loading pier. Launch a boat from this point and navigate with care and you could travel a thousand miles before you changed from fresh water to salt.
Where am I? Standing near the Western tip of Lake Superior.
Growing up on the farm — I was acquainted with several different types of fences.
Keeping the “line fence” in good repair was important. This was the marking of your property “line”. Often owners of adjacent properties shared the responsibility — one farmer took care of one stretch — the other the remainder.
Pasture fence and hog fence functioned to keep the animals where they belonged. Yard fences did the same — think barn yard and chicken yard instead of house.
And some fences were temporary — confining animals for a season or a year.
And while the farmers in our area used a variety of materials — wood posts, steel posts, barbed wire, woven wire, chicken wire, snow fencing (slats & wire) — they didn’t follow this historical model below.
This month, in elementary schools across the nation, students learn of Pilgrims and Puritans. The Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. Some will dress in the costumes of stern Immigrants or friendly Natives. For the roots of our current Thanksgiving holiday extend back to a time of feasting and thanksgiving for an abundant harvest.
While history takes an important place in Massachusetts – you can’t study the Revolutionary War without mention of Boston, Concord, and Lexington – it is also a modern place. Education, trade, and manufacturing all thrive in the present day.
My travels have taken me to Massachusetts twice – three times if you count an airport arrival followed by a bus trip out of state. In 2013 my travelling companion and I met some very cordial residents in the Western portion of the state. (If you must have a flat tire away from home this is a helpful place.)
In 1998, with a different companion, we visited Salem. What can I say — 17 year old boys have a unique idea of what is interesting. It was an excellent visit. Quality explanations and memorials to the witchcraft trials of 1692. But my favorite part of the town was the waterfront. Imagine men going down to the docks each day. Loading timber and fish into the holds of Clipper Ships. Or unloading the treasures of the Orient from those same ships at the return of the voyage.
New reports are filled with the actions and reactions of fear-filled people.
Is the person over there a different skin tone? Religion? Political party? Be afraid.
Sorry, dear reader. The author needs to register an opposite opinion. May I offer a word of remedy — communication. If you are in a situation which allows the action — then go introduce yourself. Shake hands. Exchange small talk. That person that looks or acts different breathes the same air, has a heart pumping blood, and a brain capable of learning.
And remind yourself — fear is not a new emotion. Angels frequently introduced themselves to the human prophets and chosen by a the familiar phrase — Fear not, for …
Cameras. Phone videos. It’s difficult to have a private life in days of social media.
The topic of today’s post has managed to do just that. The youngest, and newest, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, Elena Kagan.
The usual portions of her biography are public. Her father was a lawyer. Her mother an educator. Her academic and employment records require little more than a search word in Google to find. She’s been the first woman in some of her positions: Dean of Harvard Law School and US Solicitor General.
Her current position is her first appointment as a judge. While not unique, you need to go back several decades to find other justices who came from non-judge positions to the court. As expected from an Obama appointment, she tends to vote liberal. Yet she’s independent and prudent enough to reach out to any and all of the other justices to find areas of agreement.
Oh…and the private life. She’s keeping that private. Exhibiting control and self-control over her outside of work activities.