Random Brain Bits - A Collection of Misc. Thoughts

Man's Best Friend?

2011-06-28T10:51:00.001-04:00

Throughout history the dog has always enjoyed the lofty title as “man’s best friend.” Always glad to see his master, always ready to protect him, always faithful. A friend no matter what.

Last summer we had dreamy visions of how a puppy would bring our family such enjoyment. A cute little female yellow lab mix would be perfect. Our family would give her plenty of attention, and she would be the faithful family dog for many years to come. And we would all cry and be devastated when she was no longer with us. With these ideal images in our heads, Yeller became part of our family.

It was hard for the kids to play with her at first because she would bite and chew on them. But it was only the “puppy stage” we were sure. We got chew toys and bones for her to chew on, but that didn’t seem to make much difference. She will grow out of it we told ourselves, and the kids would just need to be firm with her. It would be fine.

Soon the kids were too boring for her, and she set her sights on things like the dryer vent, a drain cover, siding, pipe insulation on the air conditioner, the grill brush, the grill cover, the swing, any toys left outside, or any random arms or legs that came close to her. A child’s ear was once the target as well. Putting hot sauce on the items worked for a little bit, but you can’t put hot sauce on a child’s arm. Her chew toys she left alone. I would give her bones, but those she would bury in the garden or flowerbed, then re-bury them over and over again so that no one would steal them. These activities led to much sighing and exasperation on our part. She would grow out of it we kept saying. We would be able to train her, we were sure of it. It would be worth it.

Yeller is now one year old, and looks just like a miniature version of a yellow lab. Except she is missing the brains. About twice a week I tell my wife that the time has come for us to give up on her, and admit that she (Yeller) is just plain stupid. Mercy has prevailed so far, and she has stayed here despite my threats.

My wife’s grandma gave us a beautiful rose bush; and after much debate and head scratching about where to put it, we planted it in the backyard, close to the deck. One morning, I looked out the back door and asked her if she had decided to move the rose bush. She assured me that she had not moved it from the designated spot. The spot was dug up as if someone had used a shovel to remove the bush. I decided to investigate. My theory was that Yeller had dug it up, dragged it out into the yard, and left it somewhere. I expected to find the bush lying around after Yeller discovered the thorny qualities of the bush. A quick scan of the premises did not show any rose bush lying around. Surely it would be behind the playhouse, or under the deck where Yeller likes to cool off on the hot summer days. Nothing. I did find a couple of small leaves in the grass close to where she had dragged the bush out of the flowerbed. The plastic tag describing the missing plant lay there too as evidence of foul play. After walking through the yard searching diligently, I found the story. What I found was about a foot in length with half of it being the root. Yeller had eaten the rose bush. The whole thing. Flowers, thorns, leaves, branches, everything. Except the tag and the root.

The snack had not been without sacrifice. The right side of her mouth had a large area of dried blood. It was of little consolation. I stuck the remaining root/branch through her collar, so she could think about it for a while. With the seemingly small quantity of brain in her head, I doubt the stick in her collar did much good.

I still hold on to the hope that Yeller will eventually respond to our efforts of training her. She will grow out of it. I am sure that she will become “man’s best friend.” Or maybe it will be like the old saying, “With friends like this, who needs enemies?”

The Frugality of Gardening

2011-04-05T11:04:00.000-04:00

Plant a garden they say. Or raise chickens in your backyard. Compost, re-use, recycle. Preserve your own food. Be green and save money. Thriftiness and frugality are in style. There is advice everywhere on how to do these things.

And so I have bought into it; partly to save money, and partly because I enjoy it. Last year, I decided to build a raised bed for a garden. Of course, it had to be just right, and the materials were not cheap. But I forged on with thoughts of baskets full of vegetables at harvest. The most frugal thing about the garden was the free tomato plants I scored. Those tomato plants did very well. I had also purchased two other tomato plants from a greenhouse, and only one survived. The pepper plants I bought died too. The cucumber plant produced five small fruits until it gave up, and the carrots, lettuce, and spinach didn’t even make an appearance. The garden became the neighborhood litter box for all the local cats (there are lots of them). I tried Critter Ridder, fertilizer, regular watering, prayer, encouraging the plants, yelling at the plants, and various other proven growing methods. Nothing seemed to help, so we had a garden full of tomatoes. Very expensive tomatoes on free plants.

So this is a new year and hope springs anew. We have acquired a dog since last spring, and she is quite effective in keeping the cats out of the yard. I need to learn to be equally effective in keeping the dog out of the garden. I am thinking that keeping one dog out of the garden may be easier than keeping 20 cats out of their old litter box. Last year I saved seeds from my favorite (free) tomato plants. I am trying to start my own plants inside this year instead of buying them at a greenhouse, but my hopes are dwindling since I keep forgetting to water them.

In my experience gardening and frugality have not gone hand in hand. I think I could save money by just buying produce locally. It gets frustrating when things don’t grow and produce as planned, but the hope that comes with the warmer weather, the joy of working outside, and dreams of a bountiful harvest, will keep me trying again each year. I have a feeling though that this will be the year…

Once In a Lifetime

2010-12-31T14:51:00.002-05:00

Once in a lifetime – such an over-used phrase. “A once in a lifetime sale, opportunity, event, etc.!” Advertisers love to use that phrase excessively to hype their products. There are only a limited number of actual once in a lifetime events or opportunities - births, deaths, weddings, funerals, graduations and such. It is most unusual to experience two such events at the same time. Several months ago I had the opportunity to experience exactly that, two once in a lifetime events. And I lived to tell about it.

It began with a blind date in the spring, and ended with a wedding in the fall, my brother-in-law being the groom. In the spring, several family members set up the blind date, and all went well. The couple had a great time, and made arrangements to see each other again. Things went well again, and again, and again, and again…you get the drift. Many trips were made from Ohio to Texas. And then came the realization that the rest of the family would need to make a trip to Texas for a wedding.

To fly or to drive, that was the question. Personally, for the six members of our household, we decided we would drive. Some people had made the drive in 17 hours. That seemed reasonable, and with the price of airline tickets, it just made sense. Oh! And what if we would rent a large van, fill it with more family, and make memories that last a lifetime!

And so was hatched the fateful plan to put 12 people in a 15 passenger van, and travel around, oh, let’s say 2500 miles. That sounds like fun! And so we did. Three preschoolers, four adults, and six youth, in a confined space. No overnight accommodations, we were traveling the whole way in one shot, because that’s how we roll. It wouldn’t be so bad.

We got an enclosed, locking box to attach to the hitch of the van for extra luggage space. That didn’t quite carry everything, so we strapped an ice chest on top of that. We would soon discover that all weight back there would make for an interesting driving experience, not only for the driver, but for all the passengers as well. The van would dance and weave to the beat of a different drummer, as the driver would try to corral it between the lines, all while appearing calm, as if everything was normal. He would get it under control, and then the next semi would come roaring past, sending the van into its next series of gleeful swerving. As a passenger, it was hard to relax, especially after dark when it was time to sleep. As a driver, it was stressful and tiring trying to keep the van under control. A little bit of rain added another dimension to the mix, but thankfully it didn’t last long. We were only a couple of hours into the trip, when one of the kids expressed all of our thoughts by asking, "Are we in Africa yet, I mean, Texas?"

The next issue was lack of planning from the parents of the preschoolers. It seems that they forgot to make each one go to the bathroom every time a stop was made. This resulted in several extra, unplanned stops, much to the chagrin of the other passengers. Then of course, there was the normal complaining that comes from sitting in a car seat for an extended period of time. Also, every spare inch of the van was cluttered with luggage, blankets, pillows, books, ipods, snacks, and various other items designed to distract us on this un-ending journey.

We did eventually get there after what seemed like several years. Actually it took us 22 hours.

We were able to have an enjoyable time while we were in Texas, and the couple is happily married. We broke up our trip home with an overnight stay, so we never reached the levels of despair we had previously experienced. We also had less weight in our luggage box in the back, and the van ceased its happy dance, much to our delight.

It was a trip that needed to be made, and a wedding we were privileged to attend. If such a situation were to occur again, I hope we would be wiser now in choosing our method of travel.

I truly hope this was a once in a lifetime event.

That Day

2010-09-11T07:23:00.000-04:00

Nine years. Has it really been that long? It seems like just last year. Has it only been that long? It seems like a lifetime ago. September 11, 2001. Everyone remembers exactly what they were doing when they heard the news, who they were with, the eerie feeling in the pit of their stomach, etc. There are very few events of this magnitude in a person’s lifetime.

Looking back, I realize that I may soon forget some of the details of my own September 11^th story, unless I take the time to write them down. My story begins in April 2001, when I moved to New York City (Brooklyn). My parents and girlfriend came along with me that first weekend, and we took the opportunity to do some sightseeing. This included going to the top of the World Trade Center. This would be my only visit inside the towers. From the glass in the observation area, I took a picture straight down. I would later look at this photo, and imagine what it would feel like to decide to jump out from that height.

My job in New York involved delivering books to various retail locations throughout New York City, Connecticut, New Jersey, and upstate New York. My schedule had me going to Manhattan on Mondays and Tuesdays of each week.

Tuesday September 11, 2001 dawned a beautiful, clear sunny day. It was Primary Day in New York City, with the mayor’s race being the main subject in the news. As I recall, our day started around 7:00 AM. Our route that day was known as “North Manhattan” and consisted of about 8 stores located between 14^th St. and 96^th St. mostly on the east side of Manhattan. We crossed the Williamsburg Bridge, and went to our first store, on First Ave. near 23^rd St. Our next two stores were located on or near 14^th St. We were just getting done with these stores when the first plane slammed into the World Trade Center. My co-worker, remembers hearing a noise, but not thinking much about it since we were in a city filled with constant noise. At this point, we were about 1.5 – 2 miles (as the crow flies) away from towers. We got into our van and drove north towards our next store at 75^th St. and 1^st Ave. We were unaware of anything that was going on. Parking at the next location was hard to find, so I dropped off my colleague and circled around the block to find parking. I flipped on the radio as I spotted a parking spot along 1^st Ave. The time was 9AM. They were talking about an airplane that had hit the World Trade Center and how downtown was a traffic nightmare. I assumed they were talking about an amateur pilot in a little Cessna who had gotten lost or was too busy looking at the scenery, and had inadvertently smacked the tower. It was only when they started talking about a second airplane that was heading for the towers that I realized the magnitude of what was taking place. I quickly did my parallel parking routine and rushed into the store we were delivering to. As I crossed First Avenue, I looked south to see smoke rising above the skyline. We were too far north to see the towers themselves, but the smoke was very much visible. I informed my co-worker what had happened, and the store employees turned on the TVs to see what was going on. What just happened!? We were shocked. The only thing we knew to do was to keep on working. As we left, I had the presence of mind to buy a cheap disposable camera. We didn’t know what we should do, so we continued north to our next store. While we were working there, we spoke to our manager in Pennsylvania. He said he would contact our families to let them know we were ok, and told us to wrap it up and head for home. Neither of my parents were home, so he was unable to reach them. I called my girlfriend, told her we were ok, and that we may try to get closer to see what we could see. Things were mostly quiet in the area where we were, except for the occasional siren, which was typical a sound anywhere in New York City. We spoke several times with another co-worker, who was working by himself in the Bronx. He was also stopping for the day. We finished at the store and drove west toward Central Park.

We headed south on Fifth Ave. hanging on to every word of WCBS 880. Our minds were swimming. Both towers were hit, the Pentagon was on fire, there were unaccounted airplanes out there somewhere, all the bridges and tunnels were closed…the bad news seemed endless. And it would not end for a while. We continued driving, not knowing what we were going to do. The commentators on the radio interrupted with an excited voice saying that one of the towers had fallen. My heart sank with it. In all the horror of the day, this was the worst. It had not entered my mind that they would fall. I had no words. My mind raced. One of the towers had fallen. Would the other one stand, or was it doomed as well? Was this just the beginning, or the end? These were the landmarks, the points of reference for Manhattan. Every time we went into the City, my eyes were drawn to the twin towers. They were my compass in the City.

We drove south far enough that we started getting into traffic. Every bridge and tunnel was closed, and Manhattan being an island, that was a problem for us. We crossed through Central Park, and found parking near 68^th St. on the west side of Manhattan. We had no choice but to walk. And walk we did. We walked down to Times Square to see what the news tickers were saying. The streets were eerily silent. People were huddled in groups listening to a radio or watching a portable tv. Everyone seemed to be in a state of shock. We came into Times Square and watched the breaking reports on the big screens. When they reported another airplane that was still un-accounted for, we decided Times Square was not the place to be.

Meanwhile, my parents still had not heard anything from me. Making phone calls became impossible. All the circuits were completely jammed making our cell phones useless. Landlines and pay phones were no different, no one could get through. Close to noon, our manager finally got hold of my Dad at his job, and told him I was ok. My girlfriend had not heard from me since before the towers fell, and she remembered that we were trying to get closer.

From Times Square we walked south on a deserted Broadway. Never before or after have I seen New York streets so deserted. We walked all the way down to Delancey St. All the streets south of there were barricaded and we could get no further. There we saw emergency vehicles covered in dust. We walked across the Williamsburg Bridge in a sea of humanity. Looking back at Manhattan from the crest of the bridge gave one an ominous feeling. Smoke was billowing from the site of the twin towers, battle ships were parked in the bay, and fighter jets were circling the skies. It looked like a scene from a movie, unlike anything I had seen before in real life. I was in a war zone. Like a refugee, trying to get away. The magnitude of it all started to grip me. Our sense of security and innocence had been ripped away in several moments. I am sure the Statue of Liberty had tears in her eyes.

On the Brooklyn side of the Williamsburg Bridge, the local Jewish communities had rows of tables set up and were distributing bottles of water and snacks. There were rows of city buses, and they were packed. We stood on the front step right inside the door. After walking 7 miles, we were just glad to have transportation. By late afternoon, the trains in Brooklyn started running again, and we got back to our apartment around 4:30. We spent the rest of the day watching footage and news reports. The full impact of everything started soaking in, and I realized this was a day I would never forget. I was able to get hold of my family and my girlfriend and assure them I was ok.

We had the next day off as well. It took some time for the numbness to wear off. The new reality was here. Our delivery vehicles were searched at every bridge and tunnel. Everyone was more watchful and on edge. Patriotic displays were everywhere. Many tourist attractions were closed indefinitely. Downtown was a traffic disaster, and we didn’t do any deliveries south of Canal Street for about two months. We saw cars parked, covered in dust, whose owners' never came back.

In the weeks and months that followed we slowly adjusted to the new normal. Our innocence and naivety were stripped, our vulnerability was exposed. Our landmarks were gone. Forever. Never the same. A deep sense of sadness and loss was still there, but we knew that as a city, as a nation, we had banded together. We were closer. We were stronger. We were scarred and battered, but we were better. Forever. Never the same.

Goodbye, For Now

2010-08-14T11:05:00.006-04:00

I hate goodbyes. Mostly when I have too much time to think about them. With too much time, I start getting sentimental and reflective, and it puts me in a melancholy mood for a while. Quick and unexpected are the best goodbyes for me. No thinking, just goodbye. And that is why I don’t understand my urge to write this goodbye post. I have never said this goodbye before. Maybe the heat of the summer is getting to me, or I am just being sentimental again.

I am saying my goodbyes to Summer. It has been nice to have you around, but I know that you need to go away soon.

We tend to cram August full with activities, so much so that it is October before we realize that summer is over. August is the “Do All The Things That You Were Going To Do All Summer But Have Not Taken The Time Yet” month. Do some camping, go to the zoo, finish the outdoor projects that were started in April, go fishing, grill, go to the fair, have a cookout, and all the other similar things. We have done lots of these things this summer, yet with August here, we feel the need to maximize the short time of summer that we have left.

So my sentimental, reflective side takes over in a review of the summer. We added more animals to our “farm” this year. In April we brought home some fuzzy little chicks (all pullets we were told). Over the months, they have grown into full grown chickens. There was a time when their pen had some places where they could get out. The kids became quite skilled in chasing them down, catching them, and getting them back into their pen. One of the chickens has developed a different body type, and has started crowing in the morning. We are assuming that the feed store gave us a rooster, and that we do not have a cross dressing pullet. So the chickens have added action to our place, in addition to the rabbits who continue to reproduce each month without fail. So far, the record longevity for the baby rabbits has been 1 week. There is always next month. And the kids have enjoyed the animals. All except taking care of them of course. That is now officially Dad’s job. Just like I figured. Once the chickens start laying eggs, they may gather them for a week or so before it is solely my job again. I have never thought of chickens as pets, but the kids enjoy them. They have gone as far as giving them rides on the baby swing. And the chickens don’t seem to mind too much.

Memorial Day weekend we went camping with some friends. The most eventful night was when one of the kids fell out through the side of the camper in the middle of the night. Thankfully there were no injuries.

And then there is the garden project. After my experience with container gardening, I decided to build a raised bed garden this year. I got a late start, but my resolve was strong. I built the bed and filled it with dirt, compost, cow manure, and potting soil. I would give my plants the best possible chance of survival. I planted tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, carrots, lettuce, and spinach. I carefully watered and fertilized the bare dirt with dreams of giant vegetables by the bushels. Reality came by and crashed into my dreams. I pulled one of the tomato plants due to its lack of interest. I have one carrot, and two lettuce plants. The pepper plants were pulled as well after most of their leaves fell off. The cucumbers and the rest of the tomatoes have made up the empty spaces. One of the tomato plants has gone out of control. It has grown over the top of its cage and spread its vines over all the other tomato plants. It is the ruler of the garden, the conqueror of the cages. So I have had mixed results. The lettuce, spinach, and carrots were doomed when the neighbor’s cats decided to use the area as a litter box. I still don’t know what the problem was with the pepper plants. I have bought a product to spread over the garden to keep the cats out. We will see how the fall planting of lettuce turns out.

As the heat of summer burns out, the final camping trip is planned, the cookouts are done, and the last burnt hot dog is eaten, football season will distract us long enough to let winter slip right in. And then is when we fondly remember those 90º scorchers, that day at the zoo, the swinging chicken, the times with friends, the daylight until 9:30, the grilled fare, the ferris wheel ride, a picnic in the park. And my heart will be a little sad. So Summer, leave if you must, but return as quickly as you can, and stay a little longer next time.

Chicago

2010-07-14T17:01:00.002-04:00

So my resolution to post once a month has long ago been broken. If normal is only a setting on your washer, I have been stuck between permanent press and the spin cycle. It seems summer started yesterday and will be over tomorrow.

One highlight of every summer is our wedding anniversary. We generally try to get away for a night or two, and this year’s destination of choice was Chicago. Being on a shoestring budget, we spent most of the weekend using public transportation, since less than $6 could buy a 24 hr. transit pass. The first day started out clear and sunny, absolutely perfect tourist weather. Just so everyone would know that we were tourists, we got on a double-decker tour bus (hop on, hop off style) and rode around looking at the sights. We got off in the Magnificent Mile area, and spent some time walking around looking at all the magnificent places to shop. The most magnificent thing was the sales tax, the highest rate in the nation. We did indulge in one chocolate laced milkshake (one for the price of two), which we shared. We went into the American Girl doll store, where I made a mental note never to let my daughters enter. We got back on the next tour bus, and of course, sat on top again. As we headed for the Willis Tower (Sears Tower) the clear skies started to cloud up. A few sprinkles were felt, and the tour guide pulled out the complimentary ponchos (plastic bags with holes in the appropriate areas). The wind picked up, and we soon decided this was not just a passing shower. The sky to the west was an ominous shade of dark gray with some lightning accenting the foreboding clouds. We donned our ponchos, and held on tight against the gusting winds. Loud claps of thunder added to the chaos. Then came the monsoon. The ponchos kept us partially dry, but as the rain and wind came heavier, they were about as effective as spitting on a bonfire. I was able to use it to keep the camera dry at least. By the time we came to our stop, we had driven two blocks in stop-and-go traffic in a full blown thunder storm. We were soaked to the core. We later found out that this storm had knocked out power to hundreds of thousands in the area, and had blown out windows in some downtown skyscrapers, including the Willis Tower.

We got on the train and rode back to within a mile of our motel. We were going to take the bus to our motel, but after waiting 15 minutes we decided to walk the rest of the way. So being soaking wet, grumpy, covered in plastic, and walking an extra mile in a drizzle was not the storybook picture we had in mind for celebrating our anniversary.

In spite of the surprise shower, missed buses, a lost transit card, and various other unhandy events, we had a wonderful time. The good parts of the trip far outweighed the bad. Being able to overlook the other’s mistakes/errors, and having a sense of humor when your socks and underwear are wet, goes a long way in maintaining a good marriage. The events of Friday could have easily set a sour tone for the weekend, but as in other times of our lives, my wife’s positive outlook made the unpleasant times bearable. I am beginning to believe the old timers when they say that their marriage gets better as they get older. At seven years in, I feel the same way. Even in my wet socks

Mr. Mom

2010-03-23T14:20:00.004-04:00

As parents of three preschool girls, there comes a time when a break is needed by the primary caregiver. These events leave me alone with the girls at times, so I revert to the emergency backup plan. This is a proven plan that works to divert the girls' attention from the absence of their mother, and make me look like a hero of significant magnitude. Stop number one is a McDonalds where they have a large indoor playground. This step is crucial to success. However, I have learned that for this plan to work successfully, one must not only have an exciting event in the beginning, but also have something left for the end.

This plan allows for some routine errand running, etc. in between the high points of the evening. Recently, I was even able to get them excited to go to Lowes (they have carts that look like race cars). After our evening out, I had one more trick up my sleeve – a slumber party. We moved the beds and air mattress around for our party in the girls' room and had our snack of grapes and cheese curls. Another key to success is getting them good and tired before attempting to settle down to sleep. Pop in a movie, and they all fall asleep before it is over. The plan worked to perfection and a good time was had by all.

These events provide plenty of humorous/embarrassing moments, such as taking all the girls to the bathroom. A man is standing at a urinal, and to be sure everyone is being polite, one of the girls loudly informs the others, “don’t stand there and stare at him!” He quickly leaves without looking at anyone. Later, we are playing Memory and one declares that she “is the best Memory player in the world.” Hmm! Maybe we should cut back on the compliments. Once we were checking out at the library, when one of them noticed the clerk’s tattoos. The question was asked (very loudly I might add), “Daddy, why did he write on himself?” Oh for a hole to crawl into.

Injury is always a concern. I am currently nursing a burn on my elbow from a twisty, tubular slide I went down. Mostly though, I am nursing a bruised ego.

February (from a Northerner’s perspective)

2010-02-04T15:06:00.002-05:00

Everyone must hate February. The poor selection of holidays should be our first clue. Groundhog Day, President’s Day, Valentine’s Day.

Just how drunk were the ones that came up Groundhog Day? I can picture two guys at a bar in some cold state like Michigan or Minnesota, getting bored with the long winter nights. They finally run out of things to talk about, and decide to invent a holiday. Think about this. A groundhog is considered a pest in most places. A groundhog hibernates from October to March or April. February is a boring month. Winter is cold. People are crazy. Combine all that, and ta-da – you have Groundhog Day!

As month of the year go, February is the third verse of a hymn. That month you really want to skip and get on with things. January has some leftover excitement of the holidays, and winter is just starting to get old, but then comes February and you are smack dab in the middle of winter with no quick exit. March has hopes of spring, and shows us glimpses of it, but February is firmly mired in the snow, cold, rain, mud cycle of winter.

President’s Day is nice for federal employees who get an extra Monday off. For the rest of us, it is just another day when we bundle up to go get the mail, and as we look into the empty mailbox, we remember that indeed it is February and we should have worn more clothes to go outside, and oh, today is President’s Day, and there is no mail service. Bummer!

Since everyone is staying inside in February, Hallmark decided that Valentine’s Day would be an excellent way to improve profits. A husband/boyfriend dare not forget Valentine’s Day. It’s not like he can go outside and hang out in the back yard until things quiet down again. He has to face the music if he forgets. He must get the card, chocolate, roses, and wouldn’t you know, Hallmark has it all. He can even pickup a teddy bear as a bonus while he shops. For those who are not in the husband/boyfriend category, Valentine’s Day is a bummer enough without going to Hallmark.

If life offered a fast forward and rewind button, my Februarys would be even shorter.

Car Insurance

2010-01-14T14:42:00.001-05:00

Everywhere I turn, I am bombarded by their advertising. There is a giant green lizard on a billboard telling me how much money I can save by switching my car insurance. The glossy ad in a magazine shows how great this company’s agents are, so great that you would want them as your neighbor. Are you in good hands, another asks? We are reminded how short life is by another well-intentioned company. Billboards, mailings, newspapers, magazines, tv, radio, internet, no means of advertising is overlooked by the insurance industry.

I researched my annual auto insurance costs. I pay a whopping $180 per year to insure my vehicle. The green lizard with a British accent says I could save $27/year (15%) for 15 minutes of my time. So that would take my car insurance down to $153. After switching to Geico, I would switch to Allstate. According to Allstate’s advertising, they save Geico customers an average of $581/yr. If they want to send me $428/yr., I will not turn it down. If I want someone who is on my side, Nationwide says they can help. Plus, by switching to Nationwide, they can save me up to $523/yr. Cha-Ching! That would bring my yearly car insurance income to $951. Next up are the good neighbors. State Farm says their average savings is $489/yr. Things are looking up. I can always use an extra $1440/yr.

Now if I can only find 100 more auto insurance companies to switch to, I can retire.

The Fountain of Youth

2009-11-20T08:30:00.002-05:00

“Life is short, stay awake for it”

(Caribou Coffee cup)

Every November since 1937, my father has had a birthday. This year it will 72 years. Ever since I have known him, he has been an early riser. Dad was often the last one to bed in the evening and easily the first one up in the morning. His average rising time was/is around 4am. I don’t think he ever used an alarm clock either (or a pillow for that matter). This quality/genetic defect did not get passed on to me.

I would guess Dad’s average night consists of 5 hours of sleep. Most experts recommend that adults get 7-8 hours of sleep per day. Let’s be conservative and say that he has gained 2 hours every day since the age of 18. The numbers are staggering. 2,365,200 extra minutes; 39,420 extra hours; 1642.50 extra days; 234.64 extra weeks, 54.75 extra months, 4.5 extra years.

Rip Van Winkle he is not. Dad inadvertently found the fountain of youth. Many people try to add years to their life through exercise, diet, etc. If they do add years to their life, those years are tacked on to the end of their life. Dad’s method added years to the prime of his life, and who of us would not want that? It is the ideal fountain of youth, although the medical community does not endorse it.

Dad has not wasted that extra time either. He has used that time to compose music, write poetry, write high school curriculum on various subjects, and become an expert in the field of education. I have always wondered how he had the time to do everything he did, but now I know. His life is an inspiration to me.

So I will wish him a happy 72^nd birthday knowing he has lived 76 years worth of life.

Maybe I will stop using a pillow as well.

Pets

2009-10-28T16:52:00.001-04:00

Baseball has the Steroid Era. The earth has the Ice Age. American muscle cars defined the auto industry in the late 60’s to early 70’s. The list is endless. Families have “stages” as well. It seems that our family has entered the “Pet Era.”

This era dawned anew in July with the arrival of three kittens – Rocky, Whiskers, and Pete. Rocky, being the adventurous one, decided the neighbor’s porch is a wonderful place to hang out. His influential personality soon convinced his siblings to join him in his daring escapades. It paid off for them, since the neighbors fell in love with them, let them into their house (along with their 15 cats), fed them, and gave them a warm place to sleep. We tried our best to woo them back, but to no avail. Our outdoor accommodations were no contest to the personal suite they had access to.

In September the rabbits arrived. Two of them, one black, one gray. Two females (we hope). The greatest thing ever (since the kittens). We did better with the accommodations this time. We set up the cage, and I built a nice box for them, as well as a frame to hold their dishes. Excitement was running high. They were well fed and cared for. For about two days. Now our daughter and I have a daily exchange that goes something like this:

Me: “Did you feed the rabbits today?”

She: “No. There were too many ladybugs outside and my boots are muddy.” (or similar excuses/variations)

Me: “I’ll go out with you now.”

She: “Well, I need to brush my baby’s hair, and it is cold outside.” (or similar excuses/variations)

She: “You can just go feed them without me.”

After 5-10 minutes of discussion, we go out and feed them.

Once it starts snowing and getting really cold, this will become a half hour process I am afraid. And I will do it myself.

Maybe the neighbors would like a couple of rabbits?

Maybe several chickens would be nice pets for us…or a pet rock.

Lazy Man's Garden Part II

2009-09-30T17:02:00.002-04:00

“You get what you pay for.”

“There is no such thing as a free lunch.”

Both of these sayings apply to my garden this year. In a previous post I chronicled my gardening life, and my wonderful idea this year for maximum gardening enjoyment with minimal maintenance efforts (container gardening). It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Things started out perfectly. I filled my containers with potting soil. Later, I noticed the bag said, “Not For Use In Containers!” I was sure this was talking about other containers and not the kind I was using (old softener salt barrels and 5 gallon buckets). My plants grew beautifully. I fertilized, watered (sometimes), and pruned. One of my tomato plants was especially impressive. Ha ha, “Not For Use In Containers!” Ha ha! Even the carrots grew, despite the way they were treated by the invading cats. The weeding was easy and minimal. Low maintenance, high yield, perfect!

Except for the high yield part. As the plants began to produce, I noticed something; the size and quantity of the vegetables was quite a bit smaller than usual. The four tomato plants gave us enough to keep a fresh supply on hand, the peppers…well, we got about three peppers per plant. We had enough pole beans for one meal (about 4 servings), and the carrots were eaten before they made the refrigerator.

Container gardening is convenient and low maintenance, and best suited for the person who only wants a few fresh items throughout the summer. If you are expecting to do any preserving, container gardening is not for you.

I don’t know if the wrong soil made the difference or the size of the containers. My theory is that the size of the containers limited the size of the plants. For example, if you put a goldfish in a bowl, it stays small; however, put that goldfish in pond and you will soon have a sizeable fish. Thus, what is true for a goldfish must be true of a tomato plant. I am quite certain that the wrong dirt had nothing to do with it.

“Not For Use In Containers!” Ha ha!

Maybe I will try raised beds next year.

Of Dogs...and Cats

2009-07-15T13:08:00.002-04:00

I like dogs. I have owned dogs most of my life. Currently, we do not have a dog, since in the winter, Misty died very suddenly and unexpectedly. She was replaced a month ago…with three little kittens. This is due to the lack of testosterone at our house. I have the lone male vote in the house against four female votes. That is a subject in itself…

I don’t mind the kittens right now, in fact, they are enjoyable to watch. They are very playful and chase each other all over the place. I do not enjoy the neighbor’s cats, who have discovered the food bowl and have decided that the deck would be a wonderful place to hang out. Of their twenty plus cats, about five are developing this habit. I guess I need to be happy that not all of them have adopted the deck as home.

I like dogs…most of the time. This past weekend, we spent three nights camping at a state park. I could not believe the throng of canines that came along as well. Just in the campsites around ours were an American Bulldog, three Pugs, two Australian Shepherds, two Beagles, and the smallest 7 week old puppy I have ever seen. We routinely saw two Great Danes (think small horses) being walked, as well as a German Shepherd that required two full-sized humans to control it. I would estimate that of the 300 campsites, about half of them had a dog(s) along.

I like dogs…most of the time. I do not like Beagles that go crazy every time another dog goes by (especially during the night), which turns out to be quite often, when there are limited places to walk a dog. Actually, I don't really like Beagles at all.

It was suggested that we go around the campground during the night and loose all the dogs, just to see what happens.

I still like dogs, and someday, we will have another one, if only to keep the cats at bay.

What is your number?

2009-06-01T16:49:00.002-04:00

I always wondered what my number would be. Well, now I know. Six it is. Six years is the number I have been curious about for a long time, and now I know.

What was I curious about? Actually, afraid would be a better description than curious. Well, it’s like this, I have always wondered how long it would be before either my wife or I would forget about our anniversary, and in what state our marriage would be when that happened. It happened.

Our anniversary was on Sunday, May 31. I thought about the occasion on Thursday, then promptly forgot about it since we were busy getting ready to visit family for the weekend. The next time I thought about it was on Sunday, THE DAY. I was in the middle of cooking lunch when a thought entered my mind about June being just around the corner. Then it hit me. Today was our anniversary. I came up behind her and said, “Hey, guess what!” I wrapped her in my arms, gave her a kiss, and whispered, “Happy Anniversary!” “Oh,” she said surprised, “I forgot.”

So I was off the hook. I always thought that I would be the one to forget, but no. Lucky me. Lucky me for marrying such a wonderful woman. Lucky me for having a great marriage, even if we almost forgot our anniversary. Lucky me for being able to celebrate our anniversary with a weekend getaway several weeks from now.

My fears about the state of our marriage, should one of us forget our anniversary, proved to be unfounded. I can safely say that it is better than ever. Different, but better. Lucky me!

Lazy Man's Garden

2009-05-13T11:23:00.001-04:00

Being lazy has its advantages. Although it is a delicate balance. If you work too hard at being lazy, the purpose is defeated-you are not being lazy.

It has been said that necessity is the mother of invention. The need for being lazy requires one to squeeze all the creative juices available to create convenience.

This was the basis for sowing grass seed in our former garden area. This was the basis for finding old plastic containers. This was the basis for turning those containers into little gardens.

I have always enjoyed gardening. At least the planting and harvesting stages of gardening. The in-between part is the least enjoyable. The weeding, hoeing, maintaining stage. I do not own a power tiller, and weeding by hand, and hoeing is not fun, especially if half the garden is empty. So generally, by July, my garden would be a solid mass of green, and I was the only one that could differentiate between the vegetables and the weeds. At this point, the rows would be mowed with the lawn mower, or I would borrow a power tiller, and spend a whole precious evening tilling between the rows. This would usually result in the fatality of about half of all the plants, vegetables and weeds. Then, I would need to wait for the freshly tilled earth to dry out so I could weed the rows without me becoming a muddy mess. By the time I was ready (motivated) to weed the rows, the mower/tiller was needed again. Thus, the rows never got weeded. This made for some interesting guessing as to where the vegetables were hiding. It wasn’t too hard to understand why our harvests was small and pathetic.

Thus, I tilled the garden for the final time, and planted it again. This time, the crop of choice was grass. This is how I entered the brave new world of container gardening. Last year was my first attempt, and I must say, it produced the desired result. Low maintenance gardening. Fill the container with rocks and dirt. Top it off with potting soil. Plant desired crop. Wait. Water. Fertilize. Pull the few weeds that pop up. Water. Fertilize. Harvest.

Last year I only planted two tomato plants and three pepper plants. I have become quite ambitious this year in spite of my laziness. I have planted four tomato plants, four pepper plants, ten pole bean seeds, lettuce, spinach, onions, and carrots. We shall see if my luck continues. I do enjoy watering and fertilizing much better than weeding. My biggest problem this year has been the neighbor’s cat using the carrot container as a litter box. Maybe I will till up some of the yard and plant a traditional garden.

Of Cars & Colors

2009-04-23T11:48:00.002-04:00

Have you ever wondered why auto manufacturers seem to have a flagship color for each model? It seems you see for instance, more of the tan/gray 1999-2003 Chevy Silverado trucks than any other color of that particular model. They must have clearance sales on certain colors in the Detroit area Sherwin Williams stores.

One that I especially notice is the gold color that Chrysler used in the late 1990’s. Many of the Chrysler Concordes were this (ugly) gold color. In a Google Image search for a 1998 Chysler Concorde, the first four images are the gold color. They must have thought this color would make the car look luxurious. Um... it is an ugly color (on a not so pretty car). One of my co-workers owns a car of this vintage and color. He kindly refers to it as the “golden egg.”

So, all that being said…Chrysler is in deep financial trouble, and is on the brink of bankruptcy. And if they do go under…will they have killed the goose that laid the golden egg?

How Bad Is It?

2009-03-26T15:55:00.001-04:00

How bad is the current state of economic affairs? The news media tells me it is very, very bad. People are losing jobs, and companies are declaring bankruptcy. Consumers have stopped spending money, and employers have cut wages. Homeowners are facing foreclosures in record numbers and housing prices have dropped. It seems bad, but how bad is it really.

Many comparisons have been made to the time of the Great Depression. I do see some key differences between now and the Great Depression.

We have significantly increased our standard of living since the 1930’s. Necessities today include basic cable, a cell phone, a car, internet access, and all our convenient appliances. In the 1930’s many of these items were not available or were very expensive luxury items. Today, we take them for granted as must-have items.

We have much faster access to news and information. We don’t need to wait to hear the latest round of bad news. I also believe the negative information gets more coverage because it gets people’s attention.

We have more economic indicators. It seems that several times a week, more numbers get released indicating the current state of things. It seems when things are good, all the indicators confirm it; however, if things are bad, it feels like a continuing avalanche of negativity.

This recession has been one of the worst in our history, however I believe it has not yet reached the levels of the Great Depression. It is very hard to compare due to the above-mentioned differences.

Here is my measuring stick: We will have reached the levels of the Great Depression when more than 50% of 2008 cell phone subscribers have canceled their plans. That will be tough times.

Technology and the Future

2009-02-26T15:37:00.002-05:00

How has technology changed in the past 10 years? I bought my first mobile phone in 1998. It was a cutting edge Nokia with text messaging, games, all the bells and whistles. Today, I use my phone as an mp3 player, camera, internet, and sometimes to make phone calls. In 1998, I didn’t even know what an mp3 was.

Thinking over how technology has changed in my generation, has caused me to think about how it will further change in my lifetime. As with mp3s taking the place of CDs, I am expecting some sort of replacement for DVDs. I would guess that by 2020, we will be carrying devices with technology we don’t even know about today. I would guess that we will have a digital video format that will make DVDs obsolete.

It is hard for me to remember how things were when we weren’t so connected. When traveling from one location to another, no one could contact me until I reached my destination. Today, instead of “call home when you get there”, it is “text me while you travel.” Today, we feel lost when we forget our phone when running an errand.

In my opinion, the convenience outweighs the negatives. We are after all, still able to turn the phone off.

The Inauguration of Barack Obama and Historic Events

2009-01-28T16:18:00.003-05:00

Why was the historic inauguration of Barack Obama such a big deal? Can't we see an inauguration every 4 years?

I believe the excitement for this inauguration had everything to do with its historic nature. How many times in your lifetime do you experience historic events? I would classify historic events as things like the terrorist attacks of 2001, Hurricane Katrina, landing on the moon, and such events. You may experience a historic event every year of you lifetime. The difference between the inauguration and most historic events is that you could plan to be part of the event. Most historic events happen without much warning...you couldn't really plan to be part of Sept. 11, 2001, unless you were involved with a terrorist organization. You could plan to be at the World Series and hope the Chicago Cubs would win for the first time in 100 years, but they may (probably would) lose. It is unusual to have an event of this proportion with 2 months to plan for.

Does History Repeat Itself?

2008-12-19T13:05:00.000-05:00

Does history repeat itself? I believe it does to a certain extent. It seems that we tend to ignore history and the lessons it provides. Experience really is the best teacher. If we can let another’s experience be our teacher, we can avoid many headaches.

In my lifetime, I don’t expect that there will be another mortgage crisis. Why? I believe the banks and other lenders will not be handing out subprime or other risky loans. That lesson is fresh with us, and those who go back to those practices will be thought of as stupid or naïve. The lessons of the Great Depression were very vivid to those who lived it. The interesting thing is that the Great Depression generation is mostly gone. Those who lived through the Great Depression had very sound financial values. The following generations slowly lost that as time went on. Today’s generation will not soon forget the lessons from today’s economy, however, the following generations will, most likely, at some point get themselves into a similar situation.

I have heard it said that the definition of stupidity is keep doing the same things and expecting different results.

What If???

2008-11-12T15:06:00.002-05:00

How does a person maintain sanity in this ever changing world? What is going to happen tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Next year? The possibilities seem endless, for good or bad. Will the economy crash? Will the next president make things better or worse? Is my job as secure as it seems? The endless questions make a person’s head spin. One thing is sure. We don’t know the future. We may make predictions based on the past and the present, but that does not guarantee us the future to be as we have planned.

What is a person to do? The only way I have found to maintain sanity is to live today – just today. Not reliving yesterday, not worrying about tomorrow, just living today. Just now. I can do things today that may make a difference in the future, but ultimately, I cannot change the future. The only thing I control is now. If I am smoking a cigarette now, I may have the consequences of lung cancer in 10 years from now. However, if I make the best decision for the moment I am living in, I will extinguish the cigarette and quit smoking. That does not guarantee that I won’t get lung cancer, but it is the most that I can do to control my health in the future. I may walk across the street and get hit by a bus tomorrow, but if I spend my time worrying about it, I simply wasting the current moment with things I cannot control.

Live today!

Is October Bad Luck?

2008-10-14T11:10:00.003-04:00

What is the deal with October? Does the stock market have something against the month of October? The Great Crash of 1929 - October 29, 1929; Black Monday - October 19, 1987; Mini crash - October 13, 1997; Crash due to Asian markets - October 27, 1997; and the current economic crisis - October 2008.

Is it due to elections, market timing, beginning of the 4th quarter, or is it all coincidence? Some brief research shows that of the top 20 largest daily percentage loss days of the stock market, 9 of them are dates in October. That is 45%. The top 3 largest daily percentage loss days are all dates in October.

However, the flip side is that of the top 20 largest daily percentage gain days, 6 are in October. If you look at the gain days more closely, you will discover many of these occur a few days after a crash, when investors believe the market has bottomed out, and are speculating that bargains are available.

All that being said, October and the autumn months seem to be when most of the losses on Wall Street occur. Why that is remains a puzzle to me.

How Much Does It Cost To Be Unorganized?

2008-08-27T10:50:00.005-04:00

How much does it cost to be unorganized. Let's look at the various areas where people tend to be unorganized.

-At Home: Is your house a mess? Are you always looking for something that you have misplaced? Chances are, everyone runs into that problem occaisionally. However, the more unorganized you are, the more things are going to get lost. One simple way to keep things in order is to always have a place for certain items. Have a set of hooks by the door where all the keys go, a basket in the office for all the bills, etc. The key to making this work is to always put things in their proper place RIGHT AWAY! If things aren't put into their proper place immediately, you tend to get into the bad habit of creating clutter again. It does take some discipline to always put everything in its place. I really doesn't take much time, though, and the results are definitely worth it. It is a good feeling to have a clutter-free house, and it is much easier to accomplish one item at a time, than to wait for it to pile up and feel overwhelmed.

-Money: Where does it go? Why do I never have enough? If you wonder where it is going, find out. Keep track of each purchase for a month and see where it is going. Write down each transaction, then look at what you can cut out. Most of the time, you will be amazed at what can be cut out, and the amount of money you can save. Is that daily latte really worth $80 per month? What about the breakfast you get at the local drivethrough twice a week when your running late? Is that extra sleep really worth $32 per month? How about paying close attention to your bills, and paying them on time to avoid late fees and finance charges? These few habits that can be changed or modified, can really save you quite a bit of money. Again, it does take discipline, and that isn't always easy, but it is worth it!

-Work: Unorganization at work can be disatrous. Missed appointments, broken/forgotten promises, missed billings, etc. can make for some serious customer service problems. A salesperson who misses an appointment, already has a strike against him. A service company has a chance to stand out as extraordinary just by showing up when they say they are going to. If a billing is not done in a timely fashion, it makes your company look inept. If I do business with a company and don't receive a bill for 3 months, I question the quality of their work. If their office is unorganized, why should I believe that their workmanship is any better?
A few tips that have helped me: Take notes. Don't overcommit. Promise little, but deliver much. Pay attention. Listen to the customer. Follow up. It is very uncommon to over-communitcate.

These ideas on organization can be applied to many other areas of life. You will find that when you are organized, your quality of life will improve, you will have more money, and chances are, you will get a raise or be promoted at work. A little discipline really does pay off!

Personal Responsiblilty - It's Not My Fault!

2008-08-22T16:29:00.000-04:00

Whatever happened to the concept of personal responsiblilty. One of my pet peeves is the prevailing attitude of "I can't help it" or "It's not my fault."

"I am so broke, I can't help it that gas prices keep rising."
I am not an executive at an oil company, and I really don't have control over the gas price. What I can control is my response. I can live within my means by cutting back on other things, so I have more money to spend on gas. Yes, this means not eating out as much, getting rid of the cable, selling stuff on ebay, etc.

NOTE: The government will not fix our problems. For some interesting study, look at the poverty rate before the government started the welfare program, and compare it to the poverty rate today. I may write a post on that in the future.

Times are tougher than they have been the past few years, however, it could be much worse. In fact, it has been much worse in the not so distant past. America is still the nation most of the world is jealous of. If things are so bad why do we have an immigration problem? The great thing about America is the fact that a person can wake up one morning, decide what they want to be, and go out, work hard, and become what they dreamed. There are always exceptions, but for the most part this is true. I still have great hope for this country, especially if we start taking more personal responsibility, and continue to embrace the American Dream.