Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The Hotel

 Husbandman and I are staying at a pleasant hotel called Graduate Minneapolis.  In the room, there are artifacts representing people who are from this fine city.  We have a large oil painting of Loni Anderson and a jacket (framed behind glass) that once belonged to Herb Brooks.

I'm familiar with Loni Anderson, though I never knew she was from the Land of Lakes.  Loni Anderson has spoken out against cigarette smoking because both her parents died of emphysema.  I support Loni Anderson's work on this important health issue.

I had never heard of Herb Brooks before, so Husbandman filled me in on some of his big accomplishments.  I've spent some time learning about him on the internets.  If I have to look at his jacket upon waking up each morning, I should know a bit about the man.  It's just common sense.

Herb inspired many ice hockey players to do their best and to play with heart.  He told people to be "uncommon" because common people go nowhere.  He also said that "Legs feed the wolf."  Not sure what that means, but I'm ready to ponder this potentially inspirational idea throughout my day.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

The Acknowledgements

Lisa Jewell wrote this acknowledgement of her editors and their "brave and clear minded" work on revision suggestions for her book,  Then She Was Gone.  KC sent me this photo.  It's a good addition to my collection of authors' grateful writing about how editors make significant impact on their stories.  If you find one of these, please send it my way.  Thanks, friends.

Monday, June 25, 2018


Saturday's CPR training went well.  Come to find out, I didn't need the first aid part of the class, so I got to leave early.  I know how to do CPR and I also know how to use an AED.  AED stands for Automated External Defibrillator.

I'm now obsessed with locating the AEDs in all facilities.  At the airport yesterday, I pointed out the AED to Husbandman.  "If I need to start doing CPR on someone around here, I'm going to need you to run over here, open up this box and pull out this AED.  Bring it to me at once. Also, call 911."  Husbandman's response didn't inspire confidence, but I'm sure he'll do the right thing when the time comes.

I know where the AED is here in the hotel.  Unfortunately, it's downstairs in the lobby which is going to be a hassle if someone up here on the sixth floor needs CPR.  Sidenote:  Husbandman and I are spending some days in Minneapolis.  Fun times indeed.  Just spent 3 hours straight talking to KC and we didn't even get through 30% of the stuff on our talk about list.

Anyway, I was considering buying my own AED because what if the one at a location is out of batteries or is damaged in some way?  Also, I may want to carry around a small disposable razor because if I'm doing CPR on a hairy chested person, I'm going to have to remove that hair quickly so the AED nodes can adhere to the skin and administer the shock efficiently.  Come to find out, an AED costs about 1,400 dollars.  So I'm holding off on buying my own at this point in time.  In the meantime, I'm constantly keeping my eyes peeled for the AED nearest me and I strongly suggest you do the same. If you're nervous about using an AED, don't be.  Once you turn it on, the machine tells you what to do one step at a time.

Saturday, June 23, 2018


So, today is my day for a 5 hour CPR class.  My teaching license has expired and I must revive it if I want to continue educating our nation's youth, which I do. Part of being professionally developed is knowing how to save lives, so I accept that I must now leave my coffee cup and head to the YMCA.   And yet, I wonder why it takes 5 hours to teach CPR?   A few squeezes to the diaphragm.  A few pounds to the chest.  I could probably get this done in 30 to 50 minutes.

I actually saved 20Something's life once, using my CPR skills.  She was choking on an apple.  Maybe if I mention that to the instructor today, she'll realize that she can proceed at a faster pace.

I am sad to be losing 5 hours of my weekend to CPR training, but I'm also excited to hone my life saving skills.

Friday, June 22, 2018

The Club
I hosted the book club last night.  We discussed Woman in the Window, a fast paced thriller with some good surprises.  If you want to read that book, you should.  The author was an editor.  He has since quit his editing job and is now just a plain old writer.  I wonder what it was like for him to work with an editor to revise.

I picked the book this month, so I was a little nervous that we wouldn't have a ton of talk around it, but as usual, we did.  This book club of mine really talks about books, which is quite nice.  I've been in book clubs that didn't like to discuss books too much and that got on my last nerve.

Mitzker's in Croatia and Slovenia and she is taking some awesome photographs.  Check out her blog over here.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

The Obituary

 "He had a rough start in life, but was able to overcome all of that."

When I read this line in Mr. F.'s obituary this morning, I felt frustrated as all get out.  Geez Louise, don't tease.  Tell me more about this rough start.  Tell me more about the overcoming.  Don't leave me hanging.  

I'm slowly getting over it.  Mr. F.'s family probably wants to focus on the good times.  I can learn from Mr. F. that rough starts can be overcome and life can be happy and good.  End of story.

May you rest in peace, Mr. F.  

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

The Stress

I went to Georgia and to Florida last week.  My parents are doing well thanks for asking.  We did a lot of fun activities together and then on the last day of our visit, my parents suffered simultaneous falls.  They went down together, staring into my eyes as I reached out for them, both sailing slowly backward like flat Stanleys, smacking down on the pavement outside their front steps.  It was scary and sad and infuriating.  I wanted everything to be perfect for my whole trip.  Upshot is this --- Mom's elbow is a mess.  Dad may have broken a rib. As for me, frankly I am traumatized. Mom and Dad, you've got to do better.  I can't handle the stress of your constant falling.  I love you both a lot.  Please knock it off with the balance issues.

Monday, June 04, 2018

The Skin

Husbandman and I like to see birds in the wild, but we don't like to wake up early on our precious weekends. We tenaciously venture out around noon, even though birds are usually long gone.  Birds hang out during sunrise and then they make themselves scarce.  Birds don't have time to fool around. That being said, we did see a few birds down Goose Pond way on Sunday afternoon.  We saw some terns flying around and some cattle egret in a field.  We also saw this toad.  How do I know it's a toad, you ask?  Toads have rough skin.  Frogs have smooth skin. This toad was comfortable hanging out in the open mid afternoon.  I'm thinking of starting a toad watching club.

Saturday, June 02, 2018

The Cards

We're learning to play euchre. John and Patricia are teaching us.  From this day forward, I'm going to keep a deck of cards in my purse just in case anyone might want to sit and play some euchre.  We're heading to a graduation party for a fantastic kid in a bit.  I'm thinking this fantastic kid or some of her fellow graduates might like to sit down and play some euchre.  Let's get EUCHRE SUMMER started, my friends.  

Friday, June 01, 2018

The Jokes

We went to hear Margaret Cho. I have a lot of respect for Margaret Cho. She has been in comedy for 35 years and as you probably know, I just finished up my 34th year of teaching America's youth.  In short, Margaret and I have devoted our lives to our respective fields.   I also think she's on the good side of political issues, in that she agrees with my point of view much of the time.  Despite our strong bond, Margaret and I just could not get on the same page last night.  Her jokes didn't interest me and I found many to be annoying.  Out of respect, I gave Margaret a heartfelt ovation, but we just weren't in sync and quite honestly, I place most of the blame on Margaret.

The Astronauts

 From a Lynda Barry book, I've used the idea to have the Thirdlanders draw self portraits on occasion.  Draw yourself as Batman, a monst...