Today is Coffee Day, according to the hosts of a morning TV show. It didn't appear that they were all drinking coffee, but they mentioned the day with a few cracks about coffee drinkers. I don't drink coffee, but I love tea. I'm not sure a day goes by without a cup or several of tea. My days begin and end with chai latte. During the day I am currently drinking a fantastic Kenyan blend early in the day followed by a decaf blend. I've tried many kinds of tea and really only enjoy black tea without milk -- despite the rude comments made to me by a tea barista type at a world famous tea company store. I did walk out without buying anything there and went to a different store with specialty teas and went crazy. <smile> I don't drink flavoured tea, with the exception of chai and then only a particular blend of chai with a hit of pepper for that bolder, in your face taste. No fruity things. I do enjoy African blends which come from the rift valley as well as blends from Malaysia and stronger more bracing breakfast blends. I know many coffee connoisseurs who are just as precise with the blends and roasts that they enjoy most.
Caffeine is likely the world's most socially accepted drug. Addicting a new generation through creamy, flavoured drinks seems the current way to keep the business going. Coffee is a major economic enterprise, sitting second only to oil in the trading in stock exchanges and futures markets. It is very big business. Just think where you go everyday and how often you pass by some place that will pander to your addiction. As a drug, if we stop consuming caffeine there are withdrawal symptoms -- headaches, crankiness, agitation and such. Yet, we see this as acceptable in order to have the wonderful beverages that offer that zing.
A song for the day seemed easy. There are many that came to mind. I settled on one that deals with more than just coffee, though coffee is the core topic of the lyrics. It has been sung for decades in many cover versions. Enjoy!
Gray cloud filled most of the day along with a bit of a breeze and cooler temperatures. I did a lot of walking today -- Into work, then off to the eye doctor in mid-afternoon and finally home again after the appointment, this time in a light mist. In between the walking there were two classes and a couple of short meetings regarding upcoming assignments -- a basic day at the office <smile>
On the walk out to the afternoon appointment I had time to look at the wild plants along the highway heading south of town. The road mostly runs by vacant land, which still holds much of the wildness of regional flora. Today there were the beginnings of orange and a few shades of red appearing in the trees. At ankle to knee level there were a number of flowering plants with splotches of white, lilac, dark purple and yellow. The predominant plant was a small lilac multi-petal flower generally the size of my thumb nail. Today I saw clumps the size of a loonie -- something I'd never seen before. These appear in mid- to late-September. I'd not seen anything like these before moving here. It wasn't until several years had passed when it dawned on me that these were the September flower -- the aster. As a child I'd asked my mom what an aster looked like, since it was the flower of my birth month. She noted they were like a daisy, but purple. It took me a long time to recognize something far smaller than a daisy as an aster -- it didn't match the picture I'd had in my head for decades <smile>.
The walk and flowers made me think of several songs. The one I settled on is from when my parents were young. There are many versions of this song available, both instrumental and vocal versions. I recall my dad saying that this man made singing seem effortless. This song highlights the range of this well-known voice along with his trademark phrasing. Enjoy!
Deep Purple -- Bing Crosby ft. Matty Malneck and his orchestra
It was another very cool day with temperatures below expected values for this time of year. There was some sun in the morning but mainly cloud as the day progressed. The good part of this was that when out walking to appointments, the sunglasses and the clouds helped to keep the light from creating further issues with the migraine -- the old photophobia. Still managed to get the key things done for the day, but no grading once I got home -- just food and sleep. Interestingly, I find that often with a migraine, I need to eat something every 2 hours or so -- that is the window for getting something into the system that will stay there. <sigh>
I've been contending with software issues for the past 3 weeks -- pretty much since I returned to the office for the fall term. The e-mail program seems to be acting up. The downloaded version will not load. Last week the IT folks removed the last download and reinstalled. Everything worked like a charm for a day and a half. I sent off an e-mail to let them know things had reverted to the 'not working' mode. Haven't heard from them. Chose to wait for a day before phoning as the headache can make me go to anger before anything else -- not the best way to ask for assistance. It is urgent, though, since there have been several e-mails that don't show up on my end in the inbox, junk folder or spam folder. I've noted this in the past but very sporadically. There have been numerous missing messages in just the past week. A different software package runs the classroom management software -- the place where the course documents, slides, assignments and quizzes and such are housed. The same issue as last year is still front and centre. I can work on files without making them visible to the class members. Once I do 'turn them on' they are visible. I check to ensure this is indeed the case before logging off. Yet, several times a week, the files become hidden again once I log out. I've redone the 'show' files process and it sometimes sticks. This is a problem others seem to have, so I know I'm not losing my mind and students have encountered this in other courses, as well. The e-mail issues however, seem to just be me. There hadn't been any other reports of such goofiness when I spoke with the tech last week.
I've said it before, I am not a luddite, and I find technology interesting and fun -- when it works <grin>. The glitches present in new upgrades bring frustration since most of the daily work requires that these programs function adequately. When an upgrade to the operating system occurs, it often will stop something in the office suite from functioning, resulting in IT needing to find a work-around for it. There are times that I wonder if going back to typewriters and overhead acetates might just work better -- or <gasp> chalk <giggle>. I had mentioned to someone today that I needed to upgrade to a newer phone and she admitted to not owning a mobile device of any sort. I think I admire people who can work without such technology and choose not to buy into the continual upgrades needed.
The song that I share today deals with the oppressive aspects of technology. The singer/songwriter is a familiar face from a long time, well known group. The song is from his solo career and a relatively recent album. Enjoy!
Well, the weather seems to have changed the plan for the week -- still cool, crisp fall temperatures, but far less rain than predicted earlier. I've been dealing with some pain for the past couple of days. The mouth has some soreness -- likely a leftover from a dental visit with cleaning last week. Seems there are a couple areas with abrasions of sorts that hurt and one area with a different gum issue that feels like a tooth erupting (all 4 wisdom teeth are fully in and have been for decades <smile>), so possibly a different gum damage. It will go away with time. My head has been sore for a the past day and a half, too -- acts somewhat like a migraine. I woke tired and cranky today and that is still present. So, migraine it will be dubbed.
All that aside, today brings with it an auspicious occasion. Today marks the 1000th blog post. It all began when a friend challenged me to do it for a year and then it just kept going. I will admit that some days are more introspective than others, but that is the way life goes - some days one is just too tired to think deeply or to get it out of one's head onto the screen. I'm still surprised that people check in regularly -- something that helps me to create the blog daily -- even when some posts are delayed by a day or two, they do get written. This outlet has helped me think through many experiences, ultimately sharing these with you all -- a gift to me for being able to do this. Responses from readers and friends show me that I may not be alone in my thoughts <smile>. Another gift to me.
So -- my gift for you all today is a song that I find so relaxing performed by a singer/songwriter/musician that I find exceptional. The lyrics speak to my feelings about the importance of music, a major part of this blog and my life. The video is a bit of a visual retrospective yet can bring a bit of video vertigo -- so beware. If that bothers you, just close your eyes and let the music take you to your happy place. Enjoy!
While there were bits of sun earlier in the day, the predominant weather was cloud and rain. It seems to be the beginning of a week of rain every day. This is the fall pattern and it begins just as fall begins this year. Throughout the day some household and office chores filled the hours. I made some supper and meals that will freeze for times when a quick supper is needed. I had planned to cook a stew but it seems I had all the ingredients but the main one -- beef. So -- that will be made next week after the next trip to the grocery store.
Listening to the rain on the roof and windows as it periodically became heavier was relaxing. I do find that sound soothing unless there is big wind and it is horizontal rain pounding on the windows. Today it was a gentle rain. The week should see an inch or two of rain fall. The heavier days are predicted to be the two days that I have afternoon appointments that I'd planned to walk to. Guess that means breaking out the heavy duty rain gear <smile>. The temperatures seem to be below normal for this time of year, too. This means layering under the rain jacket for warmth while walking.
A song that mentions rain ran through the brain today. It is an upbeat song from several decades back. Enjoy!
The Rain, the Park and Other Things -- The Cowsills
The weather was a combination of cloud, drizzle and sunshine -- something for everyone <smile>. Most of the day was spent doing housework and some school and professional service work -- all inside the house. I took a couple of hours this afternoon to head up to the annual craft show and sale. I've found fun items for seasonal gifts in the past along with some kitchen goodies for home. Today, there were several new vendors on site with lovely items -- several woodworkers, handmade jewelry, and woolen wares. The latter I steer clear of due to major wool allergy -- I touch it and my hands turn red and itchy instantly -- not pretty. The other stalls had great things, but nothing that ships easily that caught my eye for friends. One place had many new items, but one of their older styles wasn't on display. Luckily I know this woman and can order from her via e-mail and have it mailed or dropped off with her parents here in town. I did bring home a cinnamon bun made by a young woman from town -- it had a citrus flavour to it that was different than my usual sweet roll -- a very pleasant change. I also got a package of mini-oat cakes that thankfully freeze well <grin>.
I've always enjoyed local craft fairs that appear in the autumn. Most places I've lived have had wonderful annual fairs with local and regional vendors. It is wonderful to see the regulars and find new items and trends. Even when I buy very little, it is an enjoyable outing. These events are wonderful places for unplanned meetings with colleagues, neighbours and friends. Even today, I met several people I knew as well as chatting with new folks. Community gatherings such as these strengthen that sense of belonging and build stronger community ties.
The craft fair reminded me of a song from a few decades ago. The harmonies are great and the sound of the duo is unmistakable. Enjoy!
The day was cooler with rain -- very fall feeling. The moisture is needed and it was rather pleasant to listen to and to walk in when in the lighter rain phase. A few people sounded grumpy that it wasn't sunny and hot again today, but the past hotter days were far above normal. It seems odd to expect that to continue <smile>. The transition season will bring warm and cool and hopefully a lot of moisture to help the water table rise for wells.
I love walking on days like today. Frustratingly, my knee has been extra sore since returning from a week of walking on cobblestone streets. Seems that uneven ground put some strain on the foot and ankle, which in turn strained the knee. Walking up or down stairs seems not to cause any pain, but walking down the hall or across the parking lot seems to aggravate things. I've been walking more recently as way to deal with stress and to perk up when I feel a bit down. It is irritating that walking hurts right now. I've seen the physio and will likely go back a few times for this issue to straighten out. I'll also have to prioritize getting new runners -- they were on the list, but perhaps something with better cushioning and support can help the foot and the knee. Sooner seems a better idea than later <smile>.
When thinking of my need to walk more one line came to mind -- the title and chorus of a song that has been used here before. Enjoy!
Today was non-stop until I got home and finished supper. Only then was there time to sit for a few moments before moving to the reading for classes tomorrow. Meeting with students about topics that interest them for term assignments kept me moving forward -- love their creativity and enthusiasm <smile>. These feelings help me to keep upbeat and on track with daily schedules and plans. They help me to reflect on the positive moments of life.
On the morning show today, a Canadian singer/songwriter was interviewed about songs from his recent album. He has toured speaking about recovery from substance and physical abuse. Out of his darkness came some wonderful music and lyrics. Music has helped him in his journey to recovery -- his journey to peace, love and happiness. The song he performed this morning dealt with these themes and is shared here today. Enjoy!
The last full day of summer is nearing its end. It was very warm and sunny here today -- about 24C with a bit of humidity, but nothing like the humidity yesterday. One could actually breathe outside today. Another rain system is moving eastward, which is good since many areas are very dry and a number of wells have gone dry. Water usage has been limited in several parts of the province. Two classes, an IT visit to fix a software issue and a couple of student meetings made the partial day very busy. I had two health care appointments this afternoon -- the regular dental checkup and a physio visit to deal with the sore knee. After a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up what I forgot earlier in the week, I was home for supper and a bit of work to prep for tomorrow. I had a great chat with a friend out west -- it has been a while and it was nice to catch up on our news.
I am pleased to have warmer days at present. I do love autumn weather with rain and cooler temperatures, but it is also nice to have some of those 'almost summer' days during the transition. Tomorrow is to be warm, but a bit cooler than today -- still a bit above normal. Cloud for the next rain bout should be around by end of the work day. It is true that many people feel summer is never long enough, but to be honest, I love a clear four season pattern. Growing up on the prairies, I had not encountered 3 month seasons. Fall and spring were just a few weeks at most. Summer begins earlier and winter does the same. Living on the east coast, fall and spring are longer making summer and winter shorter. The transition seasons actually have time to move us from winter to summer and back again in a gradual pattern. I love that.
The song shared today deals with the change of seasons with a bit more upbeat tone than many songs. Enjoy!
Another very full day with many meetings and two classes. It began before 8 AM and didn't end until 7 PM. Many things were completed or moved forward, but it was just a very long day. The final meeting from 5:30 for just over an hour was with science faculty members. More work came home with me to finish for classes tomorrow. I just want to go to bed <smile>.
A song reminded me of the science-y stuff that filled the day. Sort of some geeky things, but they make people happy. I like the voice of the singer and the lyrics are geeky in a artsy kind of way <grin>. Enjoy!
Tuesday's Moon -- Laurel Jackson
It was a very humid day with not a puff of a breeze. Walking across the parking lot seemed stifling -- it felt difficult to breathe. This occurs a bit in the late summer or fall as tropical air masses pass by and drop rain, heat and humidity -- whatever they may be carrying along. The office time brought multiple 15 minute meetings with students again -- looks like the rest of this week will be filled with more of these meetings. They each are interesting as students choose their term project topics.The enthusiasm is great to see. I do enjoy the chats, but I get very tired by the end of the day. It is a lot for a brain to deal with <smile>.
At the end of the day, I stopped at the grocery store to replace all the staples I'd run out of and all the other fresh items that hadn't been replaced since returning from the trip. I was tired and very hungry -- two things that don't go well with filling a grocery cart <smile>. I tried to stick to the list and be as efficient as possible. As I left, I went digging for my car keys. They'd been in the fourth reusable bag that I had. So -- I stopped the cart out by the doors and began to dig through the four bags to find the keys. I unpacked each bag carefully and nothing. I looked out the door at the pouring rain and thought I might have dropped them coming in earlier, but didn't want to wander in the rain to see if that was the case. So -- I chose to begin inside and checked with the customer service desk, but no one was there. I went to the cashier who had rung me through and asked if she'd seen any keys. No. The cashier at the next till -- who had been in my class a couple years ago -- said a customer had found a set of keys. The man who found them noted he'd taken them to customer service, so I returned to the desk to wait for someone to come back. When she arrived, my keys were the ones that had been turned in. It made me happy to be in a smaller town where even in larger stores, people take care of each other.
The song that I found online today matches the process I went through with my groceries and trying to find the keys. The lyrics should make you smile. Enjoy!
I woke much earlier than usual again today. I had thought we were moving towards being over the jet lag time thing by the end of the weekend, yet the day began much earlier than I had hoped. It has been seven days and I'm doing my best to adjust to local time -- trying to eat at meal times and ignore the hunger at other times and staying up until close to local bedtime. I guess I will just have to remain patient and just go with the flow. <smile>
The song for today deals with feeling tired and having trouble waking up at the right time. Sadly in my situation, I wake before the alarm rather than the other way around. <smile> Enjoy!
It was a lovely sunny Saturday. Most of the day was spent doing laundry and reading bits for class next week. The day ended with a great dinner out with friends at my favourite restaurant. We had a great time chatting and laughing. The food was stellar as usual -- I had the stuffed salmon -- a spinach based stuffing -- served with roasted yellow beets, red cabbage with fresh currents and mixed pepper strips lightly sauteed. We chose a red blend with Mourvedre, syrah, petit syrah and something else that I'm forgetting. It went well with everyone's meals. I splurged and had dessert since it was a celebration meal after all -- a pumpkin cheesecake that had some pecan dusting on top. The flavours were delightful and it was lighter than many baked cheesecakes.
Taking time to meet with friends over food brings many joys. Seeing each other outside of the work setting brings the feeling of normalcy -- we didn't have to speak of work-related irritations and assured ourselves that we can speak about wider topics without getting into daily nitty gritty. Taking time to listen and laugh together can be enjoyable as well as cathartic. Again, we are reminded that there is more to us and life than what is at the office. Celebrating a significant life event for one of the crew adds to the experience. We don't have to have something to celebrate to go out together, but it is an added bonus when there is a special day or event.
The thought for the day -- friends support us by having fun as much as being there when we need help. The song choice today is an homage to friends -- we may be very different, but we are alike enough to share the journey. Enjoy!
It was a lovely sunny day with clear blue skies, little wind, and pleasant end of summer temperatures. The work day was another one filled with classes and many meetings. It was a productive day, though. Early in the morning, there was some shocking news. I'd called for an appointment with a friend to find that the office would be closed for a funeral of a well-known health professional from town. I had seen this person over the years when my regular practitioner was on vacation. We had many great conversations in the office and on the streets. She was younger than me and left behind four sons who are entering adulthood. The services were today and I headed over to the cathedral at the edge of campus once my last student meeting was completed. I arrived 15 minutes after the start of services. No seats remained so I stood at the back.
Saying no seats were empty won't mean much for those who have not seen the inside of the cathedral that holds 700 people with a bit of room to spare. This woman grew up in town and was a health practitioner in town for her entire career. She knew almost everyone in one capacity or anther. Some people found her a bit curt or gruff, but she cared deeply about people and would often relaxto chat after the business of the visit was over. Some days, it was clear she was in a dark place, but I saw more days where her smile would seep out through the sparkle in her eyes and she'd laugh. She dealt with the fallout of a major physical attack, and as the priest noted, she was never the same person after that. He spoke of the 'wounded healer' noting how she cared for others and seemed to find the strength to do so from her pain. She will be missed within our community.
She loved to run and hiked into the local mountains and the Rockies, so this song seemed to fit the situation well. May she find peace to replace the pain. Enjoy!
Go Rest High on the Mountain -- Vince Gill ft. Ricky Skaggs
Today was filled with many wonderful greetings and well wishes. Yes, there was a full work day involved, but there was also cake at work -- that is always a good thing <smile>. Colleagues, students, family and friends sent wishes in person, on paper, telephone and electronically. These gestures mean a lot -- and helped to make me realize there are others out there who recognize this day with me.
Birthdays are special to me. Not everyone feels the need to do something to mark the one day that is the birthday on the actual day. To me, that is important. So, when I see and hear little messages or people sing for me, it means so much to me. I would celebrate alone, but it is not the same as having others there to share the day. Some people worry about the number. To me this has not created a major difficulty - it is just a number. Old is more a state of mind than a number, though it can be surreal to see a number climb upwards. I find it hard to believe that decades go by when it doesn't seem that so much time has actually passed. I've seen people refuse to tell anyone how old they are or who consistently give their age incorrectly. It is just a number, so shouldn't define who we are. By refusing to acknowledge the number, I think people give the age more power than it should have over a life.
Since birthdays measure the journey in a quantitative way, I was struggling with a song for the day. I am a more qualitative person after all <smile>. I think the song I share here today presents that more qualitative journey. Enjoy!
Scheduling meetings with students from one class took most of the time today. I'm still dealing with the fatigue of traveling across many time zones, so wasn't fully on task the way I'd like to be. I found that finding 15 minutes for each student in a medium sized class took more hours than I usually have available for office hours. Once this aspect of the course assignment topic selection has been completed, office hours will be back to usual and much less full of scheduled meetings. There will be time to breathe, make a cup of tea or walk to the printer.
To find enough time to book meetings for each student involved opening up afternoons where course preparation and admin tasks generally reside. When the course is being planned and deadline dates determined, the number of class members that will be registered by the beginning of term is not known. We may have a vague idea of about how many will be in a course, but precision is not a given. I do recall that last fall this part of the assignment took a lot of extra hours for the one week. I'd expected a smaller class than presented itself this fall -- not very much smaller, but enough to make a difference in the current activities. There are hours available, but filling them with meeting times, means that the other regular meetings or scheduled appointments occur without the usual prep time. It will improve and this will occur in just another week. Hopefully, by then my head will be in the game and in the game in this time zone. <smile>
A song title and first line of a song came to mind as I was trying to schedule all the meetings and find extra time to squeeze a few more meetings into. Enjoy!
Give me just a little more time -- The Chairmen of the Board
My first day back to classes for the fall term was the beginning of week 2. Being away last week at a conference meant I missed the first week crazies. Seemed today that this left me with double the craziness factor by cramming week 1 into week 2. The first class for me was at 8:15 AM today, which isn't my favourite time of day. However, today it seemed very doable, but my brain was still 5 hours out of sync with the local time. By mid-afternoon I was fading badly -- again, not my usual routine. But since it was closer to late evening in my head, I was really tired.
Jet lag can create sleep disruptions and mess with the eating schedule. I woke up every hour all night long and today I've been hungry no mater what time it was. Circadian rhythms can be quite delicate and become more sensitive as the brain ages. I don't recall this great a disruption to the systems when I was in London for two weeks, but then I was on sabbatical, so the schedule on return was more flexible than during a teaching term. It will take several days to acclimate. I hope that next week feels more normal. When the routine changes at the beginning of term, it is difficult enough to adjust, but adjusting to a 5-hour time change adds another layer of stress.
The main song line that kept running through my head dealt with not being sure what time it really is. Love the orchestral aspects of this band. Enjoy!
Does Anyone Really Know What Time it is? -- Chicago
Fifty years ago tonight, a family gathered around a television to see a new show. As a kid I watched that week and every week afterwards -- along with the family. The show was about four young men who were hired to play a band, yet somewhere along the line they became a band, but then they could play their own instruments before they were hired and learned to play more and write songs. The Monkees were a big part of my childhood. As an adult, I joined a newsgroup in the old early internet days. There I met many people with similar experiences as children of my generation and the one after that. To this day, I communicate with many of these people daily and have met a large number of them in person. Not only did this musical group give me some great childhood memories, but they've enriched my adult life with this wonderful group of people.
Many people mocked the group when I was a kid. As an adult, I've gotten odd looks when I've noted that for 20 years I've been in daily contact with a group of wonderful folks. Luckily, some may think I'm silly, but that doesn't affect my love for the group or the fans I know. I've been to a few reunion concerts and have seen all four group members in concert, though only three at a time. I enjoy the individual careers each pursued after the group disbanded in the '60s. So, from a campy sitcom came wonderful memories with more to come.
Choosing a song for today was not easy. But, I decided to choose a newer song written by Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie. Enjoy!
For the first time since arriving in Spain, as I flew out of the Malaga airport there were clouds covering the hilltops. This obscured any possible view of Africa or Gibralter as we flew over. Clouds cleared as we flew northeast, showing the many volcanic looking mountain tops -- many with depressions on top rather than looking like the Rockies, Alps or Himalayas which are more tectonic plates pushed upwards. Cloud returned as we approached Paris so all that was visible were the suburb looking areas around the airport. Time between flights was minimal -- bus to terminal, long walk to border services, waiting, and then walking to the departure gate. Got there just as they were preparing to board so no time to even buy a postcard or take a photo to prove I was really there.
The transatlantic flight was smooth and comfortable. Foodservice was lovely. Only complaint was there was no regular offer of water throughout a 7-1/2 hour flight. Time was again tight in Montreal where customs was cleared. Due to the short connection time, they sent the few of us through a much shorter line. Unfortunately, connecting flights and those leaving the airport all were in one huge line the length of the baggage hall. I kept walking forward and stepping in front of those who left a space big enough for me. Once the bags were dropped, we then had to leave the secure area and re-enter through security. Again, no connections line, just the huge line of all new travelers. I flagged down a security person and asked if there was another way to go with a flight that was leaving in 30 minutes. She sent me and another woman to the shortest lines for security -- still 15 people in front of me. I got to the gate in time to allow a bathroom break since the gate was at the near end of the terminal.
Twenty hours after I left the hotel in Malaga, I landed in Halifax, tired, but so happy to be there. This was the weekend that Canadians were to take pictures or videos to explain what they were doing -- a compilation will be constructed in celebration of the 150th anniversary of the founding of Canada in 2017. I was thinking how wonderful it was that I was heading back home. I took a few pictures out airplane windows, since that was the way I saw the world that day. It was exciting to see the Bonavista peninsula in Newfoundland -- the first part of Canada that I saw and it made me feel so happy to see home.
A song that seemed to fit for today has great guitar at the beginning and is just catchy phrasing in the lyrics. Enjoy!
On the weekend, I spent many hours travelling to get home. As I went to the Granada bus terminal by taxi, a song played on the satellite radio -- two songs that were vying for the one that helped most in not "getting stressed out" -- exact phrase used in an otherwise Spanish DJ patter. So -- must be no translation for that phrase. I listened to it and moved on. Bus trip went well. Interestingly, even the superEconomy fare means you have to load and unload your own suitcases under the bus.
When I disembarked at the Malaga Airport, I decided to check-in that afternoon rather than the following morning. Baggage drop is generally quicker. The head airline desk sent me off to a gate number to check in and I stood there for a long time in a huge line with no one at the desk. When someone arrived, it was not the right airline personnel. As I walked back across the terminal, I saw an airline check in desk at a different gate number with only 2 people in line. I gave the fellow all my requisite documentation and then he called his supervisor who then called someone else. I really wished I knew enough Spanish to understand what was going on -- it was rather nerve-wracking. They sent me back to the original main office kiosk where I'd begun. It seems that they couldn't find my ticket number anywhere in the system. She searched online and called the partner airline for the second leg -- nothing. We finally pulled out my boarding passes from the trip to Spain and she discovered that when the outgoing airline had moved me to an earlier flight due to weather delays out of JFK, she had cancelled not only the flight leg between Boston and JFK but also the entire return trip. After two hours working through this, the airline that made the error rebooked the return flights. Learnings from this include that being obsessive and not discarding boarding passes until I can shred them at home is a good thing and being ahead of schedule also is not an obsessive thing. Had I waited until the next morning (when the check in began an hour before the flight left), there would not have been time to fix the problem and I'd have been stuck and need to rebook things myself and argue the case later -- never a good thing. This delay allowed me time to observe that check in was a huge lineup at each gate and not until at least 2 hours before the flight. Then all the flights go through only one security line. As I was ready to head to the hotel for the night, someone behind me said 'hello there' and it was another conference presenter from Canada heading out that evening. That was lovely -- to actually speak English and just chat.
While sitting and waiting for the rebooking to occur, the song I'd heard in the taxi earlier in the day came back to me and helped me to smile and breathe a bit. So -- that seemed the best song to share here with you all. It seemed like a message to me and it did help me remain cool in a scary situation. Enjoy!
Don't worry 'bout a thing -- Madcon ft. Ray Dalton
Another day filled with interesting meetings and presentations. Conferences can be invigorating and validating. Invigorating since new ideas and people interested in their particular topic share their passions. Validating since you discover many other people are dealing with the same issues as you, so you can discuss possible ways to address the problems. That networking is a key aspect of any major meeting -- what goes on in the hallways outside the presentations and meetings, is just as important. This particular meeting involved presenters from 54 nations, the host country (Spain) having the largest number of presenters with the second largest being Canada. Total delegates were about 1800 from around the world. That kind of networking is invaluable.
During the closing session, the coordinator of the next meeting in 2020 (it is held once every 4 years) spoke about her country of South Africa. It was also noted that Canada had been successful in its bid for the 2024 congress. Planning will begin soon. It is a mammoth undertaking, but very exciting to have it in Canada. The one other time I attended this congress (this year's was the 17th congress) was when it was held in Chicago. It moves around the world so isn't close to home often.
The song that seemed to fit my feelings at the end of this meeting reflected the many connections made and work plans developed. It is sung by a group that reinvented its name over the years. Enjoy! Nothing's gonna stop us now -- Starship
Another long day of meetings ending with a wonderful walk with colleagues old and new. Walking and talking and learning new points of view can be stimulating, even when very tired or the weather chooses not to fully cooperate. After the walk, we headed for dinner and then found a bakery shop with wonderful delights. I chose the coconut macaroons -- non-chocolate variety <smile>. They looked so perfect. They were perfect with a cup of tea as a bedtime snack. Yum.
Food and friends can bring fun to a day. While not all was perfect, we did manage to discuss some pertinent topics and learn how actions of others present addressed problems in their regions. It is always thought provoking and intriguing to see how we each have similar issues and address them in similar yet slightly different ways.
My brain is a bit overwhelmed from meetings, which might explain the song selected for the day. It seemed the only one that ran through my mind several times when choosing a selection for the day. The singer is better known for his later television work, but this is an example of his earlier musical career. Enjoy!
I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts -- Freddy Martin Show ft. Merv Griffin
Today was the beginning of a trio of days filled with meetings. A few evening activities have been planned with the group, as well. So -- very long days. That isn't actually a complaint, since it is always wonderful to meet with colleagues from several venues and discuss life and work over dinner and maybe even some wine.
Highlights of the day were speaking twice to the group -- always good when I get to talk about the things I'm passionate about with like minded folks. We were treated to an operatic group singing for us today. It was amazing. One song sung is likely familiar to many people and I share a rendition of that here for you today. Enjoy!
(NOTE: I'm a few days behind here, but will get caught up. Meetings and dinners have taken most of the waking moments of these very long days.)
Today was filled with work and laughter. Research projects were submitted for presentation and a few admin details clarified. A couple of details needed repeated work throughout the day, but all ended well. When standing in queue to speak to a clerk another woman stood beside me instead of behind me. I also thought she was with the man in front of me who was being served. When a second clerk arrived to help deal with the growing line, she motioned to the woman 2 inches in front of me to come to her wicket. I turned to look at the woman beside me, who walked in front of me while saying, "you don't mind if I go first, do you." It was a statement, not a question. My response was likely less gracious than it could have been, but she clearly knew I was ahead of her in line.
While thinking through this event in my day, I realized how upset it made me at the time. She was obviously in a hurry as I watched her giving the clerk half of her attention while she kept checking behind us all looking at or for someone else. She was curt with the man who joined her at the wicket. I was determined not to let this woman colour the good feelings of the day and think I have succeeded. I found it odd that she didn't ask to go ahead of me because of something she was already late for or whatever. A simple (even made up) excuse would be easier to deal with than the bullying attitude that was presented -- like she was used to walking over people in her regular social dealings. It is likely a lifelong behaviour pattern -- I'd bet she was one of those mean girls in high school, too. In the end, I felt sorry for her rather than angry. She didn't seem to be a happy person. That by no means excuses her rude behaviour, though.
Only one song came to mind while mulling this over. The singer-songwriter deals with a different situation, but it is still rudeness. Enjoy!
Ordering food in a restaurant -- something we may take for granted. I know I do. I've traveled to many places and things I believe are similarly named items, may not always be the same. On the whole, this is a good thing. We may often be too used to the 'fast-food-ization' of the food service world, that quality control so a menu item is the same no matter where you are in the world. In some countries, familiar foods -- familiar to me <smile> -- may not be easy to find. While I have a short list of absolute dislikes and another of allergy-causing foods, there are often interesting local dishes to try. They may not turn out to be 'keepers', but the 'once-ers' add depth to our experience -- like the Branson pickle and cheese or the tuna and sweet corn sandwiches that I fell in love with in the UK.
In some countries, language may be a barrier to ordering, even in countries that technically speak the same language, the same word may mean two very different foods. Just think of Maggie Smith's explanation of making a cup of tea in The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (priceless). Or think of the consternation with which someone with a British background stares at a plate of sandwich and chips that contains potato chips (crisps in the UK) not fries (chips in the UK and Canada). Now add the extra layer of a language one is not fluent in and see the results. In a Hong Kong noodle shop, seated at a long communal table, we stared at the menu on the wall written entirely in Chinese characters. We were determined to have this experience, so carefully watched the bowls of those business men around us until we saw what we wanted. Mine turned out to be a lovely beef short rib with veggies and broth over rice noodles. Wonderful.
Looking at a menu and trying to translate meal contents is daunting, but comical when those around you Google translations and photos to help you decide. Your dinner choice has become a community event <smile>. If a region blends two bordering languages or uses a unique regional pronunciation things can get weird very easily. Also, beware faulty translations. I once had a table d'hote menu with jellied fish appetizer. Expecting some pickled jellied herring, I was surprised to find strips of jelly fish tentacles served in vinegar. At least my table mate was more than willing to eat what I was clearly not going to finish. As long as I don't end up with brains, chicken feet, octopus, cuttle fish or squid, I should be happy. (and yes, I have tried these, but really don't want to go there again). The bottom line is relax, go with the flow and be open to new experiences. (I'm sensing a theme here recently <smile>). We each have different ways of doing. Sharing these ways with others can be a joy.
Sometimes finding a meal this way can take some time, but it teaches you something about yourself and others. Try not to be stuck in just one way of thinking what will taste good. Who knows, maybe you'll discover that mayonnaise really does taste better than ketchup with fries <grin>. Or you may find you are a champion at charades. The song shared here deals with recognizing a change and waiting and hunting for something.
Have you ever thought about doors? They serve as entry or exit passages and can be open, closed or even locked. They come in all colours, sizes, shapes and materials. I love looking at doors whenever I am walking somewhere new. I've seen doors to homes that are merely curtains, others that are strong solid wood or iron doors that show the need -- perceived or real -- for security. Doors can be simple or ornate, small or enormous. They seem to provide a message of what is on the other side, for the outsider at least. The huge doors to a throne room are meant to communicate power and perhaps some intimidation. Old doors can be fascinating -- heavy wooden and iron doors that have lasted since the middle ages. Strong wrought iron grates that secure inner courtyards lead to a rabbit warren of buildings. Many of these depict exclusivity -- only those with the key pass through.
Why is it that we sometimes end up behind closed doors -- locking out at the world? Many long time residents in my neighbourhood never locked their doors and would knock and walk in to neighbouring homes. I didn't know them, so I kept my door locked. I had moved from a big city and this was necessary for many safety reasons. Many of those residents have moved on in the past 18 years, with rental units in what were once family homes. These keep doors locked, too. So, I wondered if it were a generational thing? Perhaps not, since these people knew each other well for decades, so felt at home with each other. I've seen the small town I live in turn to a place where we don't know our neighbours. On my block, many are students, who don't see the need to get to know anyone expect other students -- understandable <smile>. Why get to know the grey hairs on your block? Well, they could be good help in emergencies or just plain interesting.
We also hide our selves behind an outside mask, much like all those doors. Some appear open, but only so far -- there may be a moat to cross to get to the real door inside. Do we cut ourselves off from possible amazing experiences? Do we isolate ourselves out of fear? Are we lonely but don't see that we may block some social interaction by our actions? Hmm -- 'likely' at some points for each of these questions. More things to ponder on those walks out among nature or the neighbourhood <smile>.
I will continue looking for and photographing doors of all types. I love the promise of a passage elsewhere -- not quite like Monty Hall and the excited, costumed folks on Let's Make a Deal, but there is intrigue, excitement, and hesitation. There is a chance for change, whether you are entering or leaving -- passing through takes you elsewhere. Many songs could fit here today, but I've chosen one from a band that clearly has shown they were and are a band <smile>. The lyrics tell a story of someone behind a door. (video quality is not high but it is an amazing performance). Enjoy!
When speaking about his cubist paintings of humans, Picasso stated that the paintings deconstructed the human form -- the very form that we use to construct notions of self. Looking at some of these paintings (and ceramics, sculptures, prints and such) seems difficult to fathom. If I look long enough I can begin to see the body shown on different planes but now one on top of the other in a 2-D canvas. One I recall seeing was the head of a man wearing a hat. The right side of the canvas was distinct, yet the left side made the face and hat indistinguishable -- one can't tell where the face ends and the hat begins. It made me smile, for I thought isn't that interesting. Our choice of a hat to wear is an expression of self -- and here Picasso was showing that very concept.
We all see ourselves very differently from others -- the us we see in the mirror and the us we see with our minds. Artistic expression shows a rendering of either self or other -- but only one of the many views of self we have and it even could be one that we don't realize we have. How we see each other is different between people, too. We can learn from what others see in us. We can also learn that what some see in us is really what they see in themselves -- they need company in that dark place in which they dwell. We need to find a way to see ourselves more clearly -- yet another activity that takes bravery <smile>.
The song I share today was written by a rock idol. It speaks to the man that began my mind wandering today -- a man who lived life with passion, even when others didn't agree with his choices. The singer/songwriter changed tempo and melody a bit throughout the recording -- this seems to follow the friends drinking after their host left and may even represent some of Picasso's cubist and representational artworks. Enjoy!
Keeping in the theme of journeys as a metaphor for life today. I've been thinking of how we come to know our limits. Often this discovery appears through reflection after the fact. Things we thought were impossible for us to do show us how much more capable we are -- we generally underestimate ourselves.
These thoughts reminded me of a young woman who flew to Botswana to begin a six-month development studies internship. Off she flew. When she arrived no one had met the plane, So, she found a way into the town not knowing any of the setswana language. I was amazed -- but not surprised -- at her resourcefulness. She said to me, "what else could I do?" At that moment the mentor (me) became the mentee <smile>.
Another silly song came to mind about journeys and destinations. It is by a great band from the '70s with a long string of hits in that decade. This was one of them. Enjoy!
Destinations are about getting there more than simply being there. Life seems not made to be smooth. The bumps teach us much -- problem solving, self-awareness, resilience. That makes it sound peaceful -- but getting there will involve much angst and a host of other less peaceful feelings. Look for the signs -- not the destinations -- Tel Aviv, Rome, Dakar or Nice -- but the signs of people making that journey. See those with mind and heart open to making the journey living in the moment in a mindful manner. People watching can be enlightening.We can make up stories about those we see, yet can also see a myriad of human experience. This is difficult for an introverted empath, but taking the time can bring rewards.
A silly song was in my mind today. A friend talked with me about it from a recent trip she and a group of friends had made to Boston. They laughed and sang the song on their journeys through the city. Interestingly, it also fits with the theme for the day. The lyrics cover both a destination and an interrupted journey, just like many of us experience -- the 'what do I do now?' aspect of the journey.
