Today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada. Wishing everyone many blessings today and every day.
As I’ve done the past couple of years, I like to query my grandkids about Thanksgiving and what it means to them. They are now nearly 15 and 12½. The values that were formed within them early in life are staying strong within them as they are growing up. They are definitely in touch with what matters. Here is this year’s interview.
Me: What comes to mind when you think of Thanksgiving?
D: Turkey, family and good friends.
K: Turkey and giving thanks.
Me: What would you like to share that you are thankful for?
D: Having the opportunity to be in this world, having great parents, great sister, a great school & great friends.
K: My family, my dog, my friends, a roof over my head, my teachers.
Me: What are your favorite Thanksgiving foods?
D: Ham. (I noted he said Thanksgiving made him think of turkey. Where did the ham come from? He said he really didn’t enjoy eating turkey. Thanksgiving just makes you think about them.) Other favorite foods are mashed potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin pie.
K: Stuffing and mashed potatoes, vanilla ice cream. (Another one who is not a fan of eating turkey. Turkey just seems to be synonymous with Thanksgiving.)
Me: What is your Thanksgiving wish for the world?
D: I wish everyone to be healthy, happy, have shelter and family.
K: I hope the government will help the environment, help the homeless and poor people, help animals that need help and lower taxes. (A budding politician?)
Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.~W.T. Purkiser
Comments are welcomed.
When I lived in Vermont a favorite autumn activity was leaf peeping. There were places we’d visit every Fall because the panorama of colors was so spectacular.
Memories of those places come to the fore as summer morphs into autumn. I happened to see an article about how and why the leaves turn. Below is the bulk of that article. Thanks once again to the Old Farmer’s Almanac.
“Did you know that fall’s vivid colors are actually hidden underneath summer’s green color? Also, the main reason for color change is not weather, but light, or actually the lack of it.
First of all, not all leaves turn vivid colors in the fall. Only a few of our many species of deciduous trees—notably maple, aspen, oak, and gum.
Several factors contribute to fall color (temperature, precipitation, soil moisture), but the main agent is light, or actually the lack of it. The amount of daylight relates to the timing of the autumnal equinox.
As the autumn days grow shorter, the reduced light triggers chemical changes in deciduous plants causing a corky wall to form between the twig and the leaf stalk. This corky wall eventually causes the leaf to drop off in the breeze. As the corky cells multiply, they seal off the vessels that supply the leaf with nutrients and water and also block the exit vessels, trapping simple sugars in the leaves. The combination of reduced light, lack of nutrients, and no water add up to the death of the pigment chlorophyll, the “green” in leaves.
Once the green is gone, two other pigments show their bright faces. These pigments, carotene (yellow) and anthocyanin (red), exist in the leaf all summer but are masked by the chlorophyll which helps plants absorb sunlight. (The browns in autumn leaves are the result of tannin, a chemical that exists in many leaves, especially oaks.)
Sugar trapped in autumn leaves by the corky wall (the abscission layer) is largely responsible for the vivid color. Some additional anthocyanins are also manufactured by sunlight acting on the trapped sugar. This is why the foliage is so sparkling after several bright fall days and more pastel during rainy spells.
What Brings the Best Fall Foliage? In general, a wet growing season followed by an autumn with lots of sunny days, dry weather, and cold, frostless nights will produce the most vibrant fall colors. If freezing temperatures and a hard frost hit, it can kill the process within the leaf.
Also, drought conditions during late summer and early fall can trigger an early “shutdown” of trees as they prepare for winter, causing leaves to fall early from trees without reaching their full color potential.
For some inexplicable reason we grew up under the misconception that a night of frost affected the change in leaf colors. It is always a good thing to uncover the truth and learn how things actually work.
Comments are welcomed.
Do you have a tendency to sip or spill the tea? Maybe you met someone and caught feelings. Has anyone ever said you are a G.O.A.T.? If so, you should be flattered. These are just a few of the 2019 slang terms I’ve heard from my grandkids. I will translate before continuing. Spilling the tea means to gossip. Sipping tea is keeping things to yourself. When you realize you like someone you’ve caught feelings. G.O.A.T. is used frequently in sports, but works anywhere. It means the Greatest Of All Time.
These words and phrases have become so much a part of our culture. The Merriam-Webster dictionary, for example, has added 533 new words and definitions to their dictionary this September. You’ll see words and phrases like fabulosity, vacay (short for vacation), deep state, dad joke, autogenic training (a self-relaxing technique) and so on.
I thought it would be fun to time travel backwards and get a smattering of what was popular in different eras.
1920’s: the real McCoy, 23 skidoo, cat’s pajamas, bee’s knees, hotsie totsie, moll (gangster’s girl friend, Speakeasy).
1930’s: monkey’s uncle, gig, moxie, juke joint (a casual, inexpensive establishment that had drinking, dancing and blues music), slack meaning drunk.
1940’s: fat head, bupkis (nothing) take a powder, keeping up with the Joneses, in the hot seat.
1950’s: Daddy-o, dig it, cat (a cool person), threads (clothes), pad (residence).
1960’s: The Man (someone of authority or in power), groovy, bug out, passion pit (drive-in movie), burn rubber, fink, freak out.
1970’s: far out, dig it, the real deal, dufus, gig, cool (still in use), workaholic, starting every sentence with ‘like.’
1980’s: bodacious, dweeb, gag me with a spoon, poser, duh, bad (meaning good), air head, yuppie.
1990’s. dis, booyah, as if, not, whatever, my bad.
2000- 2010: cool your jets, don’t have a cow, my bad, it’s all good, going postal.
2010 to present: binge watch, woo-woo, YOLO (you only live once),
TBH (to be honest), ghost, basic (mainstream). Undoubtedly, you have many more phrases in your memory banks. There certainly is an innumerable list from the beginning of slang usage. For now, no worries. It’s all Gucci.
Comments are welcomed.
Having recently written about inspiration, I wondered what path I would meander down this week. There have definitely been some obstacles along the way. For example, I had an injury which has resulted in pain taking over my consciousness along with my physical body. No doubt any of you who have or are suffering severe pain can attest to what it does to brain function. There is a lack of clarity, focus and motivation. Nonetheless, we find a way to do what needs to be done.
So here I am, giving this writing a go and we’ll see where it ends up as I mosey along.
Okay. I think I am on to something.
“I love nonsense,” said Dr. Seuss. “It wakes up the brain cells.” That’s it – a little nonsense, a little whimsy, a little imagination and a lot of fun.“ I’m sticking with a little more Dr. Seuss.
The good doctor says “you miss the best things when your eyes are shut.” Rather obvious, right? Suppose we open up our inner eyes. That moves us into the realm of infinite possibility.
My tendency is to partner with whimsy. Whimsy and I have had some delightful adventures. Some adventures even took place in my own home. Like the day I opened a window and whimsy blew in on the wind followed by several neighborhood fairies. I had to supply them with tea and petit fors while they gossiped. Another time whimsy and I found ourselves in an enchanted garden. At first glance it appeared to be a regular garden. Looking around we (whimsy and I) noticed the most charming gazebo. Being a big fan of gazebos we went straight to it, stepped in and had a seat. Having a second glance the garden was anything but regular. What we saw and experienced is for another time to tell.
Of course, we mustn’t forget the wizard down the street. I have yet to figure out exactly where he lives. He shows up intermittently with some message for the day. He might say something like, “Kindness. Don’t leave home without it.” I think you get the drift of all this. And, as I’ve written before, science has proven imagination, creativity, fun, play are all components of a life of well being.
“The writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.” And so, I burden you no further. The end.
Comments are welcomed.