Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Positively Getting Away

by Mauverneen
 “The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” G.K. Chesterton 



It's Positively Tuesday, and I am Positively planning a getaway. I leave later this week for Park City, Utah to visit a daughter. There are tempting promises of beautiful weather, mountains, the spa, and a possible side trip to Wyoming - all in addition to getting to spend time together. And I know when it's time to come home, I won't have been there nearly long enough.

I am so looking forward to it. It's been almost a year since I have been anywhere beyond my general area. I consider myself a traveler - as opposed to a tourist.  Oh, I rubberneck with the best of them, I shoot photos of almost everything and there are certain things I make it a point to see once I'm there (wherever there is). But in between all that, I am generally in awe of whatever new territory I am in. There is usually so much more to see than what you came to see. It's good to be open, to take your time, to wander a bit. Take the road less travelled when possible. 

“To travel is to live.” Hans Christian Andersen

Travel - it's more than just a vacation. It should be an experience. 

Here's to new experiences!
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Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Positively United

by Mauverneen

     I'm tired of it. Tired of the hate, tired of the division, tired of the excuses. I don't care what your race, color, religion, age, or sexual orientation is. Unless you've committed a crime and I'm asked to be on the lookout for someone specific, spare me.

      I think we are all more the same than we are different. I've written a poem:
     
Divided

Why are we divided by the politics we speak
what is there – on either side – so special and unique?

Why are we divided by the flags that we salute
Country, homeland, pride – is each so absolute?

Why are we divided by the Gods to which we pray
Are we not all thankful that He cares for us some way?

Why are we divided by the people whom we love
Are we not all creatures of one Maker, up above?

Why are we divided by the colors of our skin
Are not organs, blood and bone identical within?

Why are we divided?


     At the end of the road, we all end up in the same ground. A friend of mine, singer/songwriter Paul Sanchez and his friend John Boutte wrote a song about that when they learned that their fathers - one black, one white -  were buried in the same cemetery; At The Foot of Canal Street. It's an upbeat tune, you'll enjoy it! And maybe give you something to think about.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rN370YBH-Y


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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Positively Relaxing

by Mauverneen

           “We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche 
      Free outdoor music events are everywhere in the summer months. We can bring our chairs, some snacks, water or other libation and just sit back for a couple of hours and leave the worries at home. Sometimes you run into friends. If you check around on the web you can find several nearby events every week. Then you might have to make a choice. 
      One of the newest ones around here is 'Fridays In The Park With Abe'. Held at the wonderful space in front of the Gaylord Building.  First Friday of the month. That's this week - August 3rd.  There is food available - a food truck (wait- Joey's Hot Dogs??? oh boy!) or get a carryout from the Public Landing Restaurant, or bring your own. 7 - 9 pm. 
      Come early. Visit the IL Museum across the street and Gallery Seven on the second floor of the Gaylord Building. Then - Let's go dance!




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Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Positively Humming

by Mauverneen

Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.  -Mira Bartok


      My grandparents had a wonderful garden. The vegetables were in the back, right behind the flower garden. Maybe that's why the garden always produced in such abundance - the flowers drew the bees. In all my childhood years I only remember seeing one hummingbird. Of course I never went looking for them and my grandparents didn't put out hummingbird feeders. I remember everyone being very excited about that little hummer.
      Today, I have a vegetable garden, and some flowers and several hummingbird feeders. Those little buggers are a joy to watch. Here, we get Ruby Throated Hummingbirds - very easy to tell males from females. The males get the red throat.

      The first year I put the feeders out I spent hours nearby with my camera and took, oh, I'd say a couple hundred pictures. Most of them bad. I guess I've gotten so used to them I hardly ever take the camera out there to capture them anymore. But they are still fun to watch. Maybe I enjoy them more because I am just watching with pleasure instead of watching, hoping to capture a perfect moment. It was more like work.
      They seem to know when I have my camera. They come and go much quicker, not hovering near the feeder long enough to take a picture. When I don't have the camera, they like to hang around. Very frustrating.
      Today, I need to fill the feeders and probably make more food for them. They prefer the homemade to the store bought. 4 parts water to 1 part sugar. Heat it up til the sugar dissolves, let cool. Store in the refrigerator. And keep those feeders full. You'll have plenty of entertainment all day.
   
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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Positively Plumbing

by Mauverneen

Indoor plumbing. We all take it for granted until it backs up.

Tub wouldn't drain. Toilet wouldn't either. Tried some liquid drain cleaner. No luck. Called a plumber. He removed the toilet, unclogged the pipes and put it all back together. Told me I was "good to go".

That's been my day so far. I am positively grateful for indoor plumbing and good plumbers.

Not much else to say about plumbing, so I thought I'd share these pictures of my bathroom in my tent while I was on Safari in Kenya several years ago.


Shower stall

Sunken tub on the 'porch' of my tent. Quite an experience bathing 'al fresco'. The hippos were bathing in the river below me. Nothing else for miles and miles. 

The first flush toilet was invented in 1596! Sir John Harrington created two of them - one for himself and one for his godmother - Queen Elizabeth.

Evidence of indoor plumbing dates back to ancient Egypt. 1500 B.C. They used copper piping.