It's All About the Journey

Today is your future. Live in the moment!

Leave the Moon Alone!

Snippet article in “The Week” regarding literal lunar travel–the federal government approved the first private space mission to the moon.  Moon Express is a Florida based company and it hopes to put a lander on the lunar surfaces in 2017.  Believe it or not, there was even mention of eventual plans to mine the moon for rare elements and metals.  What?!  Are you kidding?  Don’t mess with the moon!  We have enough tsunamis, el-Ninos, etc. to think about, and if you mess with it, it will surely mess with us!

In other equally important news, the federal government has stated that there is little evidence that regular flossing helps prevent tooth decay, another snippet states.  So, all of those scowls from our hygienist are all for naught, it’s not our fault for not flossing!  (Darn!  I have read this report just after I have promised my hygienist that I would be a more faithful flosser!)



“What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think…you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after our own, but the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”

Much Ado About …

Random thoughts occur each day.  Every day I speak to my mind, “this is good book material,” and the rest of the day goes by, uneventfully, when it comes to the written word.

I said today, to The Farmer, “I think I’ll write a story and add to the Indian Joe legend.”   The Farmer, who listened to my rather profound thought, stated, “well, I do that!”  

So, I erase Indian Joe, and tell you the stories of The Farmer, who says many wise things.

The inspirational story of today comes during 90 degree heat (accompanied by humidity).

The Farmer, coming in from the field, rinses his arms with water to wash away the chaff and grass from his suntanned arms.  Mindfully, he soaks his wrists beneath the cool running faucet water, cooling his body temperature, because this is where the blood is closest to the skins surface.”

(Please note, Indian Joe would use the stream.)  

But The Farmer is here today, while Indian Joe is off in the woods, so The Farmer gets all the credit! 🐃🐄🐖🐓 

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Home Soil

I’ve been doing a lot of reading, a lot of agonizing over politics, a lot of musing, and have been trying really hard to keep my opinions to myself, these days.  Not a divisive person, but just one that wants to help people, and make them aware that they have a voice.

Sometimes, it just gets to be too much.  And then I get into trouble.  I really shouldn’t be afraid to announce my own right to the freedom of thought.  I digress.

Today’s topic is how we can help make our country great again.

I recently read in our local newspaper that the Marine and Navy reservists will once again be in Chenango County, here in upstate New York, to practice their remote services.  I used their service last year for my dental needs.  I was impressed with these people!  They are all professionals, they are amazing!  Their equipment is state of the art.  They are well organized.

I firmly believe that, if we help our fellow man, we can become a great nation once more.  Let’s stop this pettiness of issues.  Everyone is clamoring over their rights.  While it sounds so unfair (yes, I agree) that women make less than men, and something needs to be done about it, when did life become a competition with “hey, he’s got this and I don’t?  I agree that people should be paid the same for the same job, but then again, we have to consider, what is the motivation for the employer to offer the same salary?  Is there background there?  Or pure selfishness in thinking “well this person doesn’t deserve more?”  Is this a part of life, a person should be paid exactly what he/she and the employer have agreed upon, it’s none of their business should someone make more.  This is a fine line, I realize.  I’m not saying here that one way is right, the other is wrong, but I just want to say “isn’t this what freedom is about?”  Is this where communism comes in, everyone gets paid the same.  So, is communism wrong?  Does communism mean that even the president gets a wage equal to the worker in the field?  That’s the way communism SHOULD work.  And socialism?  Hey what?!  Either all the way or none!  It’s sort of a flip flop, isn’t it?

And public bathrooms!  An issue?  Really?  Okay, so have one bathroom, let the person lock the door and everyone else can stand in line.  Easy solution!  Why does it have to be a political one?

Many other issues I can touch upon, but this is enough for now, lest my readers become bored.

Let us live in the moment, embracing the grace that is ours today.  Love your family, do your work.  Find ways to overcome your situation today.  Seek help.  It has been proven to me that there is hope here in these United States.  Forget the promises of Washington, they are not our hope, our hope is in each other.

I have one life.  I want it to be lived with passion.  I want to put away fear and embrace life.  It’s my hyphen, after all.

Breathe In, Breathe Out

We live, we die, it’s driving me crazy.  Then I take a deep breath, realize I live on the pale blue dot.

As long as the flow of change within us is fresh, we will be perfectly healthy.  (unknown author)


My Life and The New York Times

i bought yesterday’s New York Times.  I started with the front page, typical, I suppose, for the newspaper reader.  Now generally, when I read the newspaper, ANY newspaper, I scan the headlines, read a line or two, and determine whether or not I will continue to finish the article.  Not so with The New York Times!  Here we go:

In yesterday’s Times, each article on the front page was genius!  I read not only word for word, but then had to choose which article to continue with first.  I did read them all, from removing symbols of the Confederacy to the front page obituary of Don Featherstone, creator of Phoenicopterus rubber plasticus (aka the pink flamingo that has decorated lawns across the United States for nearly 6 decades).

Reading the full obituary led me to B10, the rest of the obituaries.  The New York Times writers have an incredible way of reporting on the lives of these people, they make me want to read more.  Frances Kroll Ring, secretary to F. Scott Fitzgerald died, also Dick Van Patten.  And many more, names in smaller memorials, all noteworthy in their world, and now introduced to mine.  Reading the obituaries, while it gives me fullness and delight to read of these lives, serves a pill which is almost bittersweet, reminding me that I, too, will die (yes, I have written my own obituary, who know me better than me, after all. Except well, the date of my departure and whether or not I “died peacefully” or “she put up a fight” or “her grandmother came to bring her home” (and that one only I will know).  It makes me sad, in a way, yet it also has a bipolar complex in that it stirs excitement towards the future beyond.  Depending on my mood is the stance I take, each moment it’s own (Ahh! Another life in the moment moment).

Scurrying, as it were, to enjoy my reading the Times today (yes, one day later), I found a routine appearing.  When opening, no matter what section or article I am continuing, I read the page on the right first.  Now, go figure that one! Why?  Must be some behavioral clue and the psychology major will know that answer, as well as the market researchers.  And I start at the middle each and every time.  

On behalf of Ruth Stratton, and to her memory I dedicate this blog post today.  Thank you for handing me the obituaries that first day at Old Orchard Beach, Maine.  I bet you did that on purpose!  Love you, woman!


And one more thing, there’s nothing like reading it with your hands, physically opening the paper, scattering it all alongside, proof that there is life in paper and ink.  My focus is better than online, too.