June 3, 2022
There were lots of families and kids’ groups at the small local zoo today. Since the weather was perfect, I thought I’d walk around and practice with a new camera lens: Fujifilm 33mm F/1.4.
Photography Hobby – People at the Henry Vilas Zoo, Madison, Wisconsin
Photography Hobby: Late Winter at Stricker’s Pond, Madison, Wisconsin (March 15, 2022)
March 19, 2022
Now that March is halfway finished, I went out recently to try out a new lens. I haven’t done any photography during the winter months. I drove over to Stricker’s Pond in Madison, Wisconsin, less than two miles from my apartment.
In addition to a thawing pond, I took a few shots of grocery store flowers I had on the dining room table.
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Reacting to Images from Ukraine
March 16, 2022
Realization sets in. One sits and cries in the cold.
WHY? What have we done to deserve this?
What will happen to us?
People gather to rally in support of Ukraine. Berlin…Amsterdam…Chicago…millions from around the world stand together to march, shout, hold signs, wave flags, sing, and pray. The media is everywhere. It must be. The truth must be told.
So many desperate people. We have seen this before, many times over in different lands during the last hundred years. Truth is, this familiar story has been witnessed for thousands and thousands of years. Over and over and over.
What do we say to our children?
Please be safe. I love you so much but I am so scared.
Transportation is uncertain, so they walk. In most cases, it’s a long walk. It’s cold. The children are confused. With each step, a sigh that this will end soon. This isn’t right. This makes no sense. Is the world going to let this continue?
I don’t see apartment buildings in Wisconsin that look like this. It seems impossible, doesn’t it? Well, it isn’t.
Some people in Russia are trying to tell the truth and demand an end to the war. They keep at it, and I wonder how many protesters their jails can accommodate.
Another generation will grow up on the wings of fear, anger, bombs, blood and death.
When I think of President Zelensky, I think of him as a young boy…as a teenager…as an actor and comedian. How interesting that it is he, this inexperienced politician, leads his country in such a way that the heads of world leaders spin and the hearts of his fellow Ukrainians beat with pride and a fervor to save their democracy. I am in awe of that man, as are billions of others.
It is 8:30 p.m. on Wednesday evening, March 16, 2022. The war continues, and according to the news I hear, the goal of world leaders is to assist Ukraine as much as possible with military weapons, humanitarian assistance, and combat intelligence so that World War III can be avoided and nuclear weapons will not be used. Ok…but meanwhile?
I start each day with coffee and an update on the war. My eyes moisten with tears when I listen to Ukrainians tell their stories. Before going to sleep each evening, I listen to an end-of-day update and commentary. More moist eyes.
And then I go to sleep. I am warm. It is quiet. My elderly dog finds me and stretches himself along my right side.
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Wisconsin Time – The Supervisor We All Want
Friday, March 4, 2022
The other day, my cousin, Bob, and I went to Festival Foods, a Wisconsin based supermarket. It’s Bob’s go-to grocery store located near downtown Madison.
I picked up a few items and went to the checkout line. A nice lady scanned through my stuff, but paused when she picked up a bag holding two Russet potatoes. She seemed stumped.
The young man doing the bagging noticed her hesitancy and called the supervisor over. It was then I realized what was happening. The lady was a new employee and she was having a little difficulty with the computer checkout system.
The supervisor came over and provided assistance and an explanation, but not just in an ordinary way. These are days when businesses are desperate for new employees, so when you have a promising new employee, you treat her like family, right?
I could not resist getting out my phone and telling the ladies that I was going to take a picture.
Kudos to Pat, the supervisor we all want.
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WISCONSIN TIME: A Valentine Surprise
Thursday, February 17, 2022
I was expecting Valentine’s Day to come and go as easily as it has for so many decades. Sure, there are memories of a 10-year-old me bringing a decorated box to school to receive valentine cards from others, plus a stash of cards to insert into the boxes of each and every person in my class, including the teacher.
Other than that, Valentine’s Day, Schmalentine’s Day. I was never a fan. Even as a youngster, I knew that special tokens of friendship or love should be surprises, not scheduled events.
Well, I certainly had my Valentine’s Day surprise this year.
I took a friend to the University of Wisconsin Hospital and Clinics in Madison for some lab work. A lady in the waiting area told my friend which hallway was the right one, and as I seated myself she said, “I should know. I’ve been here lots of times over the past nine months.”
“Oh, really?” I responded.
She nodded. “Yeah. I had a double lung transplant nine months ago, so I come here a lot.”
My eyes got the size of saucers and my mouth fell open, but because of COVID mask wearing, she could not see how truly dumbfounded I looked.
“Oh my goodness!” I gushed. “A double lung transplant??? Nine months ago??? I am SO happy for you! That is amazing!”
She kept shaking her head yes, and I could tell there was a big smile behind her mask.
And THEN…a woman across the waiting room from us said that she, too, had had a double lung transplant. Hers was done two months ago.
“Really??” I practically screamed. “You, too? Awe…that is so fantastic. I am so happy for both of you ladies!” By this time I was on my feet looking from one to the other…wanting to hug each, but held back by COVID restrictions.
COVID restrictions or no COVID restrictions, they walked toward each other and hugged.
Grabbing my phone I asked, “Can I take a picture of you two ladies? I’ll send you a copy. With your permission, I’d like to share it on my blog. Both said, “Sure,” stood next to each other, and I snapped a photo.
On Valentine’s Day in 2022, I met Michelle S. and Sandy D., both recipients of double lung transplants. And I was in awe.
I was in awe mostly because despite a worldwide pandemic in 2020/2021, these two ladies received the superior medical expertise, and the follow-up care needed to give them new chapters in their life stories.
Kudos to the entire medical team at UW Hospital, and kudos to the family members and friends who have taken care of these lovely ladies during their recoveries. Also, a deep bow of gratitude to the families who approved the organ donations.
Both ladies received the picture I took of them. I sent it via email. That same day, one wrote to me and asked for the email address of the other. She wants to “keep in touch.”
I Am Absolutely Perfect, of course, and You Are, too!
I am not sure when it started, but I remember being surprised and delighted at first. I think I was at a restaurant ordering lunch, and I chose what seemed to be a basic cheeseburger with coleslaw on the side instead of fries.
“Perfect!” the young server proclaimed with a beaming smile.
Perfect? I asked myself as I smiled back. My choice was “perfect?” It’s just a cheeseburger, right? Or…maybe the burger part comes from a grass-fed Angus cow that was never given a drop of growth hormone or antibiotic. Maybe the cheddar comes from some high-end cheese maker in Wisconsin or Vermont. Maybe this burger is a local favorite and tourists are just unaware of how perfect it is. Ooooh! What if the bun is made of sourdough? Yum!
That was the beginning. From then on, it seemed that almost every time I ordered food at a restaurant, inquired about an air filter at a hardware store, chose new all-season tires, selected a local craft beer, or thanked someone for being helpful, three words kept surfacing: “perfect!” “absolutely!” and “of course!
For example: “I think I’ll have a glass of Riesling, please.”
Response: “Absolutely!”
Absolutely? With an exclamation mark? What happened to “okay” or “sure” or “alright?”
Or this: “Thanks for adding lemon to my water.”
Response: “Of course!”
Of course? Why not say “Sure” or “No problem?”
Here’s what I think happened. Restaurants and the retail industry in general decided that customers needed to feel more welcomed and “special.” If done right, that would lead to more five-star online ratings, generous tips, and repeat customers. Complimentary capitalism at its best.
Staff were trained to enhance their customer service vocabulary, and for a while, consumers like me smiled, felt kind of special, and likely tipped a bit more.
Then it took off. From McDonald’s drive-thru windows to five-star dining establishments…from department stores to specialty craft shops to big box stores…our requests and inquiries were routinely met with responses like “Perfect!” “Absolutely!” and/or “Of course!” They still are and it’s getting stale.
After a recent doctor’s appointment, I had to schedule a follow-up visit.
“So, are we seeing you again soon?” I was asked.
“I need to schedule an appointment for early February.”
“Of course! What day of the week is best for you?”
“I’m retired, so my schedule is quite open.”
“Perfect! Do you prefer early morning or a bit later…in the afternoon sometime?”
“Probably any time after 9 a.m. would work. I like time for morning coffee.”
“Absolutely! How about 9:30 on Thursday, February 3rd?”
“Sure. That works.”
“Perfect!”
Yeah…that’s me. Absolutely perfect in my choices of food, wine, beer, air filters, tires, and now dates for doctor appointments.
It’s probably just me being a Boomer, but after a few years of hearing words like “perfect,” “absolutely,” and “of course” used with exclamation marks everywhere, I just grit my teeth now, probably much like my parents and grandparents did when they had to listen to everything being “groovy” and “far out.”
Let’s move on, especially from the overuse of “perfect” and “absolutely.” When used so often with so little genuine meaning or sincerity, they now feel cliché and trite.
“Okay.”
“Sure”
“Yes”
“Alright”
“You’re welcome”
The simplicity of these words feels good. They make me feel special enough.
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Photography Hobby – Olbrich Botanical Gardens, Madison, Wisconsin
September 12, 2021
In late July I visited Olbrich Botanical Gardens with some family members. These photos were taken with my Samsung S20 Ultra.
Olbrich Botanical Gardens is a must see for anyone visiting the Madison, Wisconsin area.
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Wisconsin Time – First 36 Days in Middleton
Sunday, September 5, 2021
This is what August first looked like:
Thirty-five days later I can say that all boxes have been unpacked, broken down, and placed in recycling bins. I became very familiar with the apartment elevator which took me from the first floor down to the underground parking area which is where the trash/recycling room is located. Fortunately, there are carts which residents use to transport trash, recycling, groceries, and large packages.
Now it’s just a matter of getting a few pieces of furniture and organizing all the stuff I took out of the boxes. Just taking my time with all of that.
Visitors!!
Just prior to August first and shortly thereafter, I had great fun with three sets of visitors.
First Impressions of Apartment Living
** I am not the oldest person living in this apartment community. There are plenty of seniors, some with walkers and canes. Thus, it’s a nice mix of seniors, a few young families, plus middle-aged and young working professionals. Very few college students.
** I am probably the friendliest person around. I say “Hi” to everyone I pass, especially other dog owners. The dog owners respond. Others, not so much. Too bad for them.
** It’s quieter than I expected. I hear no voices as I walk down hallways, no TV’s either. Good soundproofing. We all hear dogs who will bark for one reason or another, but then, we are the only building of three where dogs are allowed. I do hear thumps, however. From above. There is a child who lives up there, one who frequently bounces, jumps, runs, and tumbles all over the place. A future Olympic gymnast? It isn’t disruptive. I’m just aware of it and very glad I don’t have to be the one to tell that child it’s time to go to bed. That said, I hear no voices from above. No scolding, no laughter. Just a active kid being a kid and parents who seem to understand. Glad I’m on the first floor. That way I don’t have to be concerned about someone below hearing me thump around.
** There isn’t much diversity in this area. In the apartment complex itself, I have seen a few families of Indian/Pakistani origin. I am on a first name basis with Tiffany, a young black woman, and her son, Odin, plus May or Mae, the pug Tiffany adopted from an animal rescue. There is also a black family with a new baby. They are my parking area neighbors down in the garage. They are friendly and speak with an accent. I’m not sure if they are originally from Haiti or Nigeria or….
And then…
And this is Matt. He helped out and took care of Cinnamon a few times when the weather was very hot and I had visitors. Plus he and his uncle delivered a nice dining table I bought from people relocating to the state of Washington. He played rugby for Indiana University.
Wisconsin Time – 19 Days into Extended Stay at Hotel
Monday, July 19, 2021 late afternoon
Restless
Overall, the stay at the hotel has been nice, but I am restless to move on and begin making my new nest. That said, Cinnamon and I do have many comforts of home here and then some.
A Big Thanks to that GPS Lady
With the help of technology, Cinnamon and I have driven around and located a few things…
…like my cousin, Bob
A grocery store that’s a bit expensive…
and an art fair featuring Wisconsin artists and crafts people. I visited early and the crowds were just starting to arrive.
Mystery Neighbor
Directly across the hall from me is another suite. The day C and I arrived, there was a sign that read: HITTING THE SNOOZE BUTTON. Back in the day, it used to be called “DO NOT DISTURB.” So every time C and I went in and out of our suite, I tried to be quiet and not let my door close loudly.
What interested me was that the snooze button sign was always there, day and night. Plus, I never heard anyone enter or leave that suite. I never heard a sound from it…no voices, no muffled tv sound, no snap of a kitchen cabinet, nothing. Of course, it became my first week mystery. Who is in there, and why don’t they ever leave the room?
Then one day I saw this:
and within hours the trash was removed and the snooze sign was gone. A day later I heard cheerful human voices entering and leaving the suite across the hall.
12 Nights to Go
I’m counting the nights now. In 13 days, moving chaos will begin again. I have reserved a U-Haul in Mt. Horeb where my stuff is stored and hired a couple of gig movers. At 4:30 p.m. on August 1, they will pick up the truck, load it, drive it back to Middleton, and unload it. I’ll be trailing behind to unlock the storage unit and make sure it is totally emptied before I secure it for the owner. The guys will drive the truck back to Mt. Horeb and leave it off for me. I’m hoping to be asleep by midnight, regardless of whether or not I find sheets for the bed.
Fingers crossed that 1) the U-Haul truck will be ready as reserved, 2) the gig guys show up, and 3) we get to Mt. Horeb and back without incident.
PLAN B:
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Another Massacre of Innocents: It’s Time to Roar with Our Votes
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
With another massacre of innocent school children and personnel, how can we not stand together and demand action and accountability?
Republicans, Democrats, Independents, Green Party and others, it’s time to roar with our votes. At the village level, the federal level, and everywhere in between, anyone running for an elected office must go on record as to whether they support stricter gun laws and a ban on military assault style weapons being sold to the public.
Go to political rallies, town hall meetings, state fairs, everywhere candidates campaign and ask for our support. Say, “No. Not until you pledge in writing to work across party lines to end the gun violence insanity across our nation.”
For anyone who refuses to do so, add their names to a national list of persons who do not deserve our votes. Share that list with social media, billboards, church bulletins, and local newspapers, and do so relentlessly. Week after week. Day after day as elections days approach.
It’s time to roar. Ask. Write. Call. Then VOTE!
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