Saturday, April 30, 2016

The Tinies

National Leeographic
 Last weekend we took a walk and I took this amazing frog photo. Look how awesome it is.  We also saw some red breasted mergansers at Saltwater Creek which is a new breed for us.  Welcome, Mergansers!

Today I've been inside all day long, watching tiny house shows for hours on end.   Geez Louise I want one of those tiny houses in the worst way, but I'm nervous about the impact of the tiny house on my physique.  I'm researching tiny houses for the elderly, because I can't be dealing with crawling up skinny ladders to shimmy into a loft bed.  Getting older is on my mind a lot these days.  I'm starting to accept that my ankle will hurt for the rest of my life, but I'm not thrilled about other impending health problems in my aged future.  Case in point: I could be losing 2 to 3 inches in height in the next 15 years. That's disturbing, but could make living in the tiny house for the elderly more feasible, so I guess I'll relax about it.  Tomorrow, I'm getting out and about.  This day's been ridiculous.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Thursday Creativity Share: Feel the Burn

In Kenya, there will be a massive burning of ivory tomorrow.  You can read about it here.  The Thirdlanders have been reading about some of the ways people are trying to stop poaching.  Giving poachers alternative jobs, using drones to search out poachers, establishing national parks, setting up ivory burns.  The creativity and ingenuity is happening all over the place. Husbandman is leaving for Israel today.  If I were him, I'd take a detour to Kenya to attend the ivory burn.  It's going to be the biggest ivory burn in history and government leaders from 12 countries will be there to feel the burn and get moving on taking right action.
I'm going to miss Husbandman.  I wish he wouldn't go.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016


So I didn't get #TwinTuesday posted here yesterday.  I apologize and now let's move on.  I don't want to be criticized in any way, shape or form.  This week, we have something original and evergreen fresh:  Things that start with T.  I have a Toadsuck post card and a tuna can.  KC has a trophy and some tape.
This pair of pairings got me to thinking about the Tennessee Tuxedo song.  Which got me to a'googlin' and guess what?  I've been singing this song incorrectly for decades.  Geez, my way seems better.  As per usual.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Independent Film Review: Love Thy Nature

Love Thy Nature seemed like it might have some merit.  It's a documentary about getting outside in nature, narrated by Liam Neeson.  I love nature and I love Liam, so what could go wrong? Here's our chat.

Lw:  So Love Thy Nature.  What went wrong there?
Hm: It was a movie that shouldn't have been made, but if they were going to make it, they should have focused on solutions to problems created by humans by drawing on patterns found in nature.
Lw:  Biomimicry?
Hm:  Yeah.  They talked in vague terms about biomimicry and then didn't provide any examples.
Lw:  Do you think the film changed how you'll live your life in the future?
Hm:  Only in the sense that I would never ever watch a movie again by that director.
Lw:  But did you feel different when you were walking outside today?
Hm:  No.  Except for still overcoming the shock of how bad that movie was.
(At this point, Husbandman stands up in order to crush a stink bug that has landed on our bedroom ceiling. I asked him if he would like to just put it in a tissue and bring it outside, but he preferred to kill it with brute force. Then he came back to bed to watch the Mets.)
Lw:  Do you want to volunteer in the community orchard?
Hm:  No.

So, you can go ahead and see this movie if you want to, but it was quite bland and didn't change our lives as far as I can tell.  I did take the Thirdlanders outside to write in our notebooks this morning, but many of them wrote about mine craft, so I'm not sure if a great appreciation of nature was inspired by our outing.  Still, being outside is good.  Stay outside and far away from any theater playing Love Thy Nature if you know what's good for you.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

The Jazz

Last night we walked over to the IU Jazz Celebration.  #1 Son was playing one song with the Plummer Jazz Combo toward the end of the show.  (This I Dig of You, by Hank Mobley).

  We sauntered in, only to hear a woman sharply inquiring of us, "DO YOU HAVE TICKETS?"  We explained that we didn't know the event required tickets and offered to buy some.   Come to find out, it was too late to purchase tickets of any kind. Husbandman explained that we like to come to the MAC to hear our son play and that we've been enjoying this kind of thing for years. A manager came over and we spoke of our son and how we like to see him play jazz and he let us enter which obviously was the right thing to do because we should be able to see #1 Son play jazz if we want to.

The show was incredible.  BRAVO, I texted to #1 Son after it was over.  Then we walked through campus under a starry sky, humming jazzily as we reveled in the glory of watching our favorite bass player in the world.  No strings attached.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

The 20

So last Saturday we learned all about Andrew Jackson at the Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson musical.  And now, mere days later, Andrew Jackson is getting the boot off the 20 and guess who's getting popped on? Harriet Tubman, one of my heroes. Farewell, Andrew Jackson.  You weren't a great guy and it's time to head back to the Hermitage and leave the 20 to someone who stands for justice and incredible bravery. HARRIET!

Maybe I'll bring this Harriet Tubman poem with me to POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY tomorrow.  We're going to be popping poems all day long.

Harriet Tubman

Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff
Wasn't scared of nothing neither
Didn't come in this world to be no slave
And wasn't going to stay one either

"Farewell!" she sang to her friends one night
She was mighty sad to leave 'em
But she ran away that dark, hot night
Ran looking for her freedom
She ran to the woods and she ran through the woods
With the slave catchers right behind her
And she kept on going till she got to the North
Where those mean men couldn't find her

Nineteen times she went back South
To get three hundred others
She ran for her freedom nineteen times
To save Black sisters and brothers
Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff
Wasn't scared of nothing neither
Didn't come in this world to be no slave
And didn't stay one either

     And didn't stay one either

I might pick this one though:

Went to the corner
Walked in the store
Bought me some candy
Ain’t got it no more Ain’t got it no more
Went to the beach
Played on the shore
Built me a sand house
Ain’t got it no more Ain’t got it no more
Went to the kitchen
Lay down on the floor
Made me a poem
Still got it Still got it
Both are by Eloise Greenfield.  So that means it's probably going to be a Greenfield kind of day.  

Tuesday, April 19, 2016


It's #TwinTuesday again, with a bottle cap and an earring.  You can check out the twin over at KC's place.  KC's doing a lot of cool stuff right now.  She has a newsletter and I'm pretty sure you're going to want to subscribe to it.  I subscribe, so why wouldn't you?  If you want to, you should.  KC's a fantastic writer and an awesome friend.  Kind of like Charlotte in Charlotte's Web.

KC's diagnostic research showed that #TwinTuesday doesn't produce the big page view #'s.  I found this shocking.  Who wouldn't want to stare at this beautiful yellowish combo all day and night?  I myself will probably click on it about 12 or 15 times today.

Monday, April 18, 2016

The Dish

I wish #1Son hadn't displayed the empty potato salad dish as I was snapping photos, and I told him so this very evening.   After listening to my complaints about the potato salad dish, he looked at this photo for awhile and then replied, "You could crop a little picture of your face over it."

At first I was annoyed with his reply.  Then I remembered that he's probably trying to be helpful and that he probably realizes that displaying the potato salad dish was a bad choice.