Numbers

I’m simply intimidated by numbers. Those numbers are 911. Last Tuesday I was all ready to start a pithy little blog about this watermelon I cut. I noticed there was a heart shape in the cut, so I took a photo. As I was writing a short blog with a message something like, “How can you not be positive after cutting into a watermelon and finding a heart?”  I looked down at the date. 9.11.18. I found that anything I tried to write fell short of inappropriate, maybe even stupid on this particular day.

I also had a very weird intuition about that Bitch in the Atlantic, Florence. Why intuition? Why did you have to be right this time? I’ve come to trust intuition —-sometimes it’s helpful, other times, you just wish it was wronger than wrong.

Considering positivity, one must acknowledge there are times of serious remembrance and fearful anticipation in the world. Additionally, when that anticipation becomes reality, a sense of empathy for the suffering and loss in the aftermath is in order. Sweet little stories need to be quiet. There are reasons to be less than positive aren’t there? At the same time, I constantly wonder, thus this blog, why look for and embrace the negative? How has it become good marketing technique to emphasize negativity? There are enough things that happen in life that make me want to quote something from the book, “Alexander’s Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” without the constant barrage of negative marketing.

When crisis occur whether that be world, national, weather related or at home, there is nothing positive about it. However, our response can be.

I’ll write about 911 in “Numbers” (Part 2). However for today, let me tackle flooding.

I’ve lived in Central Pennsylvania since 1995. For a Jersey Girl, it was quite surprising to me that there would be a great problem with flooding in the mountains. Yet, creeks rise, run-off happens and, wow! I’ve seen homes destroyed again and again. The Red Cross, churches and civic groups all collect much needed funds to help the victims of flooding. Yet, what I have found to be even more rewarding is volunteering. Whether it be along the Susquehanna River in Shickshinny, or a helping a year after the flood in a town up high in the mountains, help is needed. Often by folks who fall between the cracks where assistance is granted. Or something as terrible as Hurricane Sandy, or now Florence, getting involved with clean up, rebuilding walls and helping those who just happened to be in the path of something awful is incredibly helpful and personally rewarding.

The urgent aftermath is daunting, but trust me in months, even a couple of years from now, people will still be picking up the pieces of their lives and homes. When I was working with Penn State students we did quite a few trips to help others that were affected by devastating storms. What we found was very grateful recipients of our attempts to help. What I also found was a great sense of humanity at it’s finest. I saw students that never picked up a hammer before helping to stud-out a room. I saw others climb under crawl spaces in what looked like space suits pulling insulation out of the floor joists of a home that had been flooded (6 months after the storm). The results were wonderful. A sense of pride in a job well done. Statements like, “I never thought I’d ever do anything like this!” or, “I can’t wait to tell my Mom!”

I think anyone would agree with me that there is nothing positive about any crisis. Nothing. However, our caring response is priceless. Knowing there will be folks that will give of themselves in coming months and years to help gives me reason to celebrate humanity. Looking at first-responders risking themselves for others is the beginning. However, I see those who will be last-responders too. There are many unsung heroes who will respond to crisis in very practical and helpful ways. For this I’m grateful.

When I think of these good things that will happen in the near and far future in response to crisis, my heart is full.  (Maybe a heart in my watermelon isn’t inappropriate after all).

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Enjoying the Adventure,

Dr. Dink

 

 

 

 

 

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Step, Step, Step Back in Time

All we knew is we were visiting my Son and his girlfriend “at a cabin in the woods”. We live in Central Pennsylvania. Some call this mountainous region Pennsyltucky. Truly, you never know what “cabin” means. We were planning to spend at least one night. We spent two, but hubby wanted to stay until Christmas. (Darn, when you’re having such a nice time why do we have to be responsible and go home to work?)

The cabin was lovely and although quite private, it was in a planned community and since it was a holiday weekend, there were many activities. Old fashioned games for the kids were offered that required being outside, running, playing with balls, slip & slides and, you know, FUN STUFF. (How scandalous!) I got to shoot a rifle and actually hit in the target five of ten shots! (Not bad, eh?) Smiles were everywhere and a wonderful sense of community abounded. humans smiling, enjoying themselves and getting along with each other.

Dogs were unleashed everywhere. From pups to old hounds, they were a welcome part of the fun. These two were having the time of their lives.img_20180902_141635710_burst000_cover_top

You could participate in pancake breakfasts, a church service, sail boat races. One of my favorite activities was the saw mill demonstration, and even better yet, being given a gift of the most beautiful piece of poplar wood with a grain that cries out to be shown off!

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I know! What would you make from this lovely?

My second favorite was square-dancing. For my readers around the world a square dance is done with a group of people doing specific moves together as the steps are “called out”.  They say things like, “swing your partner”, “do-si-do”, and “box the Gnat” whatever the hell that means! I think it means step on the big toe of the guy to your left. The problem is no one knows what they are doing, and you end up stepping on everybody’s toes . . . a lot. The result is a lot of laughing, and smiling, and laughing, then laughing some more.

During one of the square dances, I was next to Emily, she tried so hard and smiled a lot. She slowed down the whole process as we danced. However, no one cared that we were so out of tune. Emily was 88! When I asked her age, she said, “Right now, One hundred and eleven!” What a joy she was. I want to be her when I grow up.

Another highlight for me was the dancing dogs !  Imagine this, we are watching a group square dancing and a German Shepherd joined in. It was wonderful!

What a greatl time had by all! No cell service, no internet . . . old fashioned activities, new friends and time with family. Who could ask for more?

Step, step, step back in time!

Enjoying the Adventure (With a few more precious memories!)

Dr. Dink

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Success

I don’t know about you, but for hubby and I days off are . . . MINIMAL. When we have a day off we tend to drive ourselves nuts trying to make up for lost time at home. Yeah? Then you go back to work the next day, or over the weekend and wonder what happened to the time. You too, huh?

We actually went away for the weekend! Imagine that.

Our little mini-vacation was a perfect scenario, we got to visit with my Son & his girlfriend at her parents beautiful cabin nestled in the mountainous woods of Pennsylvania. There was no cell service and no internet—-After suffering a short period of withdrawal, we relaxed at the camp-fire, took lengthy walks, enjoyed the abundant wild-life including deer, turkey, squirrels. We even square-danced!

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It was particularly interesting when a huge green bug about the size of a Pterodactyl landed on my wine glass at the fire. Yes, of course I finished my wine!

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I’m not proposing a life of ease, nor would I want to not-work-so-hard. It’s in my nature and I would be totally bored if I wasn’t as active as I am. However! In order to keep up I think it is important to take time to relax; to enjoy guilt free down time; to build positive and fun memories with family and friends. Honestly, when you take time to just enjoy yourself, (without trying to build that business you so enjoy) you end up more productive when you return back to work. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, expensive or stressful to plan.

So, my positive thought of the day is enjoy yourself every now and again, even on a regular basis! Don’t feel guilty about it! Enjoy this wonderful adventure of life!

Dr. Dink

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GPS Lazy

We’ve all heard the saying, “I’m showing my age.”  Truly, I’ve forgotten what “directions” sound like! I remember resisting GPS while driving, thinking, “How can you stand not knowing exactly where you’re going?” “What if it misses a turn, or loses signal?” “How can you trust GPS?” Then I tried it. Now, I’ve even been known to say to hubby, “Why would you ask for directions? —we have GPS!”

Hubby and I are heading to a cabin tonight in “Someplaceburg Pennsylvania” that doesn’t have GPS capability. Here are the directions:

  • Get to Nowwhere’sville, PA.
  • Turn Left on 733 or 833, I forget which number, but you can’t miss it.
  • You might have to make two lefts, you’ll see. If you miss the first one, take the second.
  • Go to top of Mountain
  • Go to bottom of Mountain
  • Go to top of next mountain
  • There will be a horseshoe and really small town
  • Look for pretty stone bridge
  • 200 ft.  Turn right
  • Look for Red Gate
  • First cabin

I think I’ve gotten GPS lazy. If I don’t blog for a while, please ask the hunters to look for me during hunting season.

Enjoying the Adventure (which might truly be one today!)

Dr. Dink!

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After the Storm

I’ve wanted to experience one of the intense Sonoran Desert storms and finally got my wish! We plan to move to Arizona in a couple of years. We will live is in the desert highlands north of Phoenix. It is wild, beautiful country. One thing that my daughter has noticed living in “The Valley of the Sun” is that many of the storms in monsoon season are “up north”. Oh was I up north when this one hit!

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Anticipation grew as we watched the storm slowly move toward us. It rains very little in the desert, but when it does, LOOK OUT! It will make up for lost time! When the storm finally hit, it was a total wash out. We couldn’t see beyond 50 ft because of the solid white wall of water. Thunder and lightening were loud and plentiful and then, before you knew it, the storm ceased.

After the storm passed, I was told go out and look quickly, it won’t last long –what I experienced was beautiful streamline waterfalls flowing down our cliff. They looked like shiny little precious silver necklace strands. There were so many! I wish I had a better camera to help them show themselves off! Within a few moments all that water gathered into the creek below and once again there was a loud roaring sound. The sound wasn’t thunder this time but from the flash flood. I’m just glad as I stood taking this photo from our house-pad that I was 300ft above it all!

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Then the most glorious sight of all happened. The sky began to show off toward the west as the sun began to set. I was in the middle of majesty, surrounded by ocotilo, giant saguaro cacti responding immediately to the water. The cliffs even seemed pronounced. I was in complete awe. I found myself running from one place to the next to experience such beauty.

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Ocotillo Cactus after a good drink of water!

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Giant Saguaro Cactus at Sunset — King of the Sonoran Desert

What analogy do I give this wonderful, scary, exhilarating experience? Should I leave it for the beauty that it provided? Should I compare it to the storms of life? I know that this same storm wreaked havoc further southeast and homes were flooded in a few communities. For me what brought excitement and beauty caused stress and insurance claims for others. Isn’t that the way it is sometimes?

I think that being someone who has suffered a few of life storms, I am tempted so say that sometimes, and I repeat sometimes, it is possible to have something of great beauty when the storm has passed. Maybe the beauty was there all along and the storm just helped enhance that beauty. I’ve been a part of people’s lives as storms have raged and watched them thrive. I’ve also seen the opposite. So, I’m not naive enough to say that all your storms will be something that leaves beauty behind. However, I think it doesn’t hurt to have hope. A new day is coming.

That Simple

My daughter was cutting up small pieces of paper, of course, I had to ask. She motioned to the fireplace mantle and said it’s a gratitude jar. That simple.

I remember cuss jars at work. If you let a 4-letter fly, you were to put a quarter in the jar. But that was in the day of having change in your pocket! (Obviously, if you read my blog, I don’t mind so much having no quarters in my pocket!)

I like this idea of a special place set aside for gratitude. A reminder. I believe gratitude is the basis for all sorts of positive reactions to life.

Begs the question . . . what are you grateful for?

Enjoying the Adventure! (And grateful to be on it)

Dr. Dink

I’d love to hear your comments and questions & promise to get back to you quickly!

You are welcome visit my other blogs:

Nail in My Pocket            —-Adventures in Frugal House-Flipping

Down to Earth Positive   — Looking at positivity in everyday life

Brown Bag Letter            —-Antique Photos and family folklore preserving personal history.

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No Guilty Pleasure Here!

How did I go from writing daily to skipping two weeks? I have no idea because I love writing about positive things in a negative world. I love being the promoter of good and beauty.  Maybe I’ve been holding off for that special thing?

The Arizona sunset?

My Grandson’s . . . existence!

Possibly that random kindness received by a stranger?

None of the above!  I usually wake up around 4 or 5am. However this morning I rolled over, I got deeper under the blanket. After 10 days in Arizona, this Pennsylvania morning is “chilly”. Or let’s face it, it’s COLD!

When I came downstairs all bleary eyed and looked at the clock, I had to check twice. It was 8:14. I’ve not slept this late in YEARS! Coffee is brewing. Nope, I don’t feel the lease bit guilty! Have a wonderful day!

What is your NO-guilty pleasure?

Enjoying the Adventure! (feeling quite spoiled)

Dr. Dink

 

I’d love to hear your comments and questions & promise to get back to you quickly!

You are welcome visit my other blogs:

Nail in My Pocket            —-Adventures in Frugal House-Flipping

Down to Earth Positive   — Looking at positivity in everyday life

Brown Bag Letter            —-Antique Photos and family folklore preserving personal history.