Christmas Ornaments 2

I am trying to finish up my Christmas ornaments posts before I run out of Januarys.

Here are three porcelain hearts we had made for three of our cats who we had from 1998 to 2014: Sherman (d.2010), Smokey (d.2014), and Max (d.2010). 

 


In the center picture above, you can see the Scottish piper from our 1996 trip to Scotland.
We bought the Hamish one on our 2006 trip:

Here are a few from our 1998 trip to the Southwest (The Poderosa); 2009 to the Northwest (the Sea Lions Cave in Oregon), and a sand dollar from the 2015 Outer Banks trip: 

 

There are many, many more but I will leave them for next year since the tree was taken down over two weeks ago.

Christmas Ornaments 1

The (artificial) Christmas tree will be coming down in a few days. We left it up later than normal because we put it up late. I like this fake tree better than any we have had before. It's a 7-ft tree and narrow. Our others -I think this is only our second - were about the same height but fat. I can't remember when we began with artificial trees, but I believe it was when we were in Scotland (PA).

I decided this year to take some pictures of some of our tree decorations. I got the idea from Far Side of Fifty's blog. We have so many it will take me a few posts and I still did not take pics of them all. Here is the tree this year.

My wife would buy ornaments whenever we traveled. Two of these were from a trip to Nashville a couple of years ago when we visited our middle daughter. The Hershey candy bar was when we took our two youngest daughters to visit both the plant and the park about 25 years ago.

 

The elves were the original shelf elves. They were my mother's mothers. (we called her Little Gram since she was only five feet tall. Our other grandmother, Big Gram, was six-foot.)

This was the Cape Hatares lighthouse from the Outer Banks in North Carolina, where we went for our 25th wedding anniversary.

These are two from the Stonewall Jackson House: his house and TJ himself.

                                    

 


More later when the tree comes down.

An Accident and Other Things

Today I lost my favorite whisky crystal glass. It got cracked when it slid into the kitchen sink when drying another item. Fortunately, it didn't break and go into the garbage disposal. Here is a picture of the last time I used it just a few days ago.

I bought it when we went to Scotland in 1996, almost 23 years ago. It was from Dalwhinnie, the first distillery we visited. If you look closely you will see the name "Dalwhinnie" spelled backward on the other side of the glass. I only my single malt whiskys from this glass. Now I have to choose a replacement. I have several, but none quite as good.

I took out a very interesting book about Shakespeare from the library this week. It's about a jubilee that was organized and took place in September 1769, in Stratford-on-Avon, where Shakespeare was born and lived off and on when he wasn't in London. The author writes a little like they talked and wrote back then. Not completely, but just enough to make it an interesting read. Reading the flyleaf, it says that rain washed out most of the festivities. 

I'm three quarters the way through Armageddon. I only read it late at night before I go to bed. It is very much as I remember it. I am just about to the beginning of the Berlin Airlift. I last read it in 1967 when I stationed in Fulda, Germany.

Happy New Year!

Well, another year, another decade. It just seems like yesterday that I was sitting in bed (with the flu) watching Peter Jennings and the world stepped into 2000, all hoping that Y2K didn't come crashing down around our Internet heads. I watched as each time zone celebrated the new year, the new decade, and can I say, the new century (there was and is still some argument as to whether it's actually 2001)? In any case, tempis fugit, as Caesar said I believe my Latin is correct).

Last evening was spent as we normally spend New Year's Eve, or at least for the last twenty-some years. We have a seafood dinner - lobster, shrimp, scallops crab; this year we saved the lobster for Valentine's Day. Then we watch our usual movie for this day - When Harry Met Sally. If you have seen the movie then you know it is a movie for New Year's Eve. We love it and have watched it every year - except 2000 - since the early nineties.

I finished my 64th book of the year earlier in the day. About average for me; more than last year. I'll probably be writing more about my reading in the next few days so I'll leave it there for now.

As far as resolutions are concerned, I was reading one of my very favorite blogs this morning,  "Far Side of Fifty", on Blogspot, and she uses just a one-word resolution each year. She says it seems to work. I think I am going to try it. Now I just need to choose the right word that will cover so many areas I need to cover.

Anyhow, Happy New Year and let's get on with it!
     

Another Year Free

Today was my yearly trip to my urologist. I've had yearly visits for two years. Before that were more frequent visits for treatment of bladder cancer. I was diagnosed on February 2011, and had two biopsies/surgeries in the following month; March 2nd and 30th. The reason I had two was because of the location of the cancer. Anyhow, all of it was removed - it had just begun to adhere to the bladder wall and was not difficult to remove. 

After that, I had a series of treatments via a catheter into my bladder for six weeks every three months. I would get a serum, BCG, which contained live tuberculosis germs (?). My white cells would then rush to the bladder to attack the TB and would attack the cancer as well. 

I did this treatment for six years with longer and longer intervals between treatments after year three. In between my treatments I was scoped to see if the cancer was gone, and then I remained clear. That was what I had today. 

Again I was clear. All in all, a good day.

Did It Just Happen Again?

Every day I check my Dictionary app to learn a new "Word for the Day". Today's word is ipso facto. It means "by the fact itself; by the very nature of the deed". It's a word I use frequently if not often.

That's not the interesting part. As part of explaining the word and its etymology, two examples in written literature or publication are shown. Today's examples were the following and were on my "read next" pile on my desk next to the computer. Eerie...

And from the Dictionary app...

How is ipso facto used?

... the notion that cars made in Germany would ipso facto be better crafted than others ... this would have seemed curious indeed just a generation before.TONY JUDT, POSTWAR: A HISTORY OF EUROPE SINCE 1945, 2005

I had, it seemed, defined myself as a "popular" writer, and if one is popular, then, ipso facto, one is not to be taken seriously.OLIVER SACKS, ON THE MOVE, 2015
 

Where Does the Time Go? Part 1

This morning at 2:00 am the clocks were set back an hour. We lost Daylight Savings Time. Until sometime this coming March when DST starts again and we move the clocks ahead an hour.

All this time change made me think about time; specifically, what do people do with the extra hour gained? I think most people use it to get another hour of sleep. I was up at 2:00. I was reading. So if I read for another hour did I get another hour of reading done, or did I get another hour of sleep once I went to bed?

And what about a person working a 12-hour or 24-hour shift over that 2:00 am clock change? How did they use their time? Did they end up with a 13-hour or 25-hour shift? Did they get paid for an extra hour? (I bet if they were union they might have!)

If you were awake during the time change, I hope you didn't waste it.

But I think the larger problem comes this March. On March 8, at 2:00 am, we will once again move our clocks ahead an hour. Now the question no longer is what you did during that hour (though we ask it nevertheless), but where did that hour GO? We can't get it back unless of course, you think it is the one we get back next November. But even it is, where did it go until that time?

A couple of years ago I read a very intriguing small book called "Einstein's Dreams" by Alan Lightman. While it didn't cover this question exactly, I was reminded of it today as thought about that missing hour. The book is about approximately 30 different dreams of Einstein about time and his special relativity theorem. It's a short book and relatively (excuse the pun) easy to read.

I'm going to re-read it and while I do, I am going to give this post some more thought. I want to know where that hour next March we will "lose" might go. And could it be related to the extra one we had earlier this morning? Hence, I will call this Part 1.