2012 exits tonight



"My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near"

If I had to choose just one poet as my favorite it would be Robert Frost.  While scanning and sorting more photos I  found these photos of Uncle Carl with horse and primitive sleigh.   No identification of dates or place but I am thinking this is the late 30's or very early 1940's before World War II looking at Carl as a young guy here.  Where in Pennsylvania  who knows.  When I saw the horse drawn sleigh I thought of, no not Jingle Bells, but Frost's  "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" a poem I have used through my life for different events. I have put quotes from that poem with these photos, it seems to suit them, don't you agree?  One of my projects for the coming year  is to create my own greeting cards using thoughts, sayings, poems, reflections. 

What is that tied up into the tree behind the horse in the first photo?  A box?  For what?  A marker for the hunt, but I see nothing to confirm that and this looks like a wide open field,  new  snow or the last of it ?  So many questions and thoughts generate from just a couple photos. 

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.

 

"Promises to keep" the refrain that ends the poem was the theme I used for my Business and Professional Women's presidency year back in the 70's in California.  It's an appropriate refrain for life, much to do and press on, "...we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep."  The political leaders of this country would do well to read and understand that refrain. 

Now  in moving to the New Year which will happen  quietly here for the two of us, we have no desire  to be out and about on this of all nights.  Jerry laughs, "It's the worst of nights, too many amateur drunks out there."  The warm comfort of our home suits us just fine.  There is much to be said about contentment.  Truly I do not think I have seen a  midnight hour since I don't know when, my eyelids will not stay open that long, so tonight will be no different.  Tomorrow is the Rose Parade and bowl games, we here on the Wisconsin border will be rooting for Wisconsin in the Bowl and watching with interest,  Monty Ball, Wisconsin Badger go to guy and whom I say is my cousin.  Based on the DNA research that Ancestry.com has done for me I have 7th and 8th cousins all over, so who knows.  Somewhere in the Ball genealogy are many secrets.....This New Year's poem by Edgar Guest is a great way to close the old and welcome the new year.   Happy New Year to all of you.. 

Friends are the family we choose

A good blog  friend sent us the most lovely Christmas card, Bea,  yes you did, with a wonderful photo of a cardinal on a snowy branch. with handwritten lines, "friends are the family we choose."  So very true.   Here we are two empty nesters anticipating  more of the care free life and at a time when we  should be free of responsibilities tying us down.     I miss my old folks, or maybe it's that now I am the oldest survivor,  the family historian.  For whoever cares.  That's the point, hardly anyone does care. We have been thinking more and more about things in general this year and how to begin to really live our lives as we choose, not by obligations dictated by the needs of others.   Tomorrow is promised to no one. Good friends recently reminded us of that; another good friend  has suffered strokes and is now debilitated.  We have been blessed with good health.    



December  2012 Florence right seated, blue and gray
 in the SNF with Santa, the annual Christmas party.
For someone who will be 96 in January, not bad.  

 Our retirement move here from CA was to provide a better quality of  life for ourselves. However we had another problem, that remains with us, MIL,  who continues going rather strong physically just as she continues further along the dementia road at almost 96 .  Wherever we moved we had to bring her along and  at the time she still had a sister, aunt Marie living here so she was amenable to return  home to MN.

Florence in the middle uprooting  Jerry and his sister,  Dianne
from MN  for CA 1950

Jerry is a saint he deals with everything without any assistance only from me,  although he has two siblings, neither of whom are involved and neither of whom would be even if they lived closer.  In 1950, shortly after the sudden death of her mother and despite advice and pleadings to not do so, MIL  left MN with Jerry and his sister for CA , to  marry Lyman.   Jerry left CA  returning  to MN alone to live with his grandfather and then enlisted in the Air force at 17, stretching his age to enlist. After Lyman died in 1990, MIL became Jerry's responsibility. She has been one of those women having to be cared for, looked after by someone else all her life and it has worked for her.

Florence and Lyman their 25th anniversary in CA

My career in long term care along with my family gave me an abundance of expertise and experience yet it is tiresome.  Jerry's  full sister has been dead for several years but the other two, his halves, the  younger Larson children,  roll along merrily without any responsibility for their mother. I suspect if they think of anything, could be that they will not inherit the $$ they thought they would; it is being paid to the SNF which has enhanced our lives. Still it is the  overseeing, frequent check in visits, follow ups with medical issues, appointments, my doing laundry, keeping her in clothes, buying, and on it goes.  We have more freedom to travel today yet hesitated to plan too far ahead, the back of our minds nag,  "what if...."   It makes me laugh out loud when some of the "family" say that they would like to come to see her, but then they never give up any part of their lives or plans and so they merely chatter along.  So many excuses.

But slowly we are working through this trial just as  we have others in our lives. Today we booked a 20 day land tour and cruise package to Alaska for August 2013 John Hall's Alaska, the Klondike, the works.  It is expensive, but we are also looking forward to spending our  hard saved money while we can.  Here is the link to the tour package by a local MN company out of Lake City.  They will even babysit our car and take us to and from Minneapolis for the  connecting flight.  http://www.kissalaska.com/   Destined to become good friends,  that's what happens when you lack family, you choose friends. 

Our own plans are going to take first place, if we do not do this for ourselves,  there is no one else who will.  Besides all that, we deserve it in spades. It's a new attitude.  Make way for us.  This is our time of life,  our friends have assured us of this repeatedly.

Merry Christmas in Blogland 2012

1950 sign by Uncle Carl

Merry Christmas to all my blogland friends, followers and passers by.  Sometimes life gets in the way of blogging as it has here.  Despite my vows to keep things easy, and doing less this year, there is much that took up time which has rolled oh so merrily along.  I have had to be off blog, postponing  Sepia posts until later.  

The Noel sign is another done by my late Uncle Carl Konesky.  This year, as a present to ourselves coinciding with the Michael's framing sale we have framed several of his sketches from the late 1940's while he was attending art school.  (See my previous Sepia  post  this blog  on November 3,     http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6733427454505364336#editor/target=post;postID=1589432087801379346  This Christmas sign is the smaller version of a larger one he did for a local merchant, his mock up and I share with you for the sentiment of the season.  As soon as the last are framed, Carl will have his own gallery wall in the bedroom entry. 

The  funniest card we have received this year came from Chris, grandson of another late uncle John Irwin and because we both got such a laugh I scanned it so you can see it too.  This is the  kind of mindless activity that can happen if one does not pay attention and I know that all too well.  I don't think I will look at a hand dryer the same ever again and those who may find me chuckling  while air drying my hands at these will probably wonder what's with me. 

Laughter, memories and the many contacts from long time friends in the lives we lived long ago are the best of the season.  Hearing from longtime friends once a year makes the season bright.  Fondly exchanging gifts with friends afar and buying or making   something that we know will be  enjoyed brings holiday cheer.  It takes a little thought, a bit of perspective, recognition, recall, all those caring gestures that in the commercialism of the holiday seems to have ruined the effect for so many.  Nothing wrong with point and click ordering so long as there is thought put into it,not so, for "this."  

We chose to spend $$ generously on others who are appreciative.  I don't mean falling all over us but simple sincere prompt thank yous.  Besides the young hard working bar tender putting himself through the University by working and shoveling snow and mowing yards and not living at home but really out there on his own, the garbage collectors, the paper delivery people, the postal delivery woman, and a favorite waitress, we adopted  two veterans from our local Mosher Home and bought everything on their  wish lists, which were sparse and down to earth, Listerine, white socks and gift cards from Burger King.  

We were not  sure if we would be home or on the road over Christmas but here we are.  Likely for the best because the snow blew in sideways this week, coating all with that wintry white.  Had we been in Mobile, AL as thought we would have had a worse experience  as they had tornadoes.  All in good time, we will head south.  Texas is calling loudly. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and partridges in pear trees to fellow bloggers.  

Shoe trees on the Mississippi and season transition




Shoe trees along the Mississippi

  When we would visit  family here while we lived in CA, Jerry would call out, "shoe tree" as we passed by this grove of trees along Interstate 90.  I never paid much attention even though that was prior to having a smart phone or tablet to distract me while he drove.  

After  living  here all these years, I seldom pay any attention to these trees now, although they are spreading from what was a solitary tree to several.  Because they are unusual  and native to our area, at least we have never seen them elsewhere on our travels, I give you these La Crescent Shoe trees.  Another phenomena is the wide diversity of shoes, heels, boots and sizes now  adorning the  limbs, what began as tennis shoes has mutated into all styles, something for everyone.    These remain all year long, through rain, wind, snow, sleet and sun.  Less visible in the spring and summer when the trees are leafed out, they are starkly there when the trees are barren.  Likely some young individuals get a kick out of contributing to the blooming. 

 While our December weather continued  to be balmy on Saturday, I stopped to snap these photos of the shoe trees.  A cousin  going along the Interstate noticed us and called later to ask if my shoe shopping was successful.  

Close up of boots, styles, shoes, notice the Nike

Likely most people unfamiliar with our area or just passing through do not notice this native species.  There is a small turnout along this grove, but then  no other place to turn along the I 90, so likely if someone saw the shoes growing, they would scratch their head and wonder what they might have just seen?  It's a part of the river road!

The very next day we did not travel the interstate because winter arrived.  People who have lived here forever need reminders of snsnow driving techniques, lest they become ditchers.  If you follow me on Facebook you know that from these wintry wonderland photos.  The first snow of the season has arrived and we are all white.  The front rose garden has transitioned to white glow,  from this

to this

with the freshness of seasons changing dramatically.  OOps  I must retrieve that apple basket   autumnal garden flag...it has been blalmy for so long that I forgot it.

Look at the miniature Alberta Spruce to the left,  resembling
a woman wrapped in cloak and arms folded infront

The front bayberry bushes from this

To this

You have the gist of it, we are white and ready to enjoy the cleanness;
we are most fortunate here in the Coulee region, our streets and
roads are always  clear and we are not bound inside.  Unless we so choose to be. 

Squirrels three in the tree

While our unseasonably December  with green grass and the good weather holds, inspite of a cold bite to the wind, I like to get outside to walk, breathing in the cold crisp clean smelling  air.  So, Wednesday I walked a couple miles  up town to the post office, library and stopped for a short visit and back home again.   Along the way across 11th street as I  walked up the hill across the ball park,  I heard a  lot of noise like squeaks and creeks.  When I crossed the street I could tell it was coming from this tree, which you can see looks ill, greatly split and gashed as if it needs to be taken down.  I wondered if the tree was preparing to commit suicide and end itself right there in front of me.  I needn't have worried. 

A closer look made me laugh at the trio of squirrels who were inside, standing their ground and yet so loudly warning me to keep away, stay off, do not approach, halt right there!

Fortunately  I had my smart phone along to snap these  shots....if you look you can see the gray trio, two  departing up the  limb and one still inside.  They were so comical as these critters can be,  all atop each other, six beady eyes looking at me  and all chattering in protest, "We told you to stand back!"   This photo surprised me, what was that, look at the y of the  limb that is most right in the photo.  Is that another critter crawling away, a possum or hedgehog, could it be?  Maybe that's why they were so excited, it wasn't me after all..

Go on, study the photo more closely, it is just another limb indeed that has been  taken off or broken, but for a moment I thought I'd captured wildlife in action.  Appearances can be deceiving....we do not always see what we think it is at first glance. 

As I walked along, I created this little rhyme 
 
Squirrels, squirrels in the tree
Why are you so ticked at me?
I am merely walking by,
I  won't touch your nut supply.  

Squirrels,  three you chatter so,
Do you miss December snow?
Is it odd for you to see
Grass so  green beneath the tree?

Squirrel trio,  do not fret
There will be a winter yet.
Mother Nature will  soon blow
Icy northern air with snow. 

Squirrels up that limb so fast
Do not flee I'm almost past.
Store your nuts and hide them deep
All the winter yours to keep.

Sepia Saturday 154 Bridges

With a theme of bridges or waters it is easy for me to find photos from our travels over the years and others in family archives.  This got me to thinking and so I share the Capilano Suspension bridge  in North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada from our 1975 road trip.  That was the year we and friends journeyed from our northern  California homes  to the Calgary Stampede and along the way stopped at Glacier Park; we left our group after Calgary and  went west to Vancouver.  Steve was only 11 and we had a wonderful  three week adventure in our new   pick up truck cab over camper, we'd consider that primitive traveling accommodations  today but then it was the best we  knew of and we were also younger.   

I have always  had an aversion to bridges, don't know why, an unreasonable fear because I grew up in western Pennsylvania where there are bridges across all the rivers and going from place to place meant crossing on the bridges.   Today we live near the mighty Mississippi and my frequent LaCrosse journeys require my driving over the bridges, I still do not like them.  But bridges that I really fear are these so called simple suspension bridges, or for automobiles the open to no railings such as the Mackinaw Bridge we crossed in July this year.  

The Capilano Canyon Suspension bridge is advertised as the 8th wonder of the world, or it was in 1975.  The postcard to the left shows it up there,  230 feet above the  canyon and 450  feet long, or " 140 metres long and 70 metres above the river"  according to their website today. 

 Well to an eleven year old it was just the ticket, a challenge to  run across shouting, "no hands, Mom,  come on out and look" .  But to this mother,  who was  sure that something would snap, sending us all to a bloody demise below, it was a horror.  Jerry and Steve both went back and forth to assure me it was perfectly safe.  Hah!  They were different than me,  no way, the thing was obviously not stable, pedestrians pass another person by and there is a feeling of  the unsteadiness.  I only ventured a very few feet onto it so Jerry could take my picture.  So much for conquering my fears, baloney! 

This was years  before digital cameras, so these photos are fading and are difficult to identify the people up there on the bridge amidst the forest of fir and cedar trees that are thousands of years old.  You will see I am not a happy camper here.

1975  Jerry and Steve in the middle of the Capilano Bridge
They are the two tiny people in the middle behind the couple, closest.
I was taking this photo and recall refusing to get closer

Finally I ventured onto it,  about 5 feet, that is me holding onto
a wobbling rail for dear life, ready to cry as I recall
Steve is ahead of me saying, "Come on Mom you can do it."
He ended up coming to get me, holding my other hand and walking me
back to the mainland.  I was/am a wimp  with  such heights. 

.  From the website today I learned some history.  If you are interested you can link to the site and take their  tour.http://www.capbridge.com/our-story/history/    The Capilano bridge was built in 1889 by George Grant Mackay, a Scottish civil engineer and park commissioner for Vancouver.   The website  site has some excellent photos of him with  his cohorts.   It was originally made of hemp ropes with a deck of cedar planks, and was replaced with a wire cable bridge in 1903. In 1910 Edward Mahon purchased the Capilano Suspension Bridge. "Mac" MacEachran purchased the Bridge from Mahon in 1935 and invited local natives to place their totem poles  in the park, adding a native theme. In 1945, he sold the bridge to Henri Aubeneau.  The bridge was completely rebuilt in 1956.  So what we walked onto in 1975 was already 19 years old but how much worse it could have been back in the 1890's.  The park was sold to Nancy Stibbard, the current owner, in 1983. Annual attendance has since increased, and in May 2004, Treetops Adventures was opened. This new attraction consists of seven footbridges suspended between old-growth Douglas Fir trees on the west side of the canyon, forming a walkway up to 30 metres (98 ft) above the forest floor.  

This is the back of the brochure I found with our photos

  This week's prompt awakened reminiscing of those  long ago days along with a realization that I need to have the old photos scanned else they will fade away.  We had wonderful vacations back then,  we knew it then and we still do today. 

 I imagine there  are going to be many wonderful bridge photos shared this week.  Check out the Sepia site to browse the other responses to the prompt.  http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2012/11/sepia-saturday-154-1-december-2012.html

More Picksburg'ness Stillers

Heinz Pickle Pins

This ode came  from a hometown friend on email...and although I have seen it before, I wanted to post it here, so that the next time I want it I will know where to find it.  You have to be from that unique corner of the country, da' Burgh area to appreciate so much of this.  It always amuses me to share more about the terms and talk of  the area.  I have commented, the bold italics, after the phrase. Those of us cross country and round the world will always relate to Pittsburgh, even if our home town  is one of the nearby outliers. This does not look like an optimal year for  our "Stillers"  but we still hope...and wave our towels...

True Pittsburghers

Being a Steeler fan means so much more than football. It means being from a  corner of the world unlike any other. It means donning the black and gold and having the right getup for the game.

It means being from a place where the people are so tough-minded that they have  survived the Homestead strikes, the Johnstown flood and most recently the Etna  Floods. These people have the DNA of hard work, in mills and mines, without the necessity of complaint. They live simply, with no frills. They don't have movie  stars or fancy cars.

Instead, they have simple traditions like kielbasa, Kennywood, and celebrations, aka festivals and picnics, pronounced pitnik.

They live in distinctive neighborhoods like Polish Hill and the Hill  District and  all of the surrounding counties. These people are genuine.   They don't have chic internet cafes and cappuccinos, but they have The Original  Hot Dog joint, Primanti's, Eat n' Park and Iron City Beer (aka  by its initials, IC  but actually now even the Burgh has cappucinos, etc...)

People from  Pittsburgh don't have sunny beaches or fancy boats, but the rivers roll gently, connecting the small towns of people whose histories have been built on strength and  humility.

People from Pittsburgh don't have the biggest shopping malls or the best  nightclubs, but they'll take Friday night high school football and Steeler Sunday  over anything.  Well there is a big change  as country wide with malls and outlet stores and all manner of yuppie brand chain restaurants in the same.

Steeler football means so much more than you think. It symbolizes a Diaspora of  generations who had the best childhood they could imagine.

They ran free without a care or concern in the valleys of those Allegheny  Mountains.  Indeed we did run, bike walk all over the hills, few of us ever had our own car....

Their blue-collar world was easy ... there was no one to tell them  that they lacked material things. There was no one to tell them that  they needed more.

As the steel mills closed and the jobs disappeared, some of these people had to  leave. While the world benefits because they spread their Pittsburgh  values, they long for their home where things were simpler and more pure.  Our hometown area today is nothing like it was when we were growing up in the best of the times in the  50's and 60's.

 They teach their kids about Jack Lambert, Lynn Swann, Terry Bradshaw, Franco  Harris, Jack Ham, L.C. Greenwood, Joe Greene, and Myron Cope in hopes of   imparting not just the knowledge, but the feeling that they represented.

 They are everywhere, those Terrible Towels. They wave, not just for  the team, but  for the hearts they left behind.  They wave in living rooms in Fort Lauderdale and in the bars of  Washington , D.C. I have found them in Memphis at the bar b que where the owner Tony never forgot the 'Burgh.

 They wave all the way to the Seattle Superdome! They wave for the  Rooney family,  whose values mirror our own - loyalty, grit, and humility.

They wave for football players like Jerome Bettis and Hines Ward, whose  unselfishness and toughness have allowed sports to be about the game   and the team.  Even if you no longer live in the area, you have South Western Pennsylvania in  your blood no matter where you go.   And deep down in your heart of hearts, you can still hear the Super Bowls of  times past, the excitement in everyone's voices gathered round  the TV on Football Sundays!   It's more than  football, but its football at its finest! If you now live in Arizona, Colorado, Ohio, Indiana , California , Florida , Nevada, or Texas, be proud of where you  were born and who your FIRST favorite football team was!   Go Steelers   Picksburgh GO STILLERS! Ah yes! "Picksburgh"

Yunz (the only place in the world where you hear this word. I was in an airport in Atlanta years back when I heard a man say "yunz" and I said, "From da' Burgh?  To which he said, "How d'ja know?  I told him "yunz" gave him away...and he grinned. ) so  Yunz  is from the Picksburgh area or maybe you grew up there if:

1. You didn't have a spring break in high school.

 2. You walk carefully when it is "slippy" outside.

 3. You often go down to the "crick."

 4. You've told your children to "red up" their rooms.

 5. You can remember telling your little brother/sister to stop being so "nebby."

 6. You've gotten hurt by falling into a "jaggerbush".

7. Your mother or grandmother has been seen wearing a "babushka" on her head.

 8. You've "worshed" the clothes.

9. I ask you to hand me one of those "Gum-Bands" an' you actually know what I'm  talking about.

10. You know you can't drive too fast on the back roads, because of the deer.

 11. You know Beaver Valley, Turtle Crick, Mars, Slippery Rock, Green Tree and New Castle are names of towns. And you've been to most, if not all, of them.

 12. A girl walks up to three of her girl friends and says, "HEY, YINZ GUYS!"

13. You hear "you guyses" and don't think twice. Example: "yunz  guyses hause is  nice."

14. You know the three rivers by name and understand that "The Point"  isn't just  on a writing instrument.

15. Someone refers to "The Mon" or "The Yough" and you know exactly  what they're  talking about.

16. You remember the blizzard of 1993 (or 1976, or 1950, or 1939, or...) and  remember not being able to go outside because the snow was over your  head and you  would have suffocated.

 17. Someone starts the chant, "Here we go Still-ers!" and you join in. In the  proper cadence, waving the appropriately colored towel.

18. You drink pop, eat hoagies, love perogies and one of your favorite  sandwiches  actually has coleslaw and french fries ON it.

19. You know what a "still mill" is.

20. You expect temps in the winter to be record-breaking cold and temps in the  summer to be record-breaking hot.

21. You order "dippy eggs" in a restaurant and get exactly what you wanted.

22. You've been to the Braun's Bread Plant or Story Book Forest for a school  field trip. We went to the Heinz plant and the Isaly's plant for Cub Scouts..  Commentary: A bus ride to  the Heinz factory was an achievement of 6th grade.  We  would never have dreamed of what schools do today, bus trips to another state and flights to Hawaii from CA.  Doubt they will treasure that as much as we did the Heinz outing;   I still have my little old  pickle pin.  

H.J. Heinz, a marketing genius, developed the idea for the pickle pin at the 1893 Chicago World's Fair. In hopes of drawing attention to the company's second-floor display, Mr. Heinz hired a few local boys to scatter the fairgrounds with cards promising a "free gift" if visitors ventured upstairs to the Heinz booth. People climbed the stairs by the hundreds of thousands to the Heinz Co. exhibit, where they tasted samples of the company's many varieties and received a pickle charm.

  23. "Chipped ham" was always in your refrigerator when you was growin'up.  It's how you first ate barbque!  Isaly's was the very best.

24. When you call the dog or the kids you shout, "Kum-mere" and they come.


 Wonder how many of yinz guys actually understood all dat? Some folks just don't.

Pesky spammers at it again

My messy desktop computer area

We bloggers enjoy our online friends  and often make contacts we otherwise would not have had were it not for our readers and followers.  I removed word verification for current comments at the suggestion of fellow bloggers particularly those on Sepia Saturday but lately I am considering reinstalling that feature because, I am being pestered beyond my tolerance by spammers.  These clowns appear to be  from Turkey, Korea, Russia and God knows where; fortunately because they are focusing on long ago previously published posts on which publication of their solicitous comments requires my approval,  I simply mark them as spam and flush them into the delete land.   They always post anonymously inviting me to  link back,  yeah  that is not gonna' happen. I picture  them hacking away with their laptops or smart phones in some tacky Internet cafe.  There is even a Facebook site, something like Third World Internet Cafe, I saw when I began to think more about this annoyance.  How they happened here I do not know. 

A Google internet site somewhere in ??

Here is an example of  one of the comments from my spam filter today..."Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Favorite Stanley Kunitz Poem The Layers":      Terrific work! That is the type of information that should be shared round the net. Disgrace on Google for now not positioning this blish upper! Come on over and seek advice from my site . Thank you =)"   Usually they are comically misspelled.  Thankfully I am not craving attention and know to ignore these.  Those who may be drawn in are bound to experience problems with virus' and who knows what else. 

Consequently  I have resorted to setting aside some of my older posts as drafts to retitle and republish  later.  One or two seemed to be favored by spammers promoting or pushing cigarettes.  What a weird world, I detest smoking so it is ironic they would  try to link with me.  I wish that Blogger had the block feature or a blacklist as in email,  but it does not. 

I transferred one former book review written  in 2010 to my other blog, which has avoided  spammers.  Trouble is that book blog is avoiding followers too. Two sides to everything, attract followers  and tolerate spammers?

As with everything, there is some good  coming from this prompting me to get to the clean up work on previous posts.  It is revealing how I have progressed in my  blogging over the years, and in my opinion I have improved with inclusion of photos and labels.  Maturing at the keyboard is a good thing, it means I continue to learn.  I suppose I could  let this blog lie dormant and create another, but really prefer not to do so,  two are more than enough for me. Well besides online clean up I have  some physical tidying tasks awaiting me right here in this corner,  later of course. 

I find less time to sit at the keyboard, because while our weather continues to shine, I must be outside getting my laps around the track.  My chiropractic visit this week confirmed that it is not good to be sitting for long periods, giving thumbs up to  my fidgeting.  The chiropractor said, not good to sit for more than an hour, kind of like a church service, here is where the Catholics have it in spades, they are up and down and kneeling and standing, movement the life force is the way to be. 

 Is anyone else out there experiencing this plague of solicitous spammers and if so what  else to do?