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Writer, Award-winning Journalist, Speaker, Social Networking Facilitator, Traveler, Artist, Baker, ENFP, Christmas fanatic, tea drinker, devotee of the simple bits in the day that make up a life

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Kindness



I was in a situation today where someone spoke to me very gently, very kindly. I'm sure it was just a case of this person being very kind to begin with, but it made an impression on me. And it reminded me to be gentle with others.

Sometimes we all have the opportunity to be extra kind. In that moment when we're extending ourselves in kindness we become a little more, bigger and better than we were just a moment earlier. How many chances do we have to be more? To embrace the best of ourselves? These opportunities are gifts, delivered without brightly colored paper or ribbons and bows, but precious nonetheless.

I have squandered hundreds, probably thousands, of chances to be kind to people. In fact, I know I have even been unkind at times when a gracious word or gesture would have been meaningful. Why do we act this way? Or, more accurately, why do I act this way? Is it only me who doesn't take every chance to be kind? It often requires very little, or no, extra effort. Is part of me unwilling or afraid or what?



Sometimes in our work lives we have the chance to go the extra mile for someone, to go a step beyond the norm, and make their lives easier. In my work I often find myself unable to help people as much as I'd like because I run up against a system I can't penetrate. Unfortunately, I know they can't penetrate it either. Until they find someone who will go the extra mile for them.

Sometimes I'm the tiniest bit jealous that I'm not part of that system and therefore can't go the extra mile to help them with it. I have to have faith that someone else will seize the opportunity to go beyond the norm.

I've been the recipient of much grace. Much kindness. I hope I can remember to extend it to others.



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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Balance

This day had time for some work, some fun, some gardening, some friends, some preparation for the future. Seems like a well-rounded day - the trick is how much goes to each thing.
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Blooming Buttons



You might ask on what woodland trail I was walking when I ran across this beauty. The answer would be there was no trail. Only the slate tile of my sun porch was underfoot.

All of my bachelor's buttons are blooming now. Inside. But it's been so wet and cold I've hesitated to put very many things out. (I have on flannel jammies at the moment!) It seems cruel to stick them out to be pummeled by the rain. The rain that is coming again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. And they've not experienced anything outside of normal human comfort climate control.

Tonight I mowed the yard. It needed it desperately. Now I need some pain pills desperately. (Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I like the continuity.) Apparently lawn mowing is not a recommended post-surgical activity. Monday was three months. I thought that was sufficient time. The fact that my mid-section hurts tells me otherwise. Whine, whine, whine.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Messengers of the Divine

I know that life is a continual series of surprises - mostly good. But every once in awhile, I forget that. And life reminds me. Beautifully.

Much is happening in my life these days. There's an undercurrent of excitement about possibilities. I can't point to anything specific, other than to say that things are unfolding in ways that I could not have written any better myself.

It's curious how life happens when you step aside, let go of your ideas, and accept the magic that comes from those in your life who are messengers of the divine.



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Monday, April 27, 2009

Kansas Underground Salt Museum in Hutchinson

Going 650 feet underground is not something most folks think about on an average day, but in Hutchinson it's entirely possible. The Kansas Underground Salt Museum (KUSM) is the only museum in the western hemisphere where you can go into a salt mine.

This past weekend when I was volunteering I intended to tweet the experience at twitter.com, so people would have a sense of what it was like, but without cell phone signal underground it wasn't really possible. Greg and I have been planning a story about the Kansas Underground Salt Museum for a year and a half. He took these photos in November of 2007.

I decided to use the story to give you a sense of what it's like to take a tour at KUSM. Of course, nothing compares to experiencing it yourself, but maybe this will whet your appetite.


Your visit starts with a safety orientation and you’ll be issued some safety gear - a hard hat and breathing apparatus. You'll be happy to know that the safety gear has never been used.





Then you line up to get in the German made, double decker elevator that holds about 30 people.



It was originally used in a silver mine and will transport you underground where you’ll emerge into a long, hollowed out salt corridor.


Immediately you’ll notice the salt has layers. These form because of dry and wet times when the salt formation was being laid down. The miners use those layers to keep the mine level.

You’re now surrounded by material that predates dinosaurs. There was a mass extinction at this time – about 270 million years ago – and where you’re standing was an ocean. To give you an idea of the depth, bear in mind that 80 feet of sea water makes about 1 foot of salt.

Two things to notice right away when you get off the elevator. Straight ahead are the restrooms. These are modern engineering marvels because everything has to flush 650 feet. Up. There are two holding tanks underground, one holds water and one holds sewage. The sewage is evacuated into the sewer system overnight when there are no visitors because it’s very noisy.

The other is a giant piece of salt. You'll have time to inspect it more closely after the tour.






You’ll board a tram for your “dark ride,” going underneath Airport Road, which you may have driven to arrive at the museum. You’ll travel down the corridor to an area that's more narrow. This is the only area that was blasted specifically for the museum. On the right wall you'll see where the miners who did that Dec. 20, 2004 left their mark, an old mining tradition.



As the ride continues, you can see some of the antique mining equipment. There are some cars that used to haul salt from the mine. Each of these cars held 3 ½ tons of salt and took 90 minutes to load by hand. The metal ones held four tons.



Explosives were always carried in a separate car, that had taller sides on it to protect from sparks. Now miners use a conveyer system to move the salt, but at one time they used these trains and would move the track as the mine face moved.





The Carey Salt Company opened in 1923 and had the shorted railroad in the country. You may have noticed the train engine topside, before you came into the building. That’s one of only three GE No. 2 engines ever built. It ran between 1928 and 1963, moving the six miles between the mine and the salt evaporation plant. The tracks were used for another 20 years.


Along the dark ride, your guide will point out various items of interest. One of the first things you'll see are a ribbed wall. Each rib is about eight feet deep and represents how deep into the wall they blasted.



Above you are ridges from a machine called the continuous miner. It is a huge piece of equipment bought by the museum and Underground Vaults and Storage. It is made for coal mining, as is most of the equipment used here. No equipment is made specifically for salt mining.



You’ll see places where the walls have a different texture and the salt is very crystal clear. This is recrystalized salt, where water got back into the salt deposit and basically washed out the impurities, which you can see below the white part.



You can occasionally find a piece of salt with a bubble of water in it. It’s this very phenomenon that allowed scientists to discover a 250 million year old bacteria in a New Mexico salt mine. Those same scientists have found DNA in some of the samples from Hutchinson, but it's too soon to know exactly what that means.

Miners had two big concerns - light and air. They used to work with the equivalent of a flashlight, which barely makes a dent in the darkness. In some mines, they used mules underground, including nearby Lyons and Kanopolis, and they would eventually go blind from the lack of light. Mules were never used in the Hutchinson mine.

Air flow in the mine was controlled by "gob walls." You'll see some constructed of dynamite boxes, filled with salt. The first wall you see is two boxes deep and has a purpose. Jute curtains were also used, and the modern version is the plastic you see here and there.



You'll pass under a large deposit of sylvite. It's quite possible there's a large piece of recrystallized salt above it.



You'll drive by three floor heaves. Salt is plastic and very heavy. Imagine a Lincoln log being pressed in to clay. The clay would rise up around it. The same thing is happening in a floor heave. The "overburden" is heavy enough it's causing the floor to rise up like clay would.



In the middle floor heave is a cut out of a miner demonstrating the floor heave is about two feet, but the ceiling is still nine feet tall. This man volunteers for the museum on occasion. At the third one is a 1950s photo of miners standing where a ceiling sag has fallen. You'll also see the scaling bars used to pull down salt that is loose.

When you turn a corner, you'll see what's left of a truck the miners used at one time. It ran on a 300 foot electrical cord. It's actually a conglomeration of parts from various vehicles.



The hoist that used by the miners is much smaller than the one you came down in. Anything that wouldn't fit in it had to be dangled underneath it, or taken apart and reassembled underground. That includes all the massive equipment you'll see in the walking part of the tour.

Miners did not remove things from the mine. It made no sense to use the energy or the time on the hoist to do so. They would reuse them as long as possible, and then abandon them where they were.

Salt mines have what is called a “closure rate,” meaning the rooms and corridors mined out are slowly closing in on themselves. "Slowly,” is an understatement. In the Hutchinson mine, the closure rate is 2/1000 to 3/1000 of an inch a year. That means it would take 500 years for it to close one inch. At one point, the federal government looked into storing nuclear waste in the salt mines, but the closure rate was way too small to make it feasible.



The Atomic Energy Commission came to Hutchinson in 1950, looking for a place to store toxic waste. They used this device to measure the closure rate for ten years. But it was too slow here, so the toxic waste was taken to the salt mines in New Mexico instead.


Carey was the first mine to go all non-emissions and use bio diesel for equipment. They also used electric power. Today they run on bio fuel made of soy or electric power. The tram you’ll ride is battery powered, too. You will get a chance to stop at a salt pile for a small souvenir of your trip underground.



Prior to 1964, visitors came underground regularly. There were special cars for visitors that took them on tours of the mine. Below is one that would have taken school children on tours.



The workers rode in a car called a "mantrip" that was a little less elaborate. The miners used to refer to the cars as “mules” on occasion, which added to the confusion about the animals never being used here like they were in other area mines.



In 1964 Carey sold the mine and visiting underground stopped, until the museum opened in 2007. This is still a working mine today. The museum is about 1-2 miles from the active mine face.

In the exhibit area you can see some of the massive equipment they use. Remember each one had to be brought underground through a shaft much smaller than the one you came down in.

One of them is the undercutter. This machine allows miners to cut a groove out along the floor of the salt wall they’re getting ready to mine. If they didn’t do this, the salt wouldn’t fall, even with dynamite. Salt is so hard they can’t nail or screw into it without a nail ram set.



They used to mine 40 foot pillars and 50 foot rooms. Today they mine 20 foot pillars and 40 foot rooms. Eight feet is blasted at a time. They use the red lines as markers.



There are 67 miles of tunnels here, and 970 acres that have been mined.

During your visit underground you're surrounded by salt in every direction. About 500,000 tons of salt are taken from the mine every year, about 1000 tons every day they mine. Each blast brings down 300-600 tons. Salt sells for about $16 a ton.


The museum is still finding things they will want to use as exhibits in the future. For example, The atomic energy commission had a tent and equipment underground. When they left, they left everything there, as is customary. When things are brought topside that have been underground for a long period of time, they tend to disintegrate because of the changes in humidity.


Salt is used not only in food, but also in products like plastics, chlorine bleach, pharmaceuticals and lots of manufacturing. More than 70% of the salt mined here is used on roads, with Chicago being the biggest customer. Those buildings you see around cities sometimes where they store salt, that are shaped like piles, are built that way because salt has an “inclination angle” and builds that sort of pile naturally.


The salt you eat on the table is “brine evaporated,” which is a different process than what is happening in this mine.



In the exhibit area you can explore the exhibit about Dr. Vreeland's research into the
oldest living thing on Earth.

You’ll also see items from Underground Vaults and Storage. This unique business stores everything from dental records to movies and TV shows. The constant temperature underground makes it perfect for delicate items.












On display is a newspaper from the time of Lincoln's death...




James Dean's shirt from his last movie...



At the moment you can see some Hollywood items on display in a special exhibit, including Clooney's Batman suit and a prop from the Jack Frost movie.






You'll end up in the gift shop and when you're finished can either walk back to the hoist or catch a ride on a tram headed that way.

The Kansas Underground Salt Museum is a work in progress, so plan another visit soon.
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These photos were taken in November of 2007 by
Greg Holmes when we went on a special tour, specifically to take photos and notes for a story. Subsequently, I was there during the blogger fam tour and have also volunteered at the museum.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Excursion Train in Hutchinson



This train on the trestle in Carey Park in Hutchinson may look unassuming, but there's something very different about it. It's carrying passengers. Including my friend, Greg Holmes.



Lets see what happiness looks like close up...



It has been a rainy day, as you can see on the window, but that has not diminished Greg's fun. Or that of other folks riding the train. I snapped these photos as the train was blocking Main Street in Hutchinson for folks to load for the trip back to Wichita, after having lunch at the Anchor Inn.



According to their website, this excursion train was operated by WATCO companies, Inc., the Kansas & Oklahoma railroad, and the Heart of the Heartlands Railroad Club. Yesterday there was a ride from Wichita to Yoder and back, and today from Wichita to Hutchinson and back. Today's ride is on the K&O's Hutchinson Subdivision (former Missouri Pacific lines) via Maize, Colwich, Mount Hope, and Haven, and Yoder, KS.

I picked Greg up after he had lunch to drive him to his house for a couple of things, then took him back right before the train boarded for the return trip to Wichita. I couldn't resist taking photos and even a video of the train leaving Hutchinson. You can see Greg in the video, including that distinctive jerk when a train starts pulling out.






Then I headed to Carey Park and walked up on the levee to get a shot of the train as it passed over the Arkansas River. (That's pronounced "R-Kansas" if you live in Kansas, but it's still "Ark-an-saw" if you live in any of the other states it runs through.)



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Cokie Roberts Celebrates 60 Years of KMUW at Wichita State University

Wednesday night, we went to Wichita State University to see author and NPR journalist, Cokie Roberts. It was a celebration of public radio station KMUW's 60th anniversary. Roberts commented that she was also in Wichita for the 40th anniversary.

She said they allowed her to speak about whatever she wished, so she talked about her book, "We are Our Mother's Daughters," which has been re-released, ten years after its debut. She said things have changed for women in the last 10 years so she was able to update the book.

When she originally proposed the title, editors tried to talk her out of it, but she was adamant about it. However, she says "the title is problematic." It was some time before she could get an editor to tell her what their issue was with it. She said eventually one of the editors said, with an exasperated tone, "I am NOT my mother's daughter. You cannot make me be my mother's daughter." Roberts said, "I didn't know her well enough to tell her to 'suck it up and get over it.'"



Roberts' mother was not the typical, stay at home mom. Her last job, which she started when she was in her 80s, was being the ambassador to the Vatican. As Roberts joked, "My mother found herself representing Bill Clinton to the Pope." Prior to that she served nine terms in congress, running for her husband's seat when he was killed in a plane crash. Roberts' father was elected to congress before she was born so politics has always been part of her life.

Roberts said her mother is the inspiration for everything she has done. She said, "I am only my mother's daughter when I am my very best self."
Her mother is now 93, and maintains her home on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Roberts joked that when she took her children to visit years ago they would pass by the strippers and she couldn't help but think about the song, "over the river and through the dale, to grandmother's house we go." 

She said when her mother became the ambassador, Roberts teased her that, "she moved from Bourbon Street to the Vatican... but the costumes didn't change. It was still men in dresses."

Roberts lives in the house in DC where she grew up. She said when she got married in the backyard years ago that her mother cooked for all 1,500 guests. She said she and her husband-to-be didn't know most of the guests. They were political associates of her father's. Roberts said when her own daughter got married in the exact same spot 31 years later that, "You can be assured it did not occur to me to cook."

Roberts said things have changed for women, but not as much as she would have hoped. She said, "It really does count to have a woman as speaker of the house. It's a constitutional position, not a political one, second in line to the President."  But, when she spoke about the recent political campaign she said, "never, ever, ever, ever, ever has a male politician been asked who will take care of the children."


On the situation in DC, she said, "The mood is less poisonous than it has been in the last 16 years." She said the Obamas have "Wednesday night at the White House" and, "the republicans tellme the sense of rancor is not the same."

She said there is good news for women in the ten years since she first published the book. She said, "Not only are more women making it to the top, but the women who've made it are using their success."

But, she said there's plenty of room for improvement. She related a conversation she had with Billy Jean King, in which she pointed out that women are covered on the sports pages now. King said, "We do have coverage on the sports pages - about 8%. About 7% is horses and dogs."



Roberts talked about some women who have risen to the top of their fields, and how their perspective changes things. She mentioned the head of Pepsi who calls her mother in India every day and has been quoted as saying, "You are a mother, daughter, sister, wife and friend. These are the important things." She spoke about the President of Brown and quoted her as saying, "Look, a job is job is a job. A life is too short to not pay attention to it and make it a happy one."

Roberts summed up by saying, "The thread that goes through it all is care-taking. That's what we have been doing for time immemorial is taking care. Taking care of our children, parents, friends, families, communities." She laughed and said, "We're usually doing it while we do something else." Early in the speech she joked that "multitasking is a made-up guy word to describe what women have been doing forever."



During the question and answer part of the evening, she was asked how that care-taking can still happen when the traditional family is not as common. She said, "people create families" and went on to talk about a situation in her life. "One of my very best friends is dying. Her daughter has needed me tremendously through this. That's part of this continuity. The thread continues, unbroken."

She answered some questions about her years at NPR, stories and colleagues, including Susan Stamberg's mother-in-law's famous Cranberry Relish recipe. She said, "It's pepto-bismol pink. You don't want to go near it."

She said public radio was welcoming to women early on but that a male colleague used to refer to the area where she, Susan Stamberg, Linda Wertheimer and Nina Totenberg had their desks as the "fallopian jungle." She pointed out, "he's not there anymore but we still are."



Photos of Cokie Roberts are courtesy of www.thelope.com.
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Friday, April 24, 2009

Anniversaries



Today would have been my mother's 90th birthday. She has been gone for nearly eight years.

It seems it was a lifetime ago when, on this very day, I called the local nursing home to see if they had a place for her. That's not a call anyone wants to make, but at the time we didn't know what else to do. We thought she was having a medication reaction, and needed some recovery time from a heart cath, and were hopeful she would improve and be able to come home.

But we would discover in just a few more days that she had had a stroke. She wasn't in the nursing home even a week before she was in the hospital and a week later she was gone.



This time of year is always difficult for me, beginning with her birthday and stretching into mid-May. She died on May 11 and we had her funeral on the 13th, which happened to be Mother's Day that year.

These weeks always remind me how precious loved ones are, and to treasure every interaction we're allowed to have. The things of life are fleeting. We can go from eagerly anticipating them to aching for what will never be again in the blink of an eye.



Somewhere in the rush of soccer games and work projects and committee meetings we forget to just live. To share moments. To make memories.

We will never again have this moment, this time, this chance. Make the most of it.

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Over

Overworked. Overwrought. Overwhelmed.

It's 2:30 in the morning and I've been doing things since 7:15 this morning - oops... that was yesterday morning - and I'm sitting here adding things to my multi page to-do list at the moment.

My life is going in a dozen different directions right now it seems. I'm trying to ride the waves, holding tight, but allowing enough rein for things to develop the way they're meant to. Have I mixed enough metaphors there? I think so.

Don't we all have times when life seems to be moving so fast we can't keep up? I'm in one of those. Keep a good thought for me, please.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009

Kris and Cokie



I got to see Kris tonight. She was one of the folks helping organize for Cokie Roberts' appearance in Wichita tonight to celebrate KMUW's 60th Anniversary. I just adore Kris - she's always fun - even tonight when she had to have been tired. You don't pull off an event like this and not be tired at the end of it.

Whenever we're together we have to take what we've dubbed "the cute girl pic." Greg, fortunately, reminded us tonight. We forgot once when we were together. Obviously, you can't go back and redo that event.

Of course, I also got to see her hubby John, as well as Chris and Shari who were visiting from Kansas City, Kansas. And, we met some other interesting folks.

We are getting a big thunderstorm here so I'm going to turn the computer off instead of going through photos tonight. But, soon, expect to see a write up of Cokie's presentation and some photos. I can sum it up by saying she was interesting, entertaining and funny on top of it.

Three groups of folks from Hutchinson went. Oddly enough, we were all in Pei Wei at the same time. I had no idea it was everyone's favorite restaurant!
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Happy Earth Day

Happy Earth Day!

My Earth Day Eve got off to a great start. Sharon showed up with her Releaf Landscapes crew and worked on my back and side yards. Things look better around the house than they ever have the whole time I've owned the place - better than when I bought the place. It's amazing what four people who know what they're doing and are in constant motion can accomplish. About 30 times more than I can do in the same amount of time. Thank you Sharon!

I'm doing some grass killing for Earth Day. I know, kinda weird, huh? But that's my main focus at the moment. I have put down two giant pieces of plastic - so about a 20 by 25 foot area - to kill the grass underneath. I need more room to plant all these seedlings and I hate mowing. So, I'm hoping the grass dies quickly so I can press that area into service.



They also cleaned out a little area I had tried to do a flower bed in a few years ago. It got away from me - like everything else. But they tamed it again today. I'm going to plant some sweet peas and holly hocks there, I think.

I'm totally enchanted with growing plants this year. I think maybe it's that whole "new life" thing. I feel so fortunate to be living life and not be worrying about my prognosis that I feel I have a new lease on life. It seems no accident that I'm suddenly attracted to growing seedlings. Now I just have to find a place for all of them.



On one half of this new plant area I'm going to put in some pumpkins. I've never grown pumpkins but I think it will be cool to let them grow every which way all over the place.

In honor of Earth Day, and because my main computer is tied up trying to do things that it thinks are far too complex, I'm sharing some pix from recent posts - including my favorite flower photo I've taken recently.



I hope your Earth Day is spectacular!

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Guenter Wendt Appreciated at the Cosmosphere

Last week during the blogger fam tour, we had a tremendous tour of the Cosmosphere by the CEO, Chris Orwoll. During our behind the scene tour, he showed us a photo of Guenter Wendt, known as the "Padleader" during the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo programs.



When he showed us this photo I was instantly reminded of how important so many people are to any project of this magnitude. Those of us outside the industry may not know their names, but they play a critical role.

It was Guenter Wendt who closed the hatch. That, alone, should be enough to put anyone in the history books. He was the last person to see the astronauts before they rocketed off to space. Wendt was there for their last few seconds being Earth-bound, before they undertook what would be life-changing - and sometimes life-ending.

In those early days of space exploration, fires and explosions were not unusual occurrences. Everyone knew the risks involved, but I doubt that awareness kept the normal human emotions at bay. No doubt Wendt saw excitement and fear at various times.

The Cosmosphere has one of the "White Rooms" used for the Apollo missions, as well as others, where Wendt was stationed during launch. They have a photo shot through the open hatch door from the Apollo 10 mission of May, 1969. That view of Stafford, Young and Cernan strapped to their couches, preparing to go to the moon, was Wendt's view.



You can walk into the White Room on display and be where Wendt watched history being made. Where he was participating in history being made.



The White Room was suspended more than 300 feet above the launch pad, attached to a 60 foot long swing arm connected to the rocket. About four hours before liftoff, the astronauts would walk across the swing arm and enter the White Room where Wendt and his crew were.

Right before lift off, the White Room swung away from the space craft, leaving the astronauts alone on top of the 36 story tall rocket that would send them into space. Astronaut Wally Schirra is quoted on Wendt's website as saying, "So it came to pass that when the white room was closed out for Apollo 7 and his smiling face disappeared from the window, Donn Eisele asked, "I vonder vere Guenter vent?" I stole that line and made it famous." He also referred to Wendt as the "dictator of the launch pad."



The particular White Room in the Cosmosphere's collection was from Kennedy Space Center's Launch Pad Complex 39. There were three white rooms, and no records were kept regarding which missions used which room, but it stands to reason that you can stand where roughly a third of the astronauts in the Apollo Lunar program made their final preparations.

In another part of the Cosmosphere, outside an upstairs meeting room, is a whiteboard where celebrity visitors to the museum leave their signatures.



It's good to see the Cosmosphere recognizes Wendt's contributions.

Wendt has written a book, "The Unbroken Chain" about his experiences at Padleader.
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Monday, April 20, 2009

Tourism Thoughts

I have a great interest in tourism. Partially because I love to travel, but also because I'm fascinated by the decision making process involved with travel. I know how I like to travel and I know others have different styles.

Last week I participated in a blogger familiarization tour in Hutchinson. I had nothing to do with organizing it, and was just invited to participate as a kindness since I already write a lot about the area, but I was very impressed with the idea and the execution of it.

Convention and Visitor's Bureaus (CVB's) focus most of their efforts on groups and it's understandable why - it takes the same amount of energy to bring a group of 50 or 500 to your town as it does to bring one individual traveler. You don't have to be a math whiz to see the logic in that.

The problem is that there's a hole in the travel market. The tourist is no one's customer.

When you look at a visitor's guide for any city, you see beautiful photos, listings of things to see and do, and lots of ads. This is a system that has developed over time and has served well for some time. However, the "customer" for the visitor's guide is not the visitor - the customer is the advertiser, who's ads paid for the printing of it.

I want there to be - somewhere - someone who is serving the needs of the individual traveler. I also believe the individual traveler is where the potential growth is. Now, maybe when I'm 70 I'll think it sounds like a fabulous idea to be traveling on a bus with 41 other people, and having my luggage packed and outside my hotel door by 6:30 a.m. I cannot imagine that will ever be the case. I think that traveler is not going to exist in a few years.

Instead I think the potential growth is in the individual traveler - the people who write me to ask about Las Vegas, NM, because I wrote on the blog about eating at a diner there. Or to ask about the catacombs of Paris because I blogged about visiting there. Those people are the future growth of travel, I think.

And communities/states/countries on the front edge of that, encouraging those in the new media to write about their places - on blogs, twitter, or whatever - are going to see a significant benefit.

Interesting things to think about...
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Oxy Clean is Amazing Stuff

Oxy Clean is amazing stuff, and I'm not getting paid to say so. I'm just telling you this for your own benefit, in case you hadn't discovered it.

At the MCC sale on Friday I bought this quilt. For $20. Hand quilted. Because it had a stain on it - a stubborn, ugly stain. You can see it here - right in the middle of the quilt, and on the lower portion in that same row. What you can't see in the photo is that it was present elsewhere, too.



I decided to take a chance that I could remove the stain, and knew I would appreciate the quilt even if I couldn't get the stain out. I brought it home and started it soaking in a mixture of oxy clean, borax and wisk. The first water was gross and disgusting. I tried some stain remover of various sorts and a few more washings. It helped, but the stain was still there.

So, I brought out the big guns. I sprinkled some oxy clean powder on the stains and sprinkled water over it to make a paste. It gets hot. Yes. Hot. I let it dry and it was hard as a rock. I wondered if it was going to come off. And, to be fair, this is not a recommended use of the product. This was just a Patsy thought. I guess that would be "off label" as they say in the pharmaceutical industry.

I had a moment when I thought I had made a big mistake because it wasn't peeling off the fabric easily. But, I got most of it off and the rest washed off in yet another washing. But, amazingly enough, much of the stain went with it. So, I repeated the process and the stain was all gone. Gone! All of it. A hand quilted, double  wedding ring quilt for $20 plus some Oxy Clean.

I have used it many times to soak linens of various sorts, but I've never worked on a stain like this before with it. I don't know what it was - I'd just as soon not think too much about that - but the normal stain removers didn't touch it. But, Oxy Clean took care of it. It wasn't like you see on TV, where they dip it in and it comes out magically clean, but it did work.

Needless to say, I feel like I got a good deal for $20.
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Sunday, April 19, 2009

Optimism and Promise



There are more of them. Yes. Buds. On plants I grew from seed. More than just the one cosmo. Now there are three bachelor button plants with little buds.

However, it is not time to put them outdoors yet. Tomorrow is the 50/50 date for us, meaning there's a 50/50 chance it won't frost again. Of course, I would not put my baby plants in peril like that. And it's a good thing because we've had a lot of rain tonight. I don't think they would have enjoyed that, either.

Of course, they're in no danger at all in the climate controlled comfort of my sun porch, under grow lights, where the softened water is delivered to their roots, without getting the leaves wet.

There's something quite wonderful about seeing all this new life springing up from seeds planted just a few weeks ago. I believe I first planted on March 1, so some of these things have been in about seven weeks and some less than that.  There's such promise in new plants and such optimism in planting seeds.

I need more optimism and promise in my life. Maybe that's why I can't seem to stop planting.
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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Connecting People and Ideas



I like to connect people. As friends pointed out to me a few nights ago, the importance of connecting to other humans is one of the things I'm always talking about. Well, hey, science has now proven that it's really important if you want to be happy, live longer, etc. etc. etc., so I'm not just running off at the mouth anymore. Well, maybe I am, but not necessarily without merit - at least on this one topic.

When you get people together who have interests that complement each other, the conversation is always worth eavesdropping on, and that's just what I was doing this morning. The sum of the parts becomes greater than the whole.



The last day and a half, bloggers from Oklahoma, Iowa, Texas and Kansas have been in Hutchinson, touring the town and seeing the sites, so hopefully they will have cool things to say about our town. One of the folks who came from Oklahoma was Becky McCray. (on the left in the photos)


I've been following Becky in Twitter for awhile and just KNEW that she and Marci Penner, (on the right) who is the head of the Kansas Sampler Foundation, needed to meet. I've forwarded some of Becky's blog posts to Marci and WenDee (the assistant director at the Sampler Foundation - in the black in this photo) a few times.



Well, the other night when our blogger group was at dinner I mentioned this and Becky said, "See if we can go see them Friday morning." So, I tried to call Marci but didn't get her. A few minutes later Cody tried and got us set up for early this morning.

While we were talking, Todd, (see him working hard in the photo below) who is the editor at The Ledger, a print and online paper that covers the area, said he'd like to cover the meeting for the paper. So, this morning I picked up Becky and Jeanne at the hotel and we headed out to the barn in Inman where we were greeted with homemade cinnamon rolls, courtesy of Marci's mom. I've had her cinnamon rolls before and let me tell you, they never disappoint. That, alone, was worth getting up extra early for!



Like Todd, Jeanne was taking notes like a fiend. She writes on the Small Business Survival blog, along with Becky and some other folks.

It was really cool to see people who are interested in some of the same things meet for the first time and connect. There's an energy that's generated that can't be duplicated by anything else. Marci is devoted to preserving rural culture. She said this morning, "Our plan is to help the world love rural Kansas." Becky is interested in small business, and small towns. There is some common ground there, for sure, and they were talking about how to find the people interested. Becky said, "The technology sitting around this table helps find them."

Becky did a few video bites with Marci and I'm sure will be posting them at some point. I don't know about Becky, but I'm sort of buried under really great potential blog posts right now, after our intense days of touring.



Marci and WenDee are preparing for the Kansas Sampler Festival, May 2 and 3 in Concordia, so they're busy bees, but I'm so glad they took time out to visit with us for a bit this morning. It was cool, at least for me. I hope it was for them, too.


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Thursday, April 16, 2009

Third Thursday



Tonight was the Third Thursday art event in Hutchinson. It was the end of our blogger fam tour we've been doing the last day and a half. I'm impressed that a group of folks in town decided to do something different - and they did it well. Kudos to Logic Maze, The Cosmosphere, the CVB and The Downtown Hutchinson Revitalization Project.

I'm very, very impressed that the Cosmosphere CEO took time to give us a private tour yesterday. That tells me he understands the power of social media, or he's at the very least open to the power of it. Those things matter.

Well, I'm tired from the many hours we've spent touring and talking in the last 36 hours. Such an exciting time!

So, tonight I'm sharing some photos from the Third Thursday event - something I love - and something I'm so thankful to Jennifer and Danny for making happen.















Come join us next month! May 21 - 5 -9 p.m. in Downtown Hutchinson.
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Once upon a time there were fam tours...



I'm participating in a blogger fam tour. What, you may ask, is a fam tour? Well, children, gather 'round and I'll tell you a story.

Back in the long, long ago days, before the internet put travel information at our fingertips, there were these people called "travel agents." They held the keys to the kingdom of information about flight schedules and hotel rates and all sorts of other bits you needed to know if you hoped to venture beyond the borders of your own little burg. They worked very limited hours and required you to come to their lairs if you wanted more than a cursory tidbit of information that could be given over the phone. These dark ages - like 10 or 15 years ago - made travel far more difficult than it needed to be. That was not the fault of travel agents at all, it was just how the system worked.

Although most travelers who were at the mercy of these people who had the information never knew it, these travel agents were also going on "fam tours," short for "familiarity tours." They would be invited to hotels and attractions and cities and amusement parks and cruise ships and any other place where they might be able to encourage people to go. The idea was that they would fall in love with it and tell people they just had to go there.

As anyone faced with such a thing would do, travel agents took advantage of these perks. And, they, indeed, did encourage people to travel to, stay in, eat at, and visit these very places. It was good for the agents. It was good for the fam tour hosts. It was a happy time in the kingdom. For everyone except, perhaps, the traveler, who was still at the mercy of these people who had all the information, not to mention the memories of all this travel, some of which was far more exotic than going to Disney

Well, a group of people in Hutchinson Kansas, where I live, decided to bring the fam tour idea into the modern world. They have invited some bloggers to come to Hutchinson for a couple of days and see the sights, in hopes they will have something positive to say about it on their blogs. They graciously invited me to join in, and it has been really cool so far. I'm taking a day and a half of vacation in order to do it and it has been well worth it so far. This modern version makes so much more sense, because bloggers talk to many people at once these days.



Hutchinson does have some excellent attractions - the Kansas Cosmosphere and Space Center, a world-class museum devoted to the space program, and the Kansas Underground Salt Museum, the only museum of its kind in the western hemisphere. Even though I live here, I try to make it a point to appreciate what's cool about the community.

This morning we were treated to an amazing tour of the Cosmosphere by director Chris Orwoll. It included some behind-the-scenes areas and needless to say I'll have many more photos to share with you later.



Here he's showing us a glove. Not just any glove. It's a space suit glove. Not just any space suit glove...



That's "Aldrin," as in Buzz.

It was amazingly cool to walk into this "white glove area" this morning, where artifacts are stored, and see incredible things lying around like this metal press pass from an Apollo mission.



This morning I got to touch a space suit - with the white glove, of course - a nice follow up to getting to touch a moon rock recently.

This afternoon we went for a tour of the Fox, then had dinner at the Airport Steakhouse, and went back for an IMax show at the Cosmosphere. Tomorrow is a very full day of activities. Not only is it fun to see interesting things, but it's great to meet other bloggers. Check out the other bloggers and read about the tour at What's Up Hutch.

I'm quite impressed that this is happening. It's a different way to approach things and I'm always interested in exploring possibilities.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

NPR's Jackie Lyden

Jackie Lyden, host of "All Things Considered" each weekend on National Public Radio was in Hutchinson today for a presentation. She spoke at the Hutchinson Town Club as part of the Prairie View Food For Thought Series.

She read from her book, "Daughter of the Queen of Sheba," and told stories about growing up with a mother who was suffering from a mental illness. She said, "Long before radio existed for me as a vessel in which to pour all these life experiences, I was a daughter." And that relationship shaped her world view in many ways.

Lyden said she was a diarist from the time she could write, and that she wrote on anything. I asked after her speech if she still wrote by hand, and she said yes, that she doesn't go anywhere without her journal. She said, "My leather notebook goes everywhere I go. I believe in pen and paper."

Lyden said part of the appeal of writing this book about her mother was, "I wanted to fix her on the page." She said she felt if she could get down to the tap root of what was wrong, she could pull it out.

She said her mother's delusions would eventually turn dark and her mother kept a notebook about them called, "The Evil Account." While not knowing how her mother would be from one day to the next was difficult, Lyden said the experiences taught her,  "Nobody's imagination is garbage. It tells you where people are."



Working as a foreign correspondent, Lyden has interacted with people in many different kinds of situations. She told the story of a man telling her he couldn't leave a dangerous situation because, "If I leave now I will lose all my family history." She said that stuck with her, and reminded her people are similar everywhere. Holding her fingers a couple of inches apart, she said, "The line between Hutchinson, Kansas, and Fallujah, Iraq, is this big." She said, "When I tell stories on the radio, I'm looking to make that human connection."

Lyden said that no matter where she went, she had something no one else had, a faded photograph of her mother in a dress made specially for her in Hong Kong in 1950. Lyden has the dress and wears it on special occasions. She said, "I don't know where I'll be, but wherever I go, I will carry the photograph of the woman in this dress. Then I think what you carry the most is their story."

She said when she discovered NPR, she saw there was an opportunity for creativity and imagination. She said, "Radio entered me like a wave." And on the radio, as a host, she could be the voice of all the people she had had conversation with.

When asked about why mental health still has so much stigma attached to it, she said, "Until we understand that we are just molecules and that brain chemistry is chemistry and we are a little more humble about being human ... then we are going to have difficulty with something like stigma. Because to not be in control of your faculties is to not be perfect. And we are a culture that believes in perfection of the mortal."

She said she's very close to her mother and this is probably the happiest time they've ever had together. "My mom is fun. My mom is funny and smart." She said the great tragedy of her mother's life was not that she had a mental illness, but that she didn't have an education. Last year her mother read four dozen books, and is currently reading "My Antonia."



She said her mother's view of the book Lyden wrote about her has changed depending on her mother's mental state. She said now that her mother is better, the book is painful, but she is proud of it because, "She feels her struggles are not for nothing."

One of Lyden's sisters asked why they couldn't just move on and try to forget all of this, leaving it in the past. Lyden answered that, "Memory is what makes us human. Memory is the human connection. It's what gives us soul."
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The Itty Bitty Bud



Yesterday I saw it. Just innocently sitting there. As if it were nothing special at all. Just another day.

One of the cosmos plants has a tiny little bud on it!

An itty bitty bud. On a plant I grew from seed. From seed, I tell you. I put the seed in the dirt and now there's a bud that will be a flower. (OK, technically, I put the seed in a potting "mix" but it's like dirt. Kinda.)

I realize I might be a bit overly excited by this development. A person might rightly point out that it would be expected that a flower would - at some point in its development - put forth a bud. But nonetheless, there it is. Just as plain as day. If you look closely. Very closely. It is an itty bitty bud, after all.

It's not like I've never grown anything from seed before, but it's still a magical process to me. Seeds become itty bitty buds. Amazing.
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Monday, April 13, 2009

Susan Boyle

Every once in awhile, there's a You Tube video from Britian's Got Talent that is really cool. The latest is Susan Boyle, who wowed the judges, including both Simon and Piers. It's worth your 7:07 minutes to go watch it. Click on the link above - they're not allowing embedding, which I never understand, but nonetheless, go give it a watch and listen.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009

Rain on Easter Sunday

I've been gathering images of flowers dripping with rain on Easter Sundays for many years now. The first one I recall noticing was when I was a TV reporter and the producer sent a photographer and me out to a sunrise service. He took some gorgeous video of a daffodil bent under the weight of the raindrops clinging to it. I used it as the opening shot with the minister's voice saying, "It was raining that morning, too."

I don't know the Bible well, but I don't recall a weather report of that Sunday morning so many years ago being included. Of course, I'm guessing the minister had more information than me. And he may have been using that as a metaphor as well. Regardless, it has stuck with me all these years.

I've had a very laid back Easter Sunday. I slept in, which felt nice, and then stayed in bed reading, writing and thinking for awhile before I got up. I did a few things around the house and then went to Sharon's. We had a nice, although non-traditional, Easter dinner and then I worked on some computer things for her. As I was leaving I couldn't resist photos of her tulips.

There's something magical about a rainy day. It's as if the world is being washed clean so we can all start anew. That seems an appropriate image for an Easter Sunday.

On a personal level, I've really been feeling the need for a fresh start, a renewal, this spring. I think maybe that's part of why I'm enjoying starting so many seeds this year. Watching life spring from a tiny seed reaffirms my belief in miracles, as if I needed any more proof of them these days.

I'm also feeling a need for "nest building" lately. Having a new lease on life - literally - gives me reason to want to make my daily life all the more pleasant. And part of that is making my home the way I want it to be.

I hope your Easter Sunday was all you wanted it to be, and then some. And may  this season of renewal bring us all hope beyond what our imaginations can fathom.



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Happy Easter



Easter is a time of hope and renewal.
May your day be blessed.


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A Busy but Fun Saturday



The highlight of my day was lunch with Tara and her mother in law, Gail. I met Tara during a "Food Coma Caravan" organized by Carl. I really liked her and her husband, Todd, right away. They live in Kansas City so we don't get to see each other very often. But, we had dinner a few months ago when they were in Hutchinson visiting family, and we keep up on Facebook.

Someone forwarded Gail a note about my blog entry on the doggie Easter parade, and she remembered that I knew Tara. So, Gail asked Tara if she wanted to see if we could get together while Tara and Todd were visiting in Wichita this weekend, and voila it all worked out with perfect timing because I was open from 11-1 today. It was so fun to see Tara and meet Gail.

This morning I went to a workshop on vegetable gardening at the Extension office. It was a primer, I guess you'd say, but I picked up some good tips. It was done by Pam, the royal subject of one of the winners in the doggie Easter parade. Hazel, who shared Portabello the kitty with me at the shelter, was helping out this morning, too. Of course, there were some other folks there I knew, including Jessica and Trish and Jim, but I didn't really get to visit because I had to slip out a little early to get to Skaets for lunch with Tara and Gail.

After lunch we all headed out to the Salt Museum. I was volunteering this afternoon and they were going for a visit. Todd, and Gail's husband, Steve, came over separately and they all met up at the museum. It just so happened they were on my first tour of the day so I got to visit with them briefly underground, too.

Needless to say, it was a busy day for me, with something on the schedule from 9-5, but it had lots of fun. And tonight I finally got my taxes done. I filed the federal online and have the state ready to mail. I'm so glad to have that off my list of things to do. I've joked that I've spent more time whining about doing them than it would have taken to actually do them. Unfortunately, that was not true. They took me about 2 1/2 hours. But, at least I'm getting a little money back instead of owing, so that's a bonus.

I have some other things on my agenda yet this weekend that I want to accomplish. I have a lot to catch up on in the house. A lot. In every nook and cranny. I also have a pile of computer-related things to do. I hope I feel like I've got a handle on things by the end of the weekend. We'll see how that goes.
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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Friday

I was so glad to wake up to a Friday today. This has been a frantic week in some ways and has had its share of disappointments tossed in for good measure, so I'm ready to have a nice weekend. I've got a slew of things on the agenda this weekend, but most of them will be fun, including lunch with Tara from Kansas City tomorrow. That's an unexpected treat.

Trish and I had lunch today and it was good to visit with her. I never see enough of her. We're both going to a gardening presentation in the morning so I'll see her two days in a row, which is kind of unusual.

After work today Greg and I decided to get a quick bite at Quizno's. While we were finishing up Barbara came in so we got to visit with her a little bit. Greg took this photo of me while we were there.



I was laughing tonight, looking at it, because he took another photo of me a year or two ago at another restaurant where you can see my water glass. I noticed in this one I have the phone, too. People sometimes tease me about always having the phone handy and I guess there's officially proof now.

Last night sometime between 2 and 3 a.m., Greg called and told me to go look at the snow. Snow, I asked, a little groggy? Yes, snow. We had quite a rain storm last night and it was still raining when I went to bed. Then the snow started. It was snowing and raining at the same time. I don't think I've ever seen that before.

I was glad Greg called me, and glad I came downstairs to see the snow. It was big, fluffy flakes - just like those that made the blizzard for us a couple of weeks ago. Fortunately, there was no accumulation this time, but it was something to see. I snapped a photo from my front porch.



You can tell the sidewalks are wet from the rain. There are even some puddles. And then the snow.

Also on the agenda this weekend, in addition to fun, is getting my taxes done and getting my house presentable. I'm not sure why I put off doing my taxes every year. They're so easy it takes me well under an hour. But, apparently, I prefer to whine about them on Facebook and in real life for far more hours than it would take to just do them.

I'm having Creative Sisterhood here Tuesday night so I want to get the house presentable. I tell you, you literally do nothing to your house for two months, you end up with a lot to do. I still don't bend and stay bent for very long, but I certainly feel like making some basic improvements to the general cleanliness level. I've never been a Martha Stewart type, so I'm keeping my expectations reasonable. That means, in this case, it will still involve piles of things here and there. I can't help it. I'm a person who has piles.

Well, the 9 a.m. gardening presentation I'm headed to in the morning is only a few hours away. I'd best get a little sleep between now and then. I hope you're having a wonderful Easter weekend so far.
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Friday, April 10, 2009

Your Purpose in Life

I was talking with a friend today who expressed that she was trying to figure out her purpose in life. I've never thought about it in those exact terms, but I guess we're all doing that to some degree.

Do you consciously think about what your purpose is? I can't say that I do. I know when I'm living within it though, by how I feel. The trick, as always, is how to live that purpose, and yet manage all the necessities of life as well. If I could figure that out, I could be living my purpose all day.

I've been thinking all evening about how I would define my purpose. I'm not sure I have words for it, exactly. But, it seems a worthy goal to find some. Time to put pen to paper for that one.
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Qi gong in the Park



Terry called this evening and asked if I wanted to meet him in Avenue A Park and do some qi gong. It's an ancient form of exercise/meditation, similar to tai chi but less strenuous. Terry teaches it at a couple of local centers. He and Sharon both teach tai chi, too.

At first I was hesitant because I had already worked in my back yard and was feeling it. But, Terry assured me it wouldn't require a lot of the things that still make me hurt - like bending. So, I decided it was a wonderful way to spend some time with a friend, and be out enjoying the sunshine.

I called Greg to see if he wanted to go and Sharon was at his house so we all went.

Terry gave Greg and me a private lesson, and Sharon did it along with us, which was great because we had two people who knew what they were doing to watch. I really liked it.

We did the "Eight pieces of silk brocade" series - at least I think I've got the right name. There are eight series of movements and you do each one eight times. Terry explained each one and then did them so we could follow along. I was able to do all of them except one that involved bending over and touching your toes then slowly coming upright again. I did one of those and decided that was not a way my body wants to move quite yet.

I'm hoping we can do it again soon. I guess there are lots of different practices you can do, but this is one of the common ones and pretty easy to do. I don't think I could do anything much more complex than this one. It stretched my limits on coordination.



Avenue A Park is such a cool part of our city. The water flows under Main Street and the park is beautifully landscaped. I love the fact that some long-time businesses, like Midwest Feed, are part of the scenery there.
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Easter, Spring and Gardens



At the flea market this weekend, I bought this metal basket, decorated with these metal flowers. I'm not sure why, other than it's Easter season, which makes one think of baskets, and it was a dollar and it's got that pink and gold combo from the 50s that has started to appeal to me in a big way. Lately I've been thinking - just thinking - about redoing my kitchen to incorporate those colors. However, I doubt that will happen anytime soon. Or ever.

Hard to believe Easter is just a few days away. Greg's mom invited me to come to Joplin for the holiday, but I can't leave all my little plants. They would need definitely need water before I got back. They're drinking it up at a prodigious rate.

My only Easter decoration is this little bunny I got last year who is residing on my desk. I had hoped to do an Easter tree outside, but after the blizzard, my tree's leaves are all brown - not very spring like. I don't think brightly colored, plastic Easter eggs would overcome the brown.

Today was a beautiful day - sunny and warm. I spent most of it hunched over paperwork and the computer screen finishing up the United Way application. But after 5 I was able to start working on my back yard a little bit. I hadn't even removed the dead plants from last year. The tomato cages were still in place, with the remains of tomatoes long gone with them. I pulled those out and managed to get a little bit of other stuff out.

The lemon balm is growing, the sage has some green on it, and some of the lavender is starting to come in, too. I am so eager to have fresh food growing in the back yard again. I love the early mornings in the summer. Nothing like going out in the back yard while the dew is still wet, and seeing what's happening in the garden.

I think I'm going to kill the grass in my back yard to make more room for garden. I hate mowing it anyway, and continually need more room for garden, so it seems like the perfect solution. I laid down a little bit of landscape cloth tonight in one small area. I was reminded I don't yet bend well for extended periods of time. But, I can just do a little bit at a time, and I'll get it done eventually. I think I'll start at the back, beside the garage, and work my way forward. That's the area that gets the most sun anyway. I also need to just spray round up on the grass/weed patch out by the alley. I think I'll spend this summer killing it and next year I can plant something there that doesn't require mowing. Is it time to mention again that I hate mowing? Apparently it is. I hate mowing.

There are so many things I need to get done around the house. For two months I didn't really do anything and things have piled up to say the least. But now that I'm feeling more normal I'm trying to do at least a couple of things in the house every day to get life back on an even keel. I still feel "scattered" and hope getting things a bit more under control will help that.
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009

These Three Pounds

This weekend at the flea market I bought some old crochet hooks. This might prompt the logical question of "am I crocheting." The answer would be, "no." I know how to crochet, and on occasion I feel the urge, but it generally passes quickly - long before I've even gone in search of yarn.

But this made me think about all the things we learn to do in our lives. It's quite astonishing, really. Each of us has developed hundreds, maybe thousands, of skills that we think nothing about. Dare I say, we take them for granted.

Think about all we learn to do in just the first couple of years. We go from helpless to walking in just about 12 months, and to talking in another 12. Those are not small accomplishments by any means.

In just a few more short years we can read and write, and somewhere along the way critical thinking enters the picture. We learn to develop relationships with others and start to find our way in the world.

Amazing all the things these three pounds of gray matter can do.

Take just a minute and think about all the things you know how to do. Some things we learn through osmosis - like language, and some we learn through diligent effort.

I was surprised at the disparate things on my list. I can crochet and I can shoot a gun for example. I don't know that I do either particularly well, although I'm guessing I may be better with a gun than a crochet hook. Fortunately, my daily life doesn't call for either of those skills much.
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Sunday, April 05, 2009

Moon Rock for the Touching



That's a sliver of moon rock you can touch at a special exhibit at the Cosmosphere through Monday.

This is lunar sample 70215.11, and one of only seven pieces of moon rock that are available for the public to touch. This fragment weighs about 7/10 of an ounce. It came from a rock that weighed more than 16 pounds. It's 3.75 billion years old - older than most rocks on Earth, just in case you were keeping track.



This NASA traveling exhibit is in a small trailer parked beside the Cosmosphere's front door. It contains information on the space program's mission to go to the Moon, Mars and Beyond.

It's ingenious, really. You can read some exhibits, touch the rock, and have an opportunity to get a free photo that looks like you're in a space suit on the moon, Saturn, or other far-flung locales.

The rock is under a small piece of plastic. And don't get any ideas, it's very secure. The guys traveling from Houston with the exhibit tell me they do clean it every day so you're actually touching rock, not the residue from the last few thousand people who touched it.



July 20, 1969 was the first manned moon landing, so we'll celebrate the 40th anniversary soon. In the 13 years after that initial visit, we made six more landings, and collected 842 pounds of lunar samples. This one was collected by Astronaut Jack Schmitt in 1972, near where the lunar module landed during the last visit humans made to the moon on Apollo 17.

For those of us who grew up with the space program, it's encouraging to see a new generation experiencing some of that excitement.



I can't say this young lady was feeling the same excitement I did when I was about her age and went outside to look up at the moon, knowing there were men walking around on it for the first time, but I hope she's feeling something - a sense of excitement, possibilities, the thrill of exploration, or a new appreciation of science.

I love to see NASA doing these sorts of programs - not only because I got to touch a moon rock, but because it's a way to share the thrill of exploration with new generations as we prepare to return to the moon.

You can go touch the moon rock from 9-5 Monday, for free. After Monday they're headed on down the road. Don't miss it. 
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Doggie Easter Parade



This photo of my friend, Julie, sums up today's Doggie Easter Parade I think. It was windy. (see Julie's hair) People were having fun. (see Julie's smile) Dogs were generally uninterested, but accommodating. (see Gracie)

This afternoon Cause for Paws had their first ever Easter Parade and Egg Hunt for Dogs. Although I'm not a dog owner, I couldn't resist going. There was mention of dogs wearing Easter bonnets, but with the gale force winds today it was impossible.

There was one dog doing her best for the occasion, though.



There were little dogs like Max, whose ears could have made him airborne had his humans not held him tight.



And big dogs, who were affected by the wind, too.



The event got started with a dog parade...



Led by none other than the season's most important celebrity...



After the parade, Mayor Trish looked over the assembled troops and chose a king and queen. Some of the dogs understood the significance of this event and did their best to schmooze with the mayor.



Greg wanted a photo with one of the winners, Maile, who's royal subject is Pam Paulsen.



Maile could not be bothered to pose, having important royal functions to perform. We're not sure exactly what those are, but they precluded her from taking time out for a portrait sitting. Greg pursued her like a paparazzi for awhile, but finally gave up.

Photographers were finding much to interest them. Not only the Hutchinson News photographer, but also Bob and Greg, were trying to capture the memorable moments. Connie Johnson and I were snapping away too.



All of the festivities today were held at our new dog park. Every time I drive by there are lots of people there with their doggies, letting them run free. Even being uneducated about the ways of dogs, this seems like a really cool thing to me. I was happy to contribute my $2 at the door today.

The dog park is something Trish really wanted, as well as some other folks in town, including Donna Hessman.



After the parade, and the King and Queen coronation, there was an egg hunt. Of course, step one is hiding the eggs. We're taking some poetic license with "hiding" in this case. Kelly was one of the expert egg hiders, with the wind assisting in spreading them about.



The eggs had doggie treats inside. But, as you might expect, it was the job of the humans to procure the eggs for their dogs. Some were more patient than others.





All were "Blowin' in the Wind" all day long.







Once the humans had gathered the eggs, they had to work to keep them from blowing away. In this case, the dog was rushing in to make sure all the doggie treats were safe.



This family perfected the wind-blocking technique to search to see if they had any prize eggs.



It was a really fun afternoon, despite the wind.



Afterwards, we went into the new animal shelter to see the kitty condo decorating contest entrants. We stayed long enough for me to fall in love with a four year old kitty, Portobello, being held here by Hazel.



I did not bring him home, because I'm gone too much and a kitty would get lonely. But, if you are in need of a feline companion, he is adorable and a sweetie. He's playful and was content being held - the best of both worlds. I want him to have a wonderful, loving home.
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Saturday, April 04, 2009

Someone Should Stop Me



Someone should stop me from buying seeds, and planting seeds, and wanting more seeds. But no one has. And look what has happened.

This is only a small portion of the things I have planted. These are just the ones that are further along. I've had to add more lights and another table and have resorted to using baking dishes to hold plants. Yet, still, I haven't stopped.

Sharon - she would be the friend who happens to be a landscaper - tells me I have room for 20-40 plants in my front flower bed. Hmmmm... well.... if 40 is good then 340 must be better... right?

Something tells me I should listen to the woman who makes her living making people's flower beds look great. But something inside me wants to put in every single little plant.

Maybe this weekend I should start killing more grass in the back yard. I hate mowing it anyway, so this could be ideal - more room for plants and less grass to mow. Sounds like a win-win.

I've grown unnaturally attached to the seedlings. Every morning I pad into the sun porch and say "hello little plants" to the row after row of little baby green things. (They do not answer back, just in case you were wondering.)

I have seeds starting on the dining room table, by the kitchen sink, and on the kitchen cabinets. That's in addition to the multiple trays in the sunroom.

Tonight I was in a store I hadn't been to in awhile. And $3.61 later, I have five new packages of seeds - things I didn't have before.

Someone should stop me. Really.
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Friday, April 03, 2009

A Girl Can Look...

I wanted to show you photos of the beautiful baby plants I've been growing. Unfortunately, various computer entities are not cooperating tonight so that's impossible. I gave it the old college try, plus some, involving different programs, different computers, and other foolishness - but for the first time I haven't been able to find a workaround. So, look for them another day. I just don't have any more brain power to devote to it tonight.

Today was devoted to more work on the United Way logic models and other assorted things for our application that's due on Tuesday. This has been a massive undertaking for me and for the board committee working on it. Hopefully it will all be worth it. We are rethinking how we do everything and that, obviously, is taking some energy.

I have a busy day tomorrow and then I'm looking forward to the weekend. There won't be much rest during the weekend, but there will be fun.

Saturday morning I'm volunteering at the Underground Salt Museum, driving the little tram again. Then that afternoon I'm going to the doggie Easter parade. I don't have a dog. I don't want a dog. But I want to see other people's dogs dressed up in Easter bonnets and parading around. I'm not sure what that says about me - or about people who dress up their dogs - but I'm going anyway. I may never want to see it again. I may never be able to see it again because someone may see the folly of the whole thing. But Saturday afternoon I'm going to make sure I'm on hand to witness it.

Sunday is a flea market and an antique postcard and bottle show at the fairgrounds. I don't need any antique bottles or postcards, but a girl can look. Right? Sure. A girl can look. And who knows what treasures are going to be at the flea market - things that as I sit here tonight I don't even know exist and yet, somehow, I will be unable to live without come Sunday afternoon. It's magic, I tell you.

Well, off to bed for me. Working on logic models hurts my brain in ways I can't even begin to describe with mere words. It needs to rest. And so do I.
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Thursday, April 02, 2009

Goals

Some people have goals for the year or the next five years. My goal is to get through the next two weeks and get everything done that simply must be done. I feel overwhelmed by it all.

I want to have time to live life, not just to sustain life. Seems so much of our time is spent just getting this thing done so we can get that thing done and on and on and on. There must be better ways to live. I need to find one. Quickly.
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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Scientist Dr. Russell Vreeland in Hutchinson



Scientist Dr. Russell Vreeland is Director of the Ancient Biomaterials Institute at West Chester University in Pennsylvania. He and colleagues discovered 250 million year old bacteria still alive inside a drop of water in a salt crystal a few years ago. It is the oldest living thing on Earth. The Kansas Underground Salt Museum has an exhibit about the discovery.

Dr. Vreeland has been in Hutchinson for a few days. On Sunday night he gave a presentation for Kansas Underground Salt Museum staff and volunteers. Monday at noon he gave a patron's only Dillon Lecture.

This field of studying ancient biomaterials is about 100 years old. Sunday night he told us the first paper about finding an organism in salt was published in 1900 about a sample from Poland. In 1960 there were three papers, one from Europe and the other two by researchers from Wichita State University, who referenced finding the organisms in a mine about an hour north - the Hutchinson mine. So, the first two organisms isolated in North America were from the Hutchinson mine. Since 1990 there have been 66 papers published, so this is a growing field.



The importance of microbes to life cannot be underestimated. On Monday he pointed out that if we all died, the microbes would experience a minor disruption, but "if microbes all died, we'd die in six months."

Microbes are everywhere - they live in rock in Antarctica and in the Gobi desert. Monday he showed a photo of a pure acid cave in California, saying that if you put your unprotected hand in it you'd have no skin or bones left in 30 seconds. But microbes live there.

To give people a sense of the size of these organisms, Dr. Vreeland gave the example that a million of them, end to end, would make a meter, which is roughly 39 inches. He joked Sunday night, "Bacteria invented us as carriers because we get them around better."

They are tiny, but a powerful reminder of how interconnected life is. Dr. Vreeland pointed out Sunday night that, "When you're underground, you're walking around in the guarantee that there will always be life on this planet." He said Monday, "Extinctions happen, but life survives."

Dr. Vreeland said Monday that, "Rocks are Earth's gene bank." It's another reason for the Microbial Ecologists Credo - "There is no life on Earth. It is the Earth that is alive."

During both presentations he discussed various instances of this science being used. In 2002, the leg bone of a T Rex was discovered - not a fossil - but a bone that contained soft tissue, blood cells, etc. They learned T Rex is related to chickens. In 2007 in Mexico a frog was found preserved in amber - the whole frog. In 2005 researchers mapped the entire genome of the Woolly Mammoth. He said Sunday night, "The woolly mammoth may be the first organism ever brought back from extinction." He said its place in the ecosystem has never been replaced, so it would not be a problem ecologically.



Using the techniques of this science, researchers now know what Neanderthals looked like, and it's not very different than how we look today. They also know they did not have black hair, but red and blonde. They spoke like us, and some even had speech impediments.

He also talked about a fossil in an Australian museum. A researcher looked into the mouth of a Devonian era fish and saw there were nerves and muscles holding the jaw in place - even after 400 million years. One of the important things about this is that it tells us we can no longer pinpoint age by degradation.

The bacterium Dr. Vreeland discovered is commonly found in the salt from that era, but he and his colleagues were the first to isolate it and prove it was still alive. He was working with a geologist, Dr. Dennis Powers, and Vreeland said Monday he felt they were guided to that spot where they selected the crystals that had the organism. He said, "This little organism taught me more about the love of God than anything else."

In a May 2008 interview when the Hutchinson exhibit opened, Dr. Vreeland said, "The feeling we had when we saw it was not pride. It was humility. We've given it its opportunity and that's all. I feel humble every time I look at it."

He continued during that interview by saying, "I don't care what your beliefs are, there's no way we can look at ourselves and thump our chests looking at that. That is the oldest living thing on earth. Here's an organism that was alive 100 million years before the dinosaurs, you've got to respect it."

They have proven that the bacteria can sense when they are in danger of the water evaporating, which would kill them. So, in salt water they will flock to an area where a crystal is forming and go to the inside edge so the crystal forms around them and they are safely encased in the water droplet inside the salt crystal. He said Sunday that when people are on tours underground, and get to pick up a piece of salt as a souvenir, that they might well have something that's alive after 270 million years.



He spoke about how the museum can instill an excitement about science in children. We now know, thanks to Robert Ballard, that children who get really excited about science at junior high age or earlier have an 80% chance to going on to a career in science. If it's high school before a kid gets excited about science there's only a 15% chance. He said Sunday, "we could make the next generation of Nobel prize winners."

They know the bacteria is 250 million years old because that's how old the salt surrounding the water droplet they're in is. So, because they know the salt formed around the water with the organism in it, they know the organism is the same age as the salt.

The Hutchinson Salt Member is about 270 million years old. Dr. Vreeland took samples from here last year, and more on this visit, and is just now starting to research them. He and his students have found DNA in the samples and are now incubating more than 100 crystals from Hutchinson, but it takes four months for the cultures to grow so it will be awhile before we know if there are living organisms in the salt. Other preliminary findings are exciting, but Dr. Vreeland asked not to have anything more published until it is proven, and I'm certainly going to honor that request.



He said Monday that one of the things he's excited about from the Hutchinson mine is looking at the red spots in salt crystal. He suspects the red may be a remnant of microbes. Historically there are accounts of red salt, and microbes can make the surface of water appear red. He thinks maybe the red indicates the presence of microbes, but he can't prove it yet.

He wasn't able to get a good sample from New Mexico to study that, but in Hutchinson he did. The salt layer in New Mexico was formed from water of the Pacific ocean, but the salt here was left when water from the Atlantic ocean evaporated. He said the samples from Hutchinson have some of the typical crystals in which they found the bacteria.



People often ask if there is any danger to people from these bacteria and there is not. As Dr. Vreeland said Sunday night, "We don't have enough salt for them. Neither does the ocean." Besides that, pathogens have to co-form along with the thing they harm and there were no humans around 270 million years ago. And, an organism that can harm humans is killed by salt, which is why salt is used for things like beef jerky.

Dr. Vreeland will be returning to Hutchinson for more samples at a later date.
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