Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Ghosting

I am on my way to Pratt Pond in southern New Hampshire for time with my friend Diane.

I will be ghosting the blogs I usually visit only because it is also a vacation from electronics.

There will be kayaking.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Kayaking



My grandson is so special to me.  He still likes to hang out with his old granny.  He is also the only one who agreed to go kayaking with me last weekend.  I LOVE kayaking.

We went to Lake St. Catherine in Poultney/Wells, VT.  It is 13 miles from my daughter's house, traveling up into the Taconic Mountain range along twisting rural roads.  The kind of ride that prompts repeated questioning, "Grandma, are you sure this is the right way?"

I also love the GPS in my Ford C-Max.  We got there with no problem and I think Dane trust the GPS more than he trusts my sense of direction.  Smart kid.

We rented kayaks at the state park and paddled around the lake to the south of the state park beach area.

Kind of  cliffy lake



 We also spent some time swimming and had some light snacks before setting out once again for the northern section of the lake. The water was calmer there.  There were stretches of unpopulated shore line too.  That's the kind of peaceful kayaking I like to do.

The northern part of the lake was much more quiet.

Dane was quite a ways away from me, but I could hear him singing to himself as he paddled along.  Hw as in the yellow and green kayak and I was in the red one.  He tended to paddle a bit faster than me so it was hard to get a picture.  He liked the peacefulness of the second leg of the trip as well.  For some reason that just warmed my heart.




Sunday, August 12, 2018

I am being followed


on Google+.

I have legitimate followers even though I rarely look at Google+.  know this because my blogs get posted there and I recognize followers names.  I am not sure if I signed up for that or if it just happens automatically when you use a blogging platform.

I hesitate to label those whose names I do not recognize as illegitimate followers but it does amuse me that every once in a while I will get a notice that so and so followed me on Google+.  Sometime I get a whole bunch of those notices at once.  Sure, I would like to think my witty little jottings here are gaining recognition.  However, I am more inclined to thing of the whole Google+ thing as an invitation to scammers.

It seems a lot of those who would follow also want to "chat on Hangouts."  Chat about what exactly?

Lots of would be followers also seem to have two first names or two last names.  Some even seem to be confused about the whole name thing.
  • Williams harry
  • Raymond william
  • jeff William
  • frank william
  • Brown Jimmy
  • Tony Steve
  • Robinson Murphy
  • Donald patterson wayne
  • General Michael
  • Naval Architect
  • gorge richmond
  • mackeykathy Dawn
Somehow these strike me as suspicious names. I did not make up any of them.

Then there's Johnathon Louis and Eric Frank.  They look exactly alike! Imagine.  I suppose they could be identical twins who happen to eschew using their true last name and always go by first and middle, but I doubt it.

Then there is the unsettling preponderance of high ranking military officials on the list.  There are a few with white lab coats and stethoscopes slung around their necks.  Military officers and medical doctors -- exactly the type of people I picture having the time and inclination to chat with total strangers on Hangouts.

It's so sad that there are people out there willing or reduced to taking advantage of others.

Friday, August 10, 2018

My Card Hobby

I get together with several friends once or twice a month to make cards, have lunch, make some more cards, and generally solve all the problems of the world -- if only the world would listen.

I did take my grandson with me a couple of years ago.  His little head was just a swivel with the conversations going on.  At one point he leaned over to me, shaking his head, and said, "I would so be in time out."

Advantage of being a woman of a certain age -- you don't worry so much about having to be so well behaved.  Laughter is good for us.

Yesterday we had a delicious Mexican influenced salad, freshly baked zucchini bread, and a frozen dessert.  Another time I may post the dessert recipe because it was refreshing (even though rich) on a very hot day.

Okay .     .     .  so my phone is not going to unload, upload or down load any photos today.  Maybe never again.  I keep saying I need a new phone.  This may push me to do it finally.

We did make these cards a month ago:








I need more people to send cards to.  A lot of times I pack up a bunch and take them to a charity resale shop or donate them to a nursing home. But I can't stop making them.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Walking

I was taking a walk on Sunday morning -- a right popular time for walking I'd say.

A popular time for dog walking anyway.  I was feeling like I was driving without a license, afraid someone was going to stop and say. "Hey, where's your dog?  Did you forget your dog? Go home and get your dog."

I like dogs fine, I just don't want the responsibility of caring for one right now.  I have trouble enough keeping up a routine with my houseplants.  And spending most of my walks carrying a plastic bag of doggie poop -- just not for me.

The homeowners association where I live in Florida has a restriction on canine size.  A neighbor caused a righteous uproar when she got a cocker spaniel, considered a large dog in the eyes of the HOA.  My personal view is if a dog has to be smaller than a cocker spaniel, you might as well just get a  hamster.  They're quieter.



Another thing I noticed is that half the other walkers were using their phones while walking.  One woman was talking on her phone.  Talking on her phone!  How quaint!  Most of the others were in the process of texting.  That totally amazes me -- how someone can walk and text at the same time.
I have barely mastered chewing gum and walking (well, in theory, because I don't actually ever chew gum).  But if I had to text for some reason while out walking I would definitely have to come to a complete stop to do it.  I think the species may be evolving, selection going toward multitasking ability.

Temperatures got up to 89ºF on Sunday.  It was only 82 in the morning.  I get a lot of flack for thinking 82℉ is a quite pleasant temperature, comfortable for wearing shorts and a tee.  This person must of thought it a bit on the chilly side or maybe she just can't be exposed to direct sunlight:


The sun was bright and there was not a cloud in the sky.  BTW, that dog is small, but not hamster trade-in small.  The woman is pretty petite too, so dog and human are nicely proportional.

I did have my phone with me this time so I was able to get  photo of a swallowtail butterfly:




Thursday, August 2, 2018

Road Work

Road work.  Everywhere.  Necessary, yes, but also so annoying.  The road crews make efforts to do work at night along main rush highways and that helps.  Still, the work has to get done while the weather cooperates, knocking off a good chunk of time here in Vermont.  If you travel even to the grocery store at this time of year, it is likely you will spend some time stopped at a one lane only road construction site.

Audubon print

I was stopped two days ago along my way home from a morning yoga class. Ahh, must have been the benefits of that final savasana.  I was in no hurry and I really had nothing pressing on my mind.  I was stopped next to a huge vegetable patch that belongs to local organic farmers along one side, more gardens and the river on the other.  Between the road and the gardens, wild flowers were in bloom --
thistle, chicory, Queen Anne's lace -- and a flock of goldfinch were attracted.  Monarch butterflies were flitting about as well.

I had a second's regret at not having my phone to capture the beauty, but then is that even possible.  I relaxed and enjoyed the show until the stop sign was rotated to slow.


Diane's daisies

That's what yoga brain can do.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Eye Doctor

I had my annual check up with my ophthalmologist this morning
 
I thought I knew the drill.  read the chart, number one or number two?, obnoxious drops to dilate the eyes, annoying touching of my eye balls and then the pronouncement, "your eyes are healthy and cataract surgery is a long way off -- see you next year."

But DAMN!  There are consequences of turning 70 in spite of my denial efforts.  So cataract surgery is not critical, but it is an option.  Also there has been a huge change in my cup measurement, whatever that is, and I have to go for more tests next month.

Well, I did not care for this news at all.  "You are not following the script!" My doctor told me to stop being such a drama queen.  I told him that if I had any thing that might require having needles put in my eye, I was seriously going to consider suicide.  Is that being a drama queen?  Well, guilty then.