Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Condolences

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
Evil said...
The Curve of Forgotten Things
Things slowly curve out of sight
Until they are gone. Afterwards
Only the curve
Remains.
- Richard Brautigan
Serena said...
I like it. I'll have to look at more of his work.

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Drive Home


There's no place like home! :D
Evil said...
Um, rarely does one here that in reference to Buffalo.
Serena said...
I know. I've never been accused of normality. At least, not recently.

Hellerstown, PA

The price of gas was $2.59 when I left Buffalo. Traveling down the I90, I noticed that even on the thruway, it was $.20 cheaper than it was where I filled up before I left. Why is it so much cheaper elsewhere? Erie County taxes, I bet!


Coffee's On!

Before I went to bed last night, Uncle John told me the coffee was made, it just had to be plugged in. I got up at 6 this morning, went into the kitchen, and it took me a solid five minutes to realize this is the coffee maker! I haven't seen one of these in years, but I tell you what, the coffee was Wonderful!!!


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Uncle Tone's Memorial Service

I am a horrible photographer! Not just because I can take lousy pictures, but because I walk around with camera in hand and forget to USE it!!!

That being said, here are all the pictures I took at Uncle Tone's memorial service. All six of 'em.


Great Uncle John Glokner (son of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner) and Joe Jimenez (son of Renee Sousa Jimenez, daughter of Clarita Arenas Sousa, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.)

Debbie Gecik and her sister Brenda with Brenda's son. I was joking with my cousin Wayne that I would have all these pictures, would get home and say, now... who the heck are these people? I'm so sorry - I can't remember Brenda's son's name!
Debbie and Brenda are the daughters of Clara (Chippy) Arenas Gecik, daughter of Phillipe Arenas, son of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.

Here are Laura and her husband Tom. (Laura is the daughter of Eugenia Arenas Johnson, daughter of Phillipe Arenas, son of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.) I started to take the picture when Laura was smiling, but sometimes I have digital camera issues. She looks very much like her mother, Eugenia, who I corresponded with by "snail mail".



Here are Wayne and Barbara Laucius. (Wayne Laucius is the son of Mary Glokner Laucius, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.)



Here are Elizabeth and Victor "Uncle Doc" Sousa. Uncle Doc really is a doctor, but I don't know his medical specialty. (Victor is the son of Clarita Arenas Sousa, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner.)



Here is Uncle Doc with Joe Jimenez's two daughters, Andrea and Christina. They were both studying hard for their APs this weekend, and I wish them both the best of luck!



And here is the one, the only, exhausted Miguel Ian, son of Serena Raquel, daughter of Anne Bosley, daughter of Raquel Arenas Bosley, daughter of Esther King Morris Arenas Glokner. :D

Memorial Service

I decided to go to New Jersey for my Great Uncle Tone's memorial service. I don't see that side of the family near enough, and I'm ashamed to say it seems I only make it down there for funerals. {heavy sigh} I will work on this, I promise.




The drive down was gloomy, and I took this picture out my window and thought, "Suitable weather for a memorial service." As strange as it may sound, though, I had a great time! Uncle Tone was quite a character. His daughter, Ronni, said it best. He will be "a hard act to follow".




Here is His Highness, playing with his french fries at the Friendly's in Cortland, New York.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Another Dimension - Clear as Mud

For all of you who are absolutely Dying to know the answer, here it is!

But first, the original problem. So you know what I'm talking about. (Yeah, sure.)

"One or more initial conditions are given for each differential equation in the following exercises. Use the qualitative theory of autonomous differential equations (huh?) to sketch the graphs of the corresponding solutions. Include a yz-graph if one is not already provided. Always indicate the constant solutions on the ty-graph whether they are mentioned or not."

y' = 3 - 1/2y, y(0) - 4, y(0) = 8.

The solution:

Another Dimension Part Two

Sometimes I have to work very hard to make sure my professors, who I have never met and probably never will, know that I am taking my education Very Seriously. I have come to realize I am anomalous.

As you all know, I completely and totally did not understand my last homework assignment. I got a lot of laughs from your comments, which I posted on the original blog entry, but, alas, no assistance! :D

My Calculus professor called me last night. She said she realizes I am working hard on this course, and I really screwed up the homework. (She is blatantly honest with me, and I completely appreciate it!) Instead of sending me an email to have me try to work through it again, she arranged a time to call me to explain the assignment in detail so I can get a complete understanding before I move on. She is going to call me this evening to explain it.

WHOO HOO!

It's good to know that, when I have exhausted all my options, I still can have help. I might just pass this course yet!

JT said...
The force is strong with you. Yes, it is. :)

Serena said...
This is because my brother is Obiwan!

NOW We're Talkin'!

"I shouldn’t have to start each Christmas morning with a needle nose pliers and wire cutters."

JEFFREY P. BEZOS, the Amazon founder and a supporter of easy-to-open packaging.

NYTimes.com, 11/15/08 Quotation of the Day

I cannot TELL you how frustrating it is to try to get the packages open...the twist ties, tape, little practically invisible rubber bands, black plastic strips that everything winds through, tiny screws and even glue, all of this inside a plastic sealed package that an ordinary pair of scissors cannot cut through. I have stabbed myself, cut myself, and even broken a pair of wire cutters trying to get Ian's gifts open. Packaging has become more and more ridiculous as time has gone on.

I have resorted to getting the presents open before I wrap them, just to avoid all the frustration on a morning that should be Fun! I hope Mr. Bezos can pull this off!

The link to the New York Times article about packaging is here. You may need to sign up for an on-line New York Times account, but it's free. And it's a great article.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

I think I've Entered Another Dimension?

Here are my instructions:

"One or more initial conditions are given for each differential equation in the following exercises. Use the qualitative theory of autonomous differential equations (huh?) to sketch the graphs of the corresponding solutions. Include a yz-graph if one is not already provided. Always indicate the constant solutions on the ty-graph whether they are mentioned or not."

y' = 3 - 1/2y, y(0) - 4, y(0) = 8.

I'm sending out a plea for assistance. Begging, really. I am not ashamed. :D

For some reason, the y-axis is replaced by the z-axis, the x-axis is replaced by the y-axis, and the x-axis itself is nowhere to be found. And according to the answer in the back of the book, the graph on the yz-axis looks different from the graph on the ty-axis, where the y-axis is back to being itself again and the x-axis is really a t-axis.

Any ideas, anyone? Besides, "Begin drinking heavily"?

Jarett said...
I can't help. It's not written in any of the languages I speak.

Evil said...
My BA is Cultural Studies, Anthropology and Psychology. Sorry.

Serena said...
That's okay. I'll keep the "Psychology" part in mind for when this course completely drives me 'round the bend!

Lisa said...
Trust me, you do NOT want me to help and I am sorry to say I don't know anyone. Good luck in your search, though!

Serena said...
Thank you!

Jackie said...
I am not ashamed to say that I could not be able to help you in any way. And good luck w/ that.

Serena said...
Yeah. It appears I need all the help I can get!

Kurt said...
I got your note and you have my sympathy. I used to be pretty good at this stuff, but that was 20 years ago. I tried to refresh my memory on this stuff online and I just couldn’t recall how to do this. You must have some class notes that could help.

Serena said...
Unfortunately, no. I'm taking the class on-line, and there are no class notes or lectures or anything. It's just me and the textbook. I really appreciate your offer, though. I even got in touch with two of my high school math teachers, and they weren't able to help, either.

Joe said...
Change your major.

Serena said...
That thought keeps crossing my mind. Didn't I pick a great time to enter the world of finance?

Eileen said...
Calculus! I give you a lot of credit. I stopped helping the kids in middle school with Math. LOL!

Obiwan said...
The z-axis is 'yaw'. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_dynamics. Excellent footage of crosswinds landings on http://www.youtube.com/. Just type in 'landing in crosswinds' in the search bar.

Jeff said...
Forget about wine... Looks like it's time to hit the 'good' stuff!

Serena said...
God help me. I'm totally screwed.

Jeff said...
Yup. Even HE can't help you now.
Is that a derivative?

Serena said...
Um, I don't think it's a derivative; I think I'm supposed to be graphing these without first solving the problem. There's rules. And I've never been good at following rules!

Jeff said...
LMAO! Must run in the family...

E.W.G. said...
This equals your homework problem.
http://i35.tinypic.com/259v1af.jpg

Serena said...
Perfect! :D

Friday, November 07, 2008

Birthday Shopping

Mommy, what do you want for your birthday?

This year I would like car mats. (The Aveo didn't come with car mats, can you believe it?)

Okay. I will get you car mats and matching earrings.

Thank you, baby.

I am not kidding. One of these days, not laughing is going to give me a hernia!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

President-Elect Barack Obama - It has a nice ring to it!

Every year, on Election Day, I make my way to my polling place and vote. I make sure I bring Ian with me.

We spoke this year about the importance of the presidential election, about trickery, lying and fear, but most of all, we talked about how important it is to do your homework.

What eight-year-old boy likes homework? Certainly not this one.

But by my example, seeing me hit internet sites, asking questions, watching the debates, asking more questions, reading different papers, hitting more internet sites, and asking even more questions, I hope to teach him that voting is not just a privilege. It is a duty and a responsibility, one to be taken very, very seriously.

Today, I am proud to be an American. We took a giant step away from our sordid past of bigotry, racism and tyranny. We spoke up and said, yes, we need change.

Throughout the course of the day, I heard many people express many of their fears, fears that the Republican party did a great job of sowing. I say to them, give President-Elect Barack Obama a chance. Have faith. More than 63 million voters cannot all be wrong. Sleep well.

He is not going to put our children in danger, leave our military unsupported, take away our second amendment right to bear arms, let our small businesses go under because of unfair business practices, send our jobs to Kenya, or let terrorists overrun our country. That is what the Republican party would have you believe. Open your minds. Do your homework, and make sure you look outside the box the Republican party has so carefully and relentlessly constructed around you. Use the Internet and feel free to check out what other countries are saying about us. Explore the world while you look for your answers. It is enlightening.

It will take a long time to overcome the damage, erosion, and destruction of our economy, and, indeed, our trust, that the past eight years of Rethuglican Rule has brought upon us. President-Elect Obama will not be able to overcome this overnight. Give him time.

President-Elect Obama worked hard to earn our votes, and will work hard to continue to earn our trust. Support him.

I woke up this morning, heard the news, and felt an overwhelming sense of relief and hope. We did good yesterday. We truly did.

In the words of Albert Einstein...

"May the conscience and the common sense of the peoples be awakened, so that we may reach a new stage in the life of nations, where people will look back on war as an incomprehensible aberration of their forefathers!"

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Peter Clay

My birthday is coming up; Hope's just passed. We used to go out partying for our birthdays. Too old for that now... :D

Sometimes my dreams take me back…

I woke up this morning remembering the days Hope and I went to see different bands on Friday and Saturday nights, and wondering what ever happened to Peter Clay.

One of our favorite bands consisted of friends of ours, Jimmy on lead guitar, Hal with lead vocals and rhythm guitar, Pete on bass guitar, and Charlie on drums.

Charlie could dance. I don’t mean line-dance; I mean Really dance. He could two-step anybody around a dance floor with no apparent effort. The funny thing about Charlie, though, was that the more he drank, the less he could keep time. Not a good thing in the drummer! He sure was fun, though.

Hal had a great voice, and it was obvious he loved to play. He was married to Heather, the most jealous and possessive woman I have ever met. If she called, Hal had to return her call within minutes, even if it meant he had to call for a break in the middle of a set. It was ridiculous, and I wonder if that marriage has lasted. I don’t remember ever seeing Hal laugh.

Jimmy was friendly. He drank little, talked little, played well, and pretty much kept to himself.

And then there was Pete. He seemed to be over 6’ tall, and the cowboy hat made him even taller. He was soft-spoken, and I never understood why he had a mike. He never used it. He would sit with us between sets, elbows on his knees, holding a beer in both hands, comfortable in his own skin. I worked with his daughter, Shawna, for a while, and I enjoyed his company those evenings, between sets, listening to music, just chatting about his kids and grandkids, work, trucks, shows, whatever. The adult conversation I don’t get enough of these days.

People move in and out of our lives all the time; some I miss, some I don’t. I wonder how Pete’s doing these days. He's one of the ones I miss.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Heavy sigh.

I was re-reading my last few entries, and realized the top three were basically funeral announcements. If I get anymore news like this real soon, I'm gonna need Prozac!

However, laughter is the best medicine, so, because winter is coming, and the temperature was in the 20s when I woke up this morning, here's some good ole Buffalo humor:

A UB student from downstate got lost in her car in a Buffalo blizzard. She remembered what her dad had once told her: 'If you ever get stuck in a snowstorm, wait for a snowplow and follow it.'

Pretty soon a snowplow came by and she started to follow it. She followed the plow for about 45 minutes. Finally the driver of the snowplow got out and asked what she was doing. She explained that her dad had told her that if she ever got stuck in the snow, to follow a plow.

The driver nodded and said, 'Well, I'm through with the Wegman's lot, now you can follow me over to Tops.'

Friday, October 31, 2008

More Sad News

Antonio Joseph Glokner

A service will be at 12:30 p.m. Wednesday, Oct. 22, 2008, in Willamette National Cemetery for Antonio Joseph Glokner, who died Oct. 19 at age 84.

Antonio Joseph Glokner was born May 31, 1924, in Jersey City, N.J. He served in the Army during World War II in Europe. He moved to Portland in 1954. He owned three locations of Tony's Crafts and Hobby for about 25 years. In 1957, he married Shirley Bixby; she died in 1997.

Survivors include his daughter, Ronni Reading; sons, Dennis Pyckowski and Tony Pyckowski; brother, John A.; and one grandchild.

Antonio was my Great Uncle Tone, a wonderful, wise man with a great sense of humor. I asked him one time how he ended up in Oregon. He said he had to stop there because he ran out of money. Then he met Shirley, and decided to stay.

Uncle Tone had macular degeneration. When I first met him in the late 90's, he had me stand beside him, while he looked straight ahead, so he could see me. He commented that I resembled his half-sister, Raquel, my namesake. She passed away in 1980, and I think of her often and miss her terribly to this day.

I came home this afternoon, opened my mail (I've got to stop doing that), and found I had received an invitation to a "Celebration of Life" in Memory of Antonio J. Glokner. He passed away on October 19, 2008. It took me completely by surprise, and the immediate, sharp and painful sense of loss took my breath away. Although I probably should have waited until I had stopped crying, I immediately called his daughter, Ronni, and asked what happened. He had lung cancer. It took him fast, and he was gone within weeks.

I loved him, and I will miss him. I wish I would have taken the opportunity to tell him so.

Playing with his Food

Here he is, wearing a cannoli.

I just do Not understand boys.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Rest In Peace

Mark G. Hirschorn, law firm senior partner

Mark G. Hirschorn of East Amherst, a senior partner with the law firm Siegel, Kelleher & Kahn, died Monday in the Center for Hospice & Palliative Care, Cheektowaga, after a long illness. He was 62.

Born in New York City, he received his bachelor’s degree from Hofstra University in 1968 and his law degree from the University at Buffalo in 1971.

The next year, he joined Siegel, Kelleher & Kahn, where he eventually became partner, specializing in matrimonial law.

Mr. Hirschorn was a past chairman of the matrimonial and family law committee of the Buffalo Bar Association, served on the Executive Committee of the Family Law Section of the New York State Bar Association and lectured in matrimonial bar seminars. He has been listed in every edition of “Best Lawyers in America.”

He was a member of the board of managers of the New York Chapter of the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers. He also served in the Army Reserve, attaining the rank of captain.

Surviving are his wife of 38 years, the former Babette Oehlbert; a daughter, Valerie Frank; a son, Daniel; and a sister, Phyllis Goldberg.

Services will be at 2 p. m. Thursday in Temple Beth Am, 4660 Sheridan Drive, Amherst.


A couple months ago, a memo went around the firm asking if anyone would be willing to donate platelets to Mark, as he had reached a stage in his illness where he needed daily infusions of platelets to survive. A few of us donated platelets at Roswell to help out. Even though the nurses at Roswell are friendly, cheerful and caring, I never want to have reason to be admitted there. My heart went out to Mark and his family.

Even though I have been with the firm for over two years, I only met Mark once. What he said to me will stay with me for a long time. I was having an extremely busy day at work when I first started with the firm, and I somehow let the day go by without taking a break for lunch. He cautioned me to never let that happen again. "There is always time to take care of yourself. Make the time." A wise man.

I went to the service today, the first time I had been in a synagogue. The service was beautiful, a poignant mix of blessings, laughter and tears. Mark will be fondly remembered and sorely missed by many.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Sad News

Anne George

Anne George, of Niagara Falls, NY, entered into rest Sunday, October 19, 2008. Born September 12, 1927 in Niagara Falls, she was the daughter of the late George and Alice Atamian. Anne enjoyed bingo and going to the casino. Mother of Harry F. (Hope) George of Lockport. Grandmother of Sheri (Kyle) Durkin of North Carolina, Anthony George of Niagara Falls, Lynda Malcomb and Patricia Haubrich, both of Lockport. Great-grandmother of Kyle Durkin, Jr. of North Carolina. Sister of Suren Atamian of Niagara Falls and the late Leo and Harry Atamian. Anne is also survived by several nieces and nephews.

Anne was my best friend Hope's mother-in-law. I met her a couple years ago at a family Christmas dinner. She was recovering from lung cancer at the time, and we had our fingers crossed that her health would improve. It was not to be.

Anne loved going to the casino, both for the gambling and the food (but mostly the gambling) :-) She had a great laugh. She was a proud woman who hated asking for help, even as she became more and more ill. Hope cared for her during the last days of her life, even administering her morphine to ease her pain.

I am truly sorry for their loss. Knowing it is coming doesn't make it easier.

The Phillies win the World Series!!!

I thank Joe from the bottom of my pancreas for letting Ian and me borrow his converter box so we could get channel 29. (That's deep thanks.)

A Philly fan from WAAAY back, Hope is walking on sunshine. She remembers cutting school to see the Phillies take the Series in 1980.

Here's the story:

http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20081028&content_id=3650793&vkey=recap&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb

And now, I'm going to bed!

I hate politics.

I received an email from a member of my family today about the upcoming election. She wrote:

"Tom Bauerle on WBEN was just talking about the association between Obama and Hitler. I'm not alone here. Hopefully more people will look into things. Obama won't even produce his original birth certificate to prove he wasn't born in Kenya (to be President of the USA you MUST be born in the US). And he lied on his bar exam that he never used an alias (he used one twice during the Weatherman era). And why did he use an Indonisian passport in the 1980s to go to the middle east - why didn't he have an American passport? Why does it sound like I'm being racist because I see what is happening here? Think about this and do a little homework - prove me wrong here and I'll switch my vote. (maybe)"

So here's my homework, which I've been doing all along, and consists of information that I've reviewed over the past few months, not all of which I emailed to her. I figure she can do without sarcasm. :)

Regarding Obama producing his original birth certificate, he did. See:

http://www.factcheck.org/askfactcheck/has_obamas_birth_certificate_been_disclosed.html

It’s high time that particular lie was laid to rest.

Concerning Obama's citizenship versus alleged citizenship in Kenya, that started with an article in the Rocky Mountain News that was incorrect. The paper removed the incorrect information and the editor publicly apologized, but that didn't stop the Internet rumors challenging Obama's eligibility to become President. See:

http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2008/aug/06/things-you-might-not-know-about-barack-obama/?partner=yahoo_headlines

http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2008/aug/15/eight-word-gaffe-ripples-across-web/

More information can be found at:
www.factcheck.org, The British Nationality Act, 1948. 1948. 24 August 2008 and "The Constitution of Kenya." 1963 (revised, 2001). The Parliament of Kenya. 24 August 2008.

Concerning Obama using an alias during the Weatherman era, Obama was eight years old then. I can't locate any information on what alias this eight-year-old boy was using. (Ian, who is now 8, has started to ask people to call him Michael, after Uncle Michael, which is not Ian's legal name. I highly doubt it is either malicious or deceitful. He just loves his Unko Myko. I guess Heaven forbid he ever runs for President.) See:

http://blackamericans.com/blogs/news/archive/2008/10/06/palin-claims-obama-hangs-around-with-the-weathermen-only-one-problem-when-the-weathermen-were-active-obama-was-8-years-old.aspx

There is also an interesting blog entry at:

http://www.eons.com/blogs/entry/1151889

Concerning Ayers, who, from what I understand, is now living a somewhat respectable life in Chicago:

"...nobody died as a result of bombings in which Ayers said he participated as part of the Weather Underground, at the New York City Police Headquarters in 1970, in a men's lavatory in the Capitol building in 1971 and in a women's restroom in the Pentagon in 1972. The deaths to which [Hillary] Clinton (in the Clinton-Obama debate) referred were of three Weather Underground members who died when their own "bomb factory" exploded in a Greenwich Village townhouse on March 6, 1970. Ayers was not present. Also, two police officers were murdered in connection with the robbery of a Brinks armored car by Weather Underground members in 1981. That was about a year after Ayers had turned himself in and after all charges against him had been dropped (emphasis added)."

http://www.factcheck.org/elections-2008/taking_liberties_in_philadelphia.html

Are we to forever hold against people the actions they took in their past? If so, I, for one, am doomed.

Concerning the word alias. It is defined by Merriam-Webster as "otherwise known as". A different definition is found at http://dictionary.die.net/alias which shows an alias could be a 'false name'. My name is Serena. I am otherwise known as Kelly. I have also, throughout the course of my lifetime, been called See, Raquel, and Rocky, along with a whole mess of rather uncomplimentary names by Ian's father. If I was asked if I ever used an alias, with the connotation of using a 'false name', I would answer no. I've had a ton of nicknames and things people have affectionately (or otherwise) called me over the years, and none of them would I consider a 'false name'. I simply cannot find any information pertaining to the aliases Obama allegedly used. I'm not saying he didn't, I'm simply saying I can't find any unbiased information concerning this issue.

I'm sick of the mud-slinging and the spin. They ALL lie. I can't make any comment about Hitler. He was before my time. I wonder, though, if McCain were as charismatic as Obama, would we be comparing him to Hitler also? Or would that be 'different'?

If the concern is Obama’s charisma and his ability to excite the crowds he speaks to, perhaps it is because he talks about fixing things we need fixed, and by ‘we’, I mean people in my financial situation, people in my life situation. I’m a single mom, working full-time while carrying a full-time course schedule to get my education, carrying more debt than is even remotely healthy, and worrying what the future holds for my prodigy. People in my situation NEED better healthcare, NEED to stop pouring money into the wars overseas, NEED secure jobs, and taxes, well, that's another issue.

McCain said that Obama "has voted 94 times to either increase your taxes or against tax cuts." First, that's still wrong. Second, if we use McCain's standards and look at his own record, McCain has voted 477 times to either increase taxes or against tax cuts. Interesting, no? Find the well-researched blog entry here: http://mitabor.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-mendacity.html. Obama is proposing tax cuts for 95 percent of families with children. Only families with more than $250,000 annual income would see an increase. More info here:

http://www.factcheck.org/elections-2008/spread_the_tax_hooey.html

Should we even mention the price of gas? It was, what, $1.59 when Bush took office? Of course, the fact that the price of gas went up probably has nothing to do with the fact that we have an oil family with his oil friends in the White House. Pure coincidence, there.

We have differences in opinion.

I believe, no matter who becomes our next President, the economic mess our country is in will not be able to be fixed in four years. And each party will be mud-slinging at the other while campaigning for the next Presidential election for their failure to be able to mend the failing economy. UGH! Times have been getting tougher for a while now, and I don't think the end is in sight. I listened to the debates, watch the news, listen to NPR, and read the Wall Street Journal daily. I think Obama has the better plan.

I love my country. For the past eight years, though, I have had serious issues with how the Republican President has run things. Four years ago, when Kerry was running for President, I opined that I didn’t think our economy could stand another four years of Republican policy. Judging by the state of the economy, I was right. And I still don't think this country can survive four more years of Republican policy. My finances sure can't.

I respect the fact that there are those that disagree with me. Expressing my point of view is my constitutional right, as well as my right to vote for the person I think will do the best job of running this country.

As they say, Heaven help him. I sure wouldn't want his job.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Ian's Birthday


This year, for his birthday, Ian wanted a Lasertron party (to the tune of $200) and a Nintendo DS. Finances being what they are, I told him I can do one or the other, but not both. He chose the Nintendo. Because he decided against a party, I told him he could invite two of his buddies over for ice cream. Here are Christopher, Mario and Ian playing with his new toy. I have no idea what it's called, but it's a stick figure in a box.

Leave Me Alone - I'm Busy!

Today is Saturday. I have Angel Food Ministries pick up sometime this morning.

Ian is having a few of his buddies over for his birthday ice cream this afternoon.

At 5:00, I have to get him to Aikido for their Halloween party.

While he's at the Halloween party, I have to re-do my Calculus homework (the professor called me - every single one of my 20 problems was wrong again... I forgot about U substitution. She laughed and gave me a second chance, for which I am grateful!).

Sunday morning I have a Calculus exam, in the afternoon I have to take Ian to his grandparents in Niagara Falls for ice cream.

Sometime in between all of this I MUST do laundry, or we'll be running around naked next week.

Of course, I also have to complete two more chapters in theater, one in Marketing and one in Business Finance, all before Monday at midnight.

Then Tuesday evening, Ian's actual birthday, my Aunt Marlene (in Elma) is having us over for pizza and ice cream.

Oh - and I have to bake cupcakes for his class for Tuesday.

I keep telling Ian, I Am Amazing! Maybe someday, we'll believe me. Right now, I'm just exhausted! And Joe thinks I should be dating again?

WHEN?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Bobbing for Donuts


Shortly before Halloween, we were invited to a shindig at a local church for a Halloween party. This was Ian's favorite game. The goal was to eat the donut without it falling off the string, and without using your hands. He won. :D

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Horoscope

For some reason, I have a daily horoscope on my yahoo.com page. I had to laugh. My chinese horoscope says, "At least you have your health."

How encouraging!

And there are people out there that take this stuff seriously...

Orion


Orion is noticably high in the night sky again. Winter is coming!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Cheater!

Right at this very moment, when he thinks I am not paying attention to him at 7 in the morning, he is sneaking using my graphing calculator to do his math homework. Unbelieveable!

Do I yell at him for cheating, or do I just shut up and secretly admire him for figuring out how to use the graphing calculator?

Both.

JT said...
Just remind him that if the battery is dead then what?? ;) Counting on your toes during a Calc exam does not work too well, from my experience. lol

Serena said...
Shoot. Now you tell me. :D

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Joe can COOK!

Last night I was on the phone with my calculus professor (I'm practically sleeping with the textbook these days) when Joe knocked and said I had first dibs on leftovers. He made Pasta Carbonara, and I had it for lunch today.

It's amazing! I have GOT to have him teach me how to make it. He puts eggs in it, but they don't scramble somehow. With my luck, he'll move before I get any lessons, and I'll have to go back to eating the same old boring stuff again.

He teases me about being able to cook only mac and cheese. Little does he know I also learned how to make sangria. What more does a gal need?

:D

Saturday, October 18, 2008

A Night Off

Ian went to a Halloween party, and they turned it into a sleepover. I have a night off, and I have no idea what to do with myself.

Good heavens ... a dull moment! I've needed one of these for a while now.

Michael said...
A NIGHT OFF! BRING ON THE CHIPPENDALES!!!!!

Serena said...
Ugh. They look too gay. I'm thinking a grown-up movie, perhaps. I have "Good Will Hunting" on DVD and I've never seen it. Rated R. I'm living on the edge!

Friday, October 17, 2008

The McCains


My brother finds some great stuff on the 'net!
More political comics. Ted Rall is an independent so both sides get skewered. Just hit the back arrow and explore his previous toons.
Serena said...
What a riot! Too true to be funny, some of them.

Bonding over Bikes




There goes the neighborhood!


Just kidding. :D


They are great guys who can always be counted on to make me smile. And they are wonderful to Ian, which is what really matters to me.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Out? What do you mean, Out?

So my neighbor has decided that I need to get out of the house, get some grown-up time, see a movie that isn't produced by Disney, have something for dinner besides mac & cheese.

I am so completely uncomfortable with this it's not funny, which, of course, makes him dig his heels in more to get me out of the house. (Look. It took me 7 years to talk to the people across the street. It took me 1 1/2 years to talk to Joe at Marco's. In the eight years I've lived here, I've spoken with the guy in the house next door exactly twice. I'm really not that good at the talking-with-people-I-don't-know-very-well thing. To which my neighbor Joe replies, "There's medication for that, you know." Smart-alec kid.) :D

I made the mistake of saying I really don't like to go out alone (who does?), so he has taken it upon himself to get a certain somebody to take me out.

Never a dull moment.

What I'd really like is to sit on my couch wrapped in a blanket watching re-runs. I've got old Star Trek DVDs coming from Blockbuster in a couple weeks when they move up my queue. All I need is a glass of wine, and I'll be all set.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Grandma Mary

I got home about 8 tonight, grabbed my mail, and found I had received a card from Mary, Ian's paternal grandmother. She misplaced my cell phone number and wanted me to call.

(I recently had my land line disconnected. I was paying $25 a month for a dial tone. Who needs that?)

We talked about Ian's birthday coming up and his wish list, and then she told me she needed to give me sad news.

She was diagnosed with ALS.

Funny thing about bombs. Whether you loft them in gently or just let 'em fall, the effect is the same. I needed to sit down.

I'm going to have to tell Ian sometime. I think I'm going to wait until it becomes more obvious that something is wrong. Right now, I'm going to send him to bed and have a good cry.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Not Customer Friendly.

Ian and I went for a walk to the neighborhood RiteAid to get his disposable cameras developed and purchase some odds and ends. We were standing at the unattended photo counter when Ian suddenly said he had to use the bathroom.

It wasn't malicious or planned. It happens to children all the time, as anyone who has kids or has watched kids knows.

We went to the back of the store and asked to use the restroom. We were told by the two women standing near the rear of the store that they don't have one. I said, "That's ridiculous! Of course you have one." And we were then told that yes, they do have a restroom, but they cannot let us use it. "It's too dangerous." I was floored.

Too dangerous to let a child use the restroom? What on earth are they keeping in there?

Maybe there really is a good reason using the bathroom is dangerous. Perhaps the bathroom area is surrounded by stock that is stacked precariously or some other dangerous condition exists in the area of the bathroom. If it's dangerous for the customer, wouldn't it follow that it would be dangerous for the employees? Wonder what OSHA would say about that. Or perhaps they want customers to shop there but just do not care about customers' needs.

I figure it this way, though. If the restroom is too dangerous to use, the store must be also.

There are plenty of other stores out there that are customer-friendly in case of emergency. CVS and Walgreens have both let Ian use the restroom when he has needed to. And it may not make a bit of difference in their bottom line, but RiteAid loses my business.

Michael said...
The next time you pull into a store lot and see a young boy pissing on the side of the building, you now have a different way of thinking of it.

Serena said...
That's for sure! Next time it will probably be my little boy. We ended up running back to Marco's to he could use the restroom there, but we won't always be able to count on having a friendly place nearby!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

MT-176 Survey Calculus II

Calculus is killing me. I spent all day yesterday and all day today working on integration by substitution of sin, cos and tan, and out of the 100 plus problems I did, I've got one right.

I have a tension headache like you would not believe...

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Love and Marriage

Boy Child is trying to marry me off.

I want a DAD!

Honey, it's not that easy.

Why not? All you have to do is kiss and then you fall in love and then you're married!

No, honey. It's not like that.

Sure it is! Here! You can marry HIM! (points to Alex Trebek on Jeopardy)

No. He's already married. You can't marry somebody who is already married.

Well, you got to marry somebody. I want a DAD!

I'll work on it. Later. (much, much later)

He's been selecting people for me to marry for a couple months now. I have no idea how to handle this one... hopefully it's just a phase?

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

I'm turning off the debate.

It seems to me neither of them can answer a question with a straight answer.

An internet question asked the candidates what sacrifices they would ask of the American people. McCain starts talking about saving taxpayers money and cutting government programs. Obama at least gave an answer that answered the question - Americans need to start thinking about saving energy - and proceeded to plug his energy reform idea.

I am left with the feeling that spin is in the air. After working all day, then bending my mind around Calculus for three solid hours, I'm too tired this evening to listen to it.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Your Diet? Forgetaboutit!

2815 Elmwood Avenue, Kenmore, New York


Every day I learn something new. Some days are MUCH better than others!

Marco’s Italian Deli has cannolis that are TO DIE FOR. Crunchy tubes of something really good filled with ricotta cheese mixed with heaven topped off with chocolate chips and confectioner's sugar - rub-'em-on-your-hips-'cause-that's-where-they're-going Good. I'd never had a cannoli before. I'm completely hooked.

(Of course, that's not the only thing on the menu. It's just the most important.)

The food is good and reasonably priced. Mama Maryann makes soups that are so good, your very soul is fed. The sangwiches are great - my favorite is the Sammy the Bull (a roast beef sub with horseradish mayo). I get the "Bite Me" size because a full size is too much for me to eat.

Take out or dine in, service is always with a smile from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. Monday through Saturday. Mangia!

Growing Pains

Mom! I grew out of my Seattle hat!

What Seattle hat?

You know! The black one like Unko Miko's! I gotta email him! (big urgency)

Honey, he knows you're growing.

Yeah, but he's gotta get me another one! I need another one for my costume!

Well, when you email him, you better tell him what size the cap is.

It's not a cap. It's a hat. A black one. He'll know. Unko Miko knows everything.

No, honey, he won't know. He needs to know how big your head is. Where is your Seattle cap?

I can't find it! But Unko Miko will know.

No, honey, he isn't going to know how big your head is! How long has it been since he's seen you? You've grown!

But Mommy, (whimper) he'll know, he always knows!

How about we measure your head and you can tell Unko Miko how big your head is?

Okay!

At this point he makes a mad dash up the stairs. I hear rustling, a crash, and then he comes flying back down the stairs...
with a yard stick.
One of these days, not laughing is going to give me a hernia.
Sooo, Mike? Ian is going to email you and I hope he is being polite and using his manners in spite of his urgency. He was typing like crazy and hit 'send' before I could read it.
JT said...
That's my dad! :)
Serena said...
a/k/a Obiwan! Let's face it. Who else can I call when I have car trouble and get immediate help - from clear across the country? "Go get a rag, a flashlight and a screwdriver." :D My neighbor still talks about it!

Friday, October 03, 2008

Light Bulbs

Light bulbs have pushed me RIGHT OVER THE EDGE.

The bulb in my kitchen blew. No problem. I go up to my linen closet only to discover that I used the last of the light bulbs that Christopher bought for me probably, oh, three or four years ago. Still no problem. I should have saved the package, but I am a woman of reasonable intelligence. I will go to the store and buy my own darn light bulbs.

Problem.

Have you been to the light bulb aisle in the store lately? There’s day light, night light, soft light, soft white, extra soft white, electric, household electric, fluorescent, 3 way, compact, compact fluorescent, flame tip, general, vanity, 15 watt, 25 watt, 45 watt, 60 watt, 100 watt, 125 watt, track, flood, globe, frost, decorative, inside frost, natural, enhanced natural, clarity, and energy-saving.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I just want a light bulb for my kitchen. NONE of them say “for your kitchen”.

So I called my Dad. He said, “Just buy a standard light bulb. A 75 watter should do you.” Wise guy. Which one of the above choices is “standard”? And NONE of the boxes said 75!

I JUST WANT A LIGHT BULB FOR MY KITCHEN!

It's times like this I miss my brother the most. I can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

Maybe it's just time for me to get out for a couple hours. I think I will get a sitter, call Hope, and go throw darts someplace. Screw the light bulbs.

Michael said...
I was in Vegas lately, and it was very clear that every casino on the strip was trying to outdo all the others with "the most. The most size, the most lights, the most skimpy outfits on the girls, the most... You get the idea. All of this designed to attract the attention of wide-eyed tourists, and seduce them to empty their wallets.

Same with most everything in retail. Same with light bulbs.

"Soft" means there is a coating inside the lamp to help diffuse the outgoing light and prevent harsh, stark shadows... i.e. to create "soft" shadows. That is the current "standard" light bulb your dad was talking about.

Sidebar - In the name of energy conservation, there is a legislative push to outlaw incandescent lamps (the ones with a tungsten filament) in favor of fluorescent ones. The industry rightly claims that fluorescent lamps use less energy to produce the same amount of light. However, in my experience, fluorescent lamps do not last anywhere near as long as incandescent lamps unless you leave them on continuously. The on-off cycles seem to dramatically shorten the life of fluorescent lamps.

>day light For folks who dislike the yellow-orange color tint of “standard” incandescent lamps, these babies enhances the blue end of the spectrum.

>night light Very low wattage

>soft light Diffused for soft shadows

>soft white an early attempt at making the light look more like daylight

> household electric most likely for appliances, such as in your oven or fridge

>3 way For use in special lamp sockets that provide three lighting choices. If you don’t know what this is, you don’t own one.

>compact, compact fluorescent, Reduced size of the glass envelope for use in tight confines, such as the insoide of curio or china cabinets

>flame tip For living room chandeliers

>vanity For use around bathroom mirrors where there is no additional decorative glass to make it look pretty and diffuse the light.

>15 watt, 25 watt, 45 watt, 60 watt, 100 watt, 125 watt The lower the wattage, the dimmer the bulb.

>track With built in reflectors to channel light and heat down away from the ceiling.

>flood Light is directed into a general area by an internal reflector.

>globe A variation of Vanity.

>frost A variation of “soft”

>natural, enhanced natural Variations of full-spectrum lighting (enhanced blue end of the spectrum)

>clarity Marketing gimmick

>energy-saving. So they say. The best way to save energy on an incandescent lamp is to run it on a dimmer and NEVER turn the dimmer all the way up. Running the lamp at 90% power makes it last forever and uses less wattage.

As with everything else, you get what you pay for, so if you buy the very cheapest you can find, you will replace them more often. Stay in the middle of the road.

Good luck.

Serena said...
Good heavens. I'm going to need all the luck I can get!

Thank you, Obiwan. I've printed this out to take to the store as a 'cheat sheet'.

It's funny how this worked... There are certain things I have always, without fail, relied on the man in my life for. "Hey, Chris, I'm out of light bulbs and the kitchen light blew." "No problem. I'll grab some on my way over." And he does his guy thing in the guy store and comes home with exactly what I need. I never knew I didn't know how to buy light bulbs because I've never done it!

Never again. I'm going to tackle the extension cord aisle next. I am woman - hear me roar! (After, of course, initial whimpering over the magnitude of it all...) :D

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Palin Scares Me.

I read a blog entry about Palin's religious beliefs. Frightening, at best. So this was in the back of my mind when I was listening to NPR the other morning, and they were discussing the release of the candidate's medical records, and the rethuglican party is going to release Palin's medical records "soon. Very, very soon." I wondered if they are having trouble finding them...after all, do witch doctors, er, I mean, annointed healers, keep written records?

Then I watched the vice-presidential debate. I want a vice-president that can answer questions in relatively complete, grammatically correct sentences.

Is that too much to ask for?

Chains

As I'm sitting here typing, Ian has informed me that he wants a chain that he can tie around two of his belt loops to make a loop.

Why?

For decoration!

It reminds me of that Jeff Foxworthy red neck routine...

"If both your dog and your wallet are on a chain . . . you might be a Red Neck."

What's up with the chain thing? Does anyone have a clue? Please tell me this isn't another baggy-pants-with-your-underwear-showing type of fashion statement...

Shoelaces

Ian’s shoes are forever coming untied. He knows how to tie his shoes, but not tight, so the laces, more often than not, come undone.

Today, we were getting ready to leave Marco’s after Aikido and Ian’s shoe is untied, so I tell him to tie it. And he can’t because the laces are full of knots.

I asked him how this could happen. Remind me not to do that again.


Robert did it.

What do you mean, Robert did it?

He tied pencils to my shoes. And little pencil boxes.

Why did he do that?

He sneaked!

Wait a minute. He is tying pencils to your shoelaces, and you didn’t notice?

No! He SNEAKED!

I’m sitting on the floor trying to get the knots out of his laces, and Joe tried to get the real story out of him. He stuck to it, though.

Robert must be pretty amazing, to be able to tie pencils and pencil boxes to Ian’s shoes and not even be noticed.

I just do Not understand boys.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

I love my Aveo.

It's a great little car. I'm getting well over 30 miles to the gallon. Plus, it fits me! I can see over the dash AND reach the pedals AT THE SAME TIME. I like that in a car.

Ian also loves the car. Webkinz have taken up residence in the back seat, and Ian tells me they love the car, too.

The only thing I do not like about it, in fact, cannot stand about it, is that god-awful new car smell. UGH! It is nauseating. Ian and I went to Target and bought about six car air fresheners and cracked them all open. Now the car smells like polyurethane, glue and soap. I'm driving with the windows open. Hopefully it won't last long.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Good Thing Joe's Got a Sense of Humor

Aquarium alert!

First, you have to know that I often sit in the deli next door to Ian's Aikido dojo, Marco's Italian Deli, and do my homework while Ian takes class. The guy that puts up with me is Joe, but Ian, for the longest time and against all reason, believed Joe's name was REALLY Marco.

Ian has now decided on permanent names for his other two fish: Marco and Vinnie. Marco and Vinnie chase each other around the tank, while Ian sits in front of the tank pretending they are talking. "You wanna piece a me?" "Hey, leave me alone-a. I gotta maka my sangwiches!"

I feel like I've got The Godfather Fish Tank going on. Mr. Kahn, Marco and Vinnie. Joe would probably get a kick out of it.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Hook, Line and Sinker

At the dealership, I was telling the salesman what I wanted/needed in the car I was about to buy. I knew, from research, that the Aveo was available in either a 4-door sedan or a 5-door hatchback.

The saleman looked at me and said, "So, how many doors do you need?"

I looked at Ian, looked back at the salesman and said, "Really, I only need one. He can slide across the seat."

The salesman didn't miss a beat. "One it is, then! Or, even better, you could drop him in the sunroof!"

"Yeah! I'd have to stop feeding him, though, so he doesn't get too big."

"You're right." He looks at Ian and says, "And carbs put weight on you, so no more macaroni and cheese for you!"

Ian looked absolutely stricken. As we were biking home from the dealership, my beautiful little boy said, "Mommy, can we please get two doors on the car?" It was all I could do not to laugh. I said sure, and we left it at that.

A few days later, I picked up the car, and Ian was thrilled to discover it was the 5-door hatchback. Joe from the Deli asked him, "Hey! I thought it was supposed to have only 1 door! How'd you get your Mom to get all those doors?" Ian just grinned and said, "I don't know! She just did!"

He's going to need psychotherapy when he grows up, I just know it.

Friday, September 12, 2008

My Car Broke.

My poor, poor baby. The clutch finally had enough on Wednesday, when I actually made it home in second gear.


It needs the clutch kit and flywheel. The cheapest price I can get to have it fixed is $1500. In general, the car also needs a new power steering hose and valve gasket seal. Whatever those are, they are apparently leaking. I'll also need tires about mid-winter, they guestimate.


To get the car back to where I need it to drive, it will cost me about $2000, which includes tires. I've never replaced anything on this car besides the tires, so this is my first major repair. It is 11 years old, and has almost 100,000 miles on it. Everything on it is original.


Decision time. Should I put $2000 into a car that is, at best, worth $500? Kelly Blue Book value for this car is $690 for "fair" condition. If I repaired the car, and got into an accident tomorrow, I'd only get something like $250 from the insurance company. As my boss said, when I pondered this with him, it does not make good economic sense to put $2000 into an 11 year old car with 100,000 miles on it.


So I will take my money and put it down on a new car. I found one I really like, too. It reminds me of my last favorite car, a 1981 Citation, that died when I lived with my brother. I loved that car, and I cried my eyes out when the tow truck came to take it to Chevy Heaven.


Anyway, the Chevy Aveo is my choice. I test drove a bunch of cars, but the Aveo is the most comfortable for me, not only in price, but also in size. Here it is:

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Winter is Coming

It was 46 degrees when I left to bike to work this morning! Brrrr!!! I am NOT ready for this!

JT said...
Not missing that AT ALL... been nice here in the mid to upper 70's...:)

Serena said...
Rub it in, rub it in. I need to move somewhere warmer. Who'da thunk Seattle would qualify?

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Aquarium

Hope gave us a 7 gallon fish tank with a filter and heater. She said to start it with tropical fish.

On Friday, the senior partner at the law firm I work at, Dennis Kahn, came to Ian and asked what his plans for the weekend are. Ian responded that we were going to buy fish. He asked Ian, "If I give you some money, will you buy a great fish and name him Mr. Kahn?" Ian, of course, said, "Sure!" Here he is, our fish, Mr. Kahn:


There are actually three fish in the tank, but they move so quick, I had trouble getting a picture of them. They are Zebra Danios, a hardy fish that is good for starter tanks. Apparently bacteria has to build up in the tank (eeeuuuu) in order for the fish to live healthily.

I wonder what I've gotten myself into.

"Party Guy" - Sarah Vowell

An interesting opinion from the New York Times, September 7, 2008, concerning the presidential election:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/07/opinion/07vowell.html?ex=1378440000&en=f38dca75da3a2a4e&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Saturday, September 06, 2008

My Final Semester

The semester, my final semester at ECC, has begun. I am taking Calculus II, Business Finance, Marketing I, and Intro to Theater. I'm thinking the Theater course will be the most fun this semester.

With a little luck, I'll have my Associates in December. Provided, of course, that I can make it through Calculus. {heavy sigh!}

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Telling It Like It Is

This was originally posted in October of 2007, but I just ran across it, and thought it interesting.



Saturday, August 30, 2008

Family Picnic

Lani and Dad invited Ian and I out to their place for an afternoon of games followed by dinner on the gril. Here they are, with Ian and Justine (Cindee's daughter), playing with a huge frisbee.


It was a beautiful day! I'm glad we were welcome there.
Change is good!

Monday, August 25, 2008

HEEELLLLLLPPPPP!

I'm reviewing calculus in preparation for the semester to start on 9/2. There's no hope for me, I think. Can anyone help with this one? Liiike, Jehf, maybe? :D (Calvin and I have such faith in you.)

[antiderivative symbol] √(4-x) dx

I'm thinking it would be [antiderivative symbol] (4-x)^1/2 dx, but then do I use the formula [antiderivative symbol] x^r dx = (1/r+1) x^(r+1) + C?

I'm getting lost.

JT said...
I got (4-x)^3/2---------- + x3/2by the first rule of Anti-diff. (Anti symbol) x^n dx = x^n+1 divided by n+1 then + C. Hard to show here.. call or email with questions!

JT said...
CALL ME!!

Serena said...
I will - I'm just struggling with the time change. When you're getting home from work, we're heading for bed!

Calvin says hi, by the way. :D

Sunday, August 24, 2008

149 Days Left

"I try to go for longer runs, but it's tough around here at the White House on the outdoor track. It's sad that I can't run longer. It's one of the saddest things about the presidency."

- George W. Bush, interview with Runner's World, August 2002

Taken from my Bad President Calendar, August 24, 2008

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Check-Up

I had my 4-month blood pressure check today. I'm 'normal' and I've lost 15 pounds.

WHOO HOO!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Note to Self

Ian wants to know how fast the Earth spins, and he figures it's about 500 miles per hour, because when we are on the thruway doing 55 miles per hour, that's really fast, and the Earth moves faster.

I have to remember to show him this website:

http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/070312_earth_moves.html

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Cooperstown Bat Company

Our last stop was the Cooperstown Bat Company.


We planned it in time to see a bat-turning demonstration.





Hope and Harry bought the bat he made and will finish it where they work.

***


It is good to be home. I am glad to be single. After spending the weekend in the company of this "happily married couple", I am sure I will never marry again.

Separately, the two of them were fine. Together they drove each other nuts, or at least tried to, spent the weekend trying to get digs in each other (which Hope discussed with her sister, who explained it really isn't bickering, but is actually her putting him in his place, and someday I will choose, for one reason or another, to be in the same situation and will understand), and she wants to return to the 'no men, no kids, no phone' way of doing things and leave Ian home next time, too. I won't do it.

Ian loves Cooperstown so much, it would absolutely break his heart to be left home. Even if I could afford to hire someone to care for him for a long weekend so I could 'get away', I couldn't do it. He was well-behaved, well-mannered and happy. He, the pickiest eater on the planet, even ate his food without complaining. Why leave him home?

A final word on Ringwood Farms Campground... In the past, and one of the reasons why Hope and I revisit this campground every time we go to Cooperstown, is because the place was well-cared for. Grass was mowed, bathrooms were checked on daily, the laundry area was clean. I got the occasional mosquito bite, no big deal, but the campgrounds were attended to.

We arrived early Saturday afternoon and left Tuesday morning around 10 a.m. We spent the entire time with no paper towels in the bathroom and Monday/Tuesday with no toilet paper. The garbage was never emptied the entire time we were there, and the facilities were not checked on in general. The area for washing dishes was in the laundry room, which was obviously not cleaned or checked on. As Hope so aptly put it, "That place was disgusting. I came home and rewashed the dishes." So did I.

Hope and I walked down to the campground office a few times when we were there on Monday, but the office was locked with no number posted to reach whoever was in charge that day. When we checked in, the owner told us he couldn't keep up with the grass because of all the rain, which is understandable, but this year I got myself a nice bunch of chigger bites, which never happened to me before, mowed lawn or not. When we went to check out, the office was again locked, and there was no way to tell anyone we were leaving. I'm sure they've figured it out by now. However,

I think next year we will try a different campground.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The Fenimore Museum

Tuesday morning we broke camp.



At 10, we dropped Harry and Ian off at the closest golf course to play 9 holes while Hope and I visited The Fenimore Museum. They had an exhibit called "Gilded Lions and Jeweled Horses: The Synagogue to the Carousel", which I was particularly interested in. Hope enjoyed the furniture exhibit called "Gustav Stickley: The Enlightened Home", although the rest of the museum was, I think, torture for her. Ah, well. What are friends for?

The artwork, and the museum, were beautiful. I hurried through for Hope's sake, but I think next time I go to Cooperstown, I'm hitting the museum alone. :-)

Monday, August 04, 2008

The Farmers' Museum - A Working Farm

The Farmers' Museum is actually a working 1800's farm. They have people there that work the looms and make the uniforms for the employees.



The blacksmith makes the metal things that are sold in the museum shop and anything that is used around the museum. Here he is, demonstrating how to make a nail hook:



And here is a toaster:





They had old fashioned games:













The Empire State Carousel was in operation:







Ian got to milk a 'cow':








On display in the doctor's office:


A pill finisher in the pharmacy:





There is a working print shop where various invitations or whatever is needed is printed:


There is so much information packed into that museum, I could have taken a few hours to read everything.