Rules to Swing by

When we were little, but big enough to get in a swing, we had no rules. You just got in the swing and took your chances. If you fell and broke your arm, then you fell and broke your arm. Your mom took you to the emergency room and not the lawyers office. The next day you were back on the swing again.
Sometimes there might be some dumb kid in front of your swing and as you swung, you hit him in the head (accidentally). He might cry or even get mad, but he never stood in front of a swing again in his life. This is called learning a lesson.
My kid once stood in front of a tire swing as a bunch of kids went on a crazy ride. The tire swing whacked her in the body and shoved her into a metal pole. She passed out and had a concussion. I took her to the doctors, not the lawyers office. She learned a lesson as did every kid on that play ground. And of course she got lots of hugs and kisses from me.
But now we have rules. Posted in the play yards.

Tiny Bird Edna

here she is with her husband of almost 30 years
On Edna St. Vincent Millay
This little bird woman ate and drank way too much crap. She became a morphine addict and that was just to supplement all the Gin and other doctor prescribed pharmaceutical pain pills she took on a daily basis.
In the video we see the home she lived in for about 20 years. It looks so peaceful. Why was she not able to find any peace there? She was a meteor of shinning womanhood in her day. A star on the level of our singer/dancer Madonna. St. Vincent was a Poet. A hugely famous and for her day, very wealthy poet. She would tour the country and give readings to packed halls and auditoriums. She was loved by America. And yet she died a sad weakened 58 year old recluse.
Oh she had some fun in her day. She had many lovers of both sex and kept some of them as friends till the end. She loved fine clothes and had a special interest in horses. She was such an Amazing woman.
A stone placed for her in St. John the Divine reads: Take up the song; forget the epitaph
She had written this for a friend who had died and in the end it was carved into her own tombstone.
I have been reading her poems lately, she had a voice, unique seducer, oh baby did she have a voice.

Baby Carrots

Here is the video I made of my thoughts on the baby carrots. They come packed in these individual bags. They are already cleaned and ready to eat. Very portable and quick food. The thing I am worried about is the packaging. It seems like it is more plastic waste to spew upon the world.

So then I must justify my need for portable carrots against the waste. I could buy some larger bags of baby carrots and put them in Ziploc baggies that I could reuse. But I also like them prepacked so if I want to make a quick salad I just have to rip open a small bag and have what I need.

Then I wonder if it really is more plastic than one big bag of baby carrots. I reuse most of my plastic bags until they stink, so maybe I have some good plastic bag karma on my side. Meaning maybe I can pollute a little more than the average customer.

The whole plastic bag situation is very confusing for me. For most of my adult life I have shopped in health food stores and they have always advocated the three R's. Recycle Reduce Reuse. Here is a little link to that thought:http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/recycle.htm

We usually buy in bulk. That means you bring your bag if you remember! Whatever happened to just using paper bags for everything? Is that Ecologically unsound also?

Me & my Dad in the kitchen

This is a picture I found of me & my Dad in the kitchen. My Dad would never go raw or even consider it! He is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. In general I think eats healthy. He used to have us eat Roman Meal Bread when we were kids because he said it was better for us. None of the other kids ate the brown bread like we did.

My Dad can really pack away the food, I guess that is called a healthy appetite. He likes different types of food but just don't take him to a Sushi place or he will be very unhappy. Just the sight of the raw fish will cause him to get up and leave. I think he might like the Hot Sake if he ever tried it. I just Love Love Love Hot Sake.

He can cook some good dishes and when I was younger he used to make this German dish of ribs, mixed with potatoes and sauerkraut. It was all cooked up together in a pot on the stove and the smell was wonderful.

He does not approve of me eating vegetarian. He thinks you need meat to stay alive. I disagree.

My Dog

My Dog duke is the best dog in the whole wide world. I was going to write about miso soup this morning but saw this picture of my dog and decided to write about him instead.
He is about 12 years old now and still is very much a puppy. He is Chihuahua by breed and German Shepard in his own mind. He is very feisty and ready to take on any dog anytime. That is not a good thing. As he has gotten older he has gotten a bit mellower. He listens to me much more than he used to.
Duke must have his walks. If Duke does not get a walk everyday he is just not quite as happy as he should be. He can get a little neurotic and needy if he does not get his walks. He is so playful and when I take him to the park he likes to do some full speed open running when we first get there, after that he can get down to the business of sniffing.
He also has a very sensitive stomach and cant eat anything but a certain type of dog food. He does love his treats and meat is his favorite. He also likes tea with cream, but not as much as my other tiny dog Mama. She is the real Dairy Queen. More about Mamma another time
I think Duke will live a long time, at least I hope so. Chihuahua's do have a long life cycle and he is healthy.
He is a very soulful dog who knows everything that is going on around him. I just love him very much.