Kicking the Bucket Down the Parkway

As briefly mentioned earlier, things took a shocking turn here a few weeks ago when one of my adult children had a serious and totally unexpected medical emergency.  The condition has improved a good deal, but we are still left not knowing what caused the emergency and crisis to begin with.  It’s one thing if you fall into a hole and then take steps to fill it up, not to fall in again.  When you don’t know where the hole was to fill up or build a fence around to avoid, it’s not reassuring.  So while things are slowly returning to normal, we are still dealing with a good deal of uncertainty over it all.  But moving forward, and getting back to work now on writing and other projects.  Watch for new posts and features soon!

Partially related– Do you have a “Bucket List”?  I have never really thought much about it or been inclined to actually sit down and write one out.  Until last night.  Recent events get one to thinking about things, as you can imagine.   I watched a “Modern Marvels” Discovery Channel show on “Mountain Roads” during dinner, and the final segment was all about the Blue Ridge Parkway.   Having grown up in the midwest and with nature, I have always had a love of the mountains and their beauty, while also curiously having a great love for all things connected to the sea and beaches.  I think that I may have been a sailor or pirate in a prior life.  Who knows?  But maybe.  And a mountain man.   And that would of course explain the whole mountain fascination, too.  Maybe like Thomas “Broken Hand” Fitzpatrick, who ran away from home at 17 to be a sailor and then later teamed up with Jim Bridger, Jedediah Smith and Mike Fink on a fur trapping expedition in the Rocky Mountains.  Sorry, I digress.  And Little Red Bear wasn’t real happy with that mention of fur trapping.  Sorry Red, just rambling.

Getting back to it, the Blue Ridge Parkway winds along 469 miles of Virginia and North Carolina, mostly along the Blue Ridge, a major mountain chain that is part of the Appalachian Mountains.  The Blue Ridge Parkway was built to connect Shenandoah National Park to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.  The construction project was begun under President Franklin Roosevelt, and completed 52 years later in 1987.  The Parkway travels over 168 bridges, 6 viaducts and thru numerous tunnels.  Absolutely beautiful scenery and vistas, with many pull-over and parking sections along the way to stop and take in the views.  I have been thru the Smoky Mountains before and it was incredible.   I decided right then — “I want to go to there.”

And then I remembered always wanting to visit Sanibel Island in Florida, famous for beach-combing and shells.  And Key West.  And Yellowstone National Park.  And Yosemite.  And San Francisco again.  And New Orleans.  And the Napa Valley and Big Sur regions of California.  And the Giant Redwoods.  And that’s when I decided that maybe it was time to start making a list before I lost track of things.  Being in my mid-60’s now, I suppose it’s time to fess up and call it what it is– a “Bucket List”.   I have no intention of actually “kicking the bucket” for quite some time, especially as so many wonderful things are coming to mind to be added to the list now that I think about it.  But I also acknowledge that while endeavoring to postpone the bucket kicking date as long as possible, I really have no control over it.  So, time to get organized, make a plan and get busy.

Number One– The Blue Ridge Parkway.  Truth be told, I would really like to hike the Appalachian Trail, a 2,184 mile trek thru the Appalachian Mountains from Georgia to Maine.  But I think I have a much better chance of actually completing the 469 mile car ride on the Parkway!  And then, what else to add to the list in addition to those listed above?  Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane will NOT be on the list.  Going to have to think about other things I suppose.  A croissant on the Champs-Élysées in Paris sounds enticing, as does visiting many places in Europe, but I have to keep it real, budget-wise.

So yet another project started– “Prepare a Bucket List”.   Suggestions welcomed.

In the meantime, please check back for new Blog features and story developments with Little Red Bear next week.  Thanks for your patience while other things were being attended to the past few weeks, and thanks as always for reading.  Best wishes for a wonderful weekend!  — Jim  (and Red!)

 

 

 

 

 

A Hot Breakfast for Father’s Day

Yesterday, June 15, was Father’s Day.  Hope all the dads had a great day.  Being the father of four wonderful children and deeply proud of every one, I woke up feeling a bit more chipper than usual yesterday morning.  Not to be selfish, but  a day in honor of me.  Only happens twice a year, with the other being my birthday in December, and not looking forward to each of those as much as they come around more quickly each year it seems.  After a longer than usual early morning walk  I decided, with it being Father’s Day and all, that I would treat myself to something very special–  a hot breakfast.

Now, please understand, cooking for breakfast is just something I normally do not do.  It seems a bit over the top when a quick bowl of Cheerios will suffice.  One spoon and bowl, into the dishwasher and on to other things for the day.  So deciding to actually prepare a hot meal for breakfast was no small decision for me.   Unfortunately, the hot breakfast plan seemed to quickly unravel and go down hill almost right from the start.

Opening the package went without incident.  But the first Pop-Tart that I placed into the toaster missed the little support rack that travels up and down inside the toaster machine.  (I am not a certified toaster machine mechanic, so “the little support rack” is as technically accurate as I can be in this matter, trusting that anyone experienced in the operations of a toaster machine will understand what I am talking about.)  The Pop-Tart fell all the way to the bottom of the machine.  Unable to easily retrieve it I decided there was only one way to get it back out, and that was to invert the whole machine, spilling its contents and hopefully the lost Pop-Tart onto the kitchen counter.

Being somewhat experienced (although not officially trained or certified, to be clear again) in the use of toaster machines, I realized that there are inevitably toast scraps and crumbs collected in the bottom of these devices, and that inverting the toaster machine into an upside down position would only spill all the contents onto my counter, creating a bigger mess than I was already dealing with.  Admittedly, decisions like this can only be made after having learned from previous experience in crumb dumping, and I am hoping novice crumb dumpers may learn from this post.  The next step was to refer to the instruction manual for expert advice, always a good plan.

For safety’s sake, the machine was then unplugged from the electrical outlet, preventing shock or injury as the instructions advised.  At that point, the “crumb tray” as it is commonly known, was carefully removed from the machine and the contents dumped into the trash can.  I then inverted the machine over the counter, and was fortunate to actually catch the Pop-Tart as it fell freely back out of the toaster.  Next, the crumb tray was replaced, and the machine plugged back into the electrical socket.  Ready to start over, from the beginning.  So far, so good, although a lot more work than I had envisioned for my hot Father’s Day breakfast.  I could hear the Honey Nut Cheerios calling from the cupboard, but the Pop-Tart package had by this point already been opened and discarded, so it seemed like proceeding with the original hot breakfast plan was still the right choice.

I placed the lost-but-recaptured Pop-Tart back into the toasting machine, being very careful to set it squarely into the little support rack this time.  I then repeated this step with the second Pop-Tart, which up until this point had been waiting its turn patiently on the counter.  With both Pop-Tarts balanced, albeit a bit precariously on the little support racks, I slowly and cautiously pulled down the machine lever, thereby successfully lowering the Pop-Tarts into the machine and activating the heating process.  Hot breakfast on the way!

After the appropriate cooking time had elapsed the little support rack released and the Pop-Tarts sprung back up out of the machine, filling the kitchen with the aroma of hot, toasty cinnamon goodness.  I reached for the nearest one, the “second” one identified above, and promptly burned the finger tips of my left hand on the hot frosting.  In my haste, I  had obviously not noted the cautionary advisory on the package- “Step 3- Cool briefly before carefully removing pastry from toasting appliance.”   I had not allowed sufficient time for it to cool.  Overtaken by the heady aromas wafting from the toasting machine, I can only reason that I was overcome by the excitement of a hot Father’s Day breakfast and not heeded the warning.  Burnt fingers resulted.  My fault, the warning was right on the package.

As any father knows and has admonished to his children many times– “Once burned, twice learned.”  Or– “Once burnt, twicet learnt” if in the Ozarks here.  I resolved on the spot that I was not going to be burnt again removing the second Pop-Tart, and retrieved my best Stainless Steel kitchen tongs from the drawer.  With nylon grasping heads, they are certified for safe use up to 400 degrees, and I assumed the Pop-Tarts were probably not quite that hot so the tongs should be safe to employ.  Tongs in hand, I set about to retrieve the next Pop-Tart, the original problematic one.  As soon as I grabbed it with the tongs, the Pop-Tart exploded into numerous pieces, some small, some large and others which could only be referred to as crumbs, all of which fell promptly to the bottom of the toaster machine again.  By this time, I realized that I had been dealing with an obviously defective Pop-Tart from the beginning.

The toaster machine being too hot to handle at this point, I was able to eventually retrieve the largest piece with the tongs, figuring a broken Pop-Tart is better than no Pop-Tart, and decided to dine on the rescued piece and the other properly prepared Pop-Tart, and waited until later in the day to once again unplug, invert, clean out, dump and reconnect the toaster machine.

And this dear friends, is why I generally do not cook or prepare hot meals for breakfast.   The Cheerios this morning were delightful.

 

Happy Flag Day & Strawberry Shortcake Day!

My goodness, so much happening today.  It’s a beautiful Saturday here on the outskirts of St. Louis where they are having the annual Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure downtown this morning.  The weather could not be more perfect for such a wonderful event.

Today is also Flag Day.  Here is a link for a brief history of the day, especially to share with the kids so they know what it is all about.    The History of Flag Day

In addition, June 14 this year is Strawberry Shortcake Day!  Huzzah!  My father’s birthday was May 23 and Strawberry Shortcake was always his cake of choice for his birthday every year.  How appropriate it falls one day before Father’s Day this year.  Here’s to you Dad, via Google Heaven– Happy Strawberry Shortcake Day!

Wishing everyone a beautiful and wonderful weekend.  Fly the flag and have some Strawberry Shortcake.  And remember to add barbeque sauce to the grocery list for tomorrow’s Father’s Day Barbeques, too.

World Oceans Day

Today (Sunday, June 8 if reading this later) is World Oceans Day!

And boy do they need our help.  No oceans, no people.  Simple really.  More pollutants → higher acid levels → less marine life → less seafood → lower oxygen levels for the planet.

Even if not living on the coast, actions in the middle of the continent affect the oceans as waste, pollutants and trash work their way down thru the streams and river systems into the oceans.

Please help promote sustainable seafood practices, conservation and ecology awareness.  The life you save may be a nameless shrimp in the Gulf of Mexico.  Or it might be your own.

World Oceans Day Information

 

World Oceans Day

World Oceans Day

The Best Laid Plans of Mice

Happy Monday!  Some folks look forward to Mondays with the same dread and pensive anticipation of a root canal or arrival of the next great plague.  The first Facebook post I saw this morning was another one of those trite “Today if F’ing Monday Again!” images.  That’s sad.    Here’s the deal.  If you really– really– enjoy what you are doing, then each Monday is greeted with the same excitement level as Christmas morning, unwrapping new opportunities and adventures under the tree.  If you’re not really happy about the start of a new week of promise and adventure, then it is time to address that and consider making a change.  It has to do with that whole “life is short” thing.

I was jarringly reminded of this on Friday evening, when one of my children (young adult) was suddenly thrust into a totally unexpected, potentially life threatening and life altering medical emergency.  It has been a very long, stressful, sleepless and anxiety filled weekend.  I am delighted and relieved to report that with the grace of God things are improving and pointing in the right direction now, but with a lot of questions and issues still to be determined.  Cautious optimism and prayers.

New Blog features promised for this week may be delayed a bit while we regroup.  I’m sure you understand.   Life plans can change in a heartbeat.  “The best laid plans of Mice” kind of thing, as Douglas Adams said in “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”.  If you have not started reading it yet, you really should.  And remember to always have your trusty towel at hand.  Mine was invaluable over the weekend, to be sure.  Maybe we will have a discussion on the vital importance of towels at some point, but now is not the time.  Now is the time for healing in our family, and getting things back on track.  Reworking plans.

The point is, don’t take anything in your life for granted– your family, loved ones, health, job, work or passions.  We never really know what life has in store, or what the next day, hour, or minute will bring.  So if you are suffering from the “Monday blahs” and miserable what you are doing– fix it.  Life is too short to dread the arrival of every new week, and going thru every day counting down the hours until the next weekend.  Don’t waste today, because we aren’t guaranteed tomorrow.  Be happy, live for today and look forward to every new day as if it were Christmas morning.  Don’t just exist– LIVE!  Don’t take life for granted, passing thru time in a semi-conscious awareness and state.  Enjoy, savor and delight in  every moment, for each one is a gift.  We only need to realize it.  Unwrap each new day with child-like excitement!  Happy Monday, y’all.

1920s 1930s Farm Boy Wearing Straw Hat And Overalls Sitting On Log With Spotted Dog Fishing

 

 

Happy Towel Day!

HAPPY TOWEL DAY!!  On the 25th of May, fans across the Universe celebrate the works of Douglas Adams.  Born on March 11, 1952 in Cambridge, England, Mr. Adams passed way too early on May 11, 2001.  Towel Day is celebrated a fortnight after his passing.

If you have not read “THE HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY” yet, I suggest you do so.  Start tonight if you can.  And for heaven’s sake– remember to always carry your towel with you!  For as it says–“A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.”  I have dutifully been carrying mine around all day.  For just a simple example–  I made brownies this morning, and the towel has been invaluably instrumental in catching the crumbs and preventing their escape to the floor all day.  I don’t know how or why anyone tries to get by without one, actually.  And to remove some stress for you I’ll give you a head start.  The answer is 42.  But you will have to read the book to find out the question and what I am talking about.

I love Douglas Adams quotes.  Many people know this one– “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”

But my personal favorite– “Solutions nearly always come from the direction you least expect, which means there’s no point trying to look in that direction because it won’t be coming from there.”

Followed by– “If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a nonworking cat.”

Now, grab your towel, sit down with the book and get busy.  The sun isn’t getting any younger, you know!