Noise So much damn noise!!! Sitting here at a coffee shop near my home, under an umbrella that only blocks the sun. Trying to read my favorite article on Flipboard. I turn on the volume .The sounds of the broadcast are quickly drown out making me reach for my earphones or plugs whichever way I want to use them. All around me the squeal of the semis brakes, The lawn mower and leaf blower lawn mower who just at this moment have to mow the 10 foot island of grass right next to me. Aren’t there noise control ordinances? I thought I’d heard it all when I visited New York City a few weeks ago. I rather like the anonymity the sound creates, the unrelenting demand to be heard. Have you ever closed your eyes in a public place and just listened? What do you hear? Do you hear the sound of your own voice? Is there room for it? Would anyone else hear it ? Have you quit listening over the years because the sounds of the day and others demands are so demanding? What if it all stopped suddenly?The cars and trucks turned off their engines, the lawn equipment shut down. The dogs stopped barking my phone stopped ringing the birds stopped singing.the motorcycles stopped their engines”why are they so damn loud anyway? The sirens stopped. (We may need to make an exception there )Would anyone hear me then. A consistent strand that has run through me all of my life is “Listen to Me” Do you really hear me? What am I really saying or are you so quick to interject your agenda that I don’t matter? Do I listen to you? I mean really listen!!! I read a story about a trend set in an Urban town where someone would randomly pull up a chair in front of a store front and be available to listen to anyone that would like to be listened to. A bizarre idea you say? A waste of time, hum I wonder how the world might change . Noise So much damn noise!!! Sitting here at a coffee shop near my home, under an umbrella that only blocks the sun. Trying to read my favorite article on Flipboard. I turn on the volume the video.The sounds of the broadcast are quickly drown out making me reach for my earphones or plugs whichever way I want to use them. All around me the squeal of the semis brakes, The lawn mower and leaf blower who just at this moment have to mow the 10 foot island of grass right next to me. Aren’t there noise control ordinances? I thought I’d heard it all when I visited New York City a few weeks ago. I rather like the anonymity the sound creates, the unrelenting demand to be heard. Have you ever closed your eyes in a public place and just listened? What do you hear? Do you hear the sound of your own voice? Is there room for it? Would anyone else hear it ? Have you quit listening over the years because the sounds of the day and others demands are so demanding? What if it all stopped suddenly?The cars and trucks turned off their engines, the lawn equipment shut down. The dogs stopped barking my phone stopped ringing the birds stopped singing.the motorcycles stopped their engines”why are they so damn loud anyway? The sirens stopped. (We may need to make an exception there )Would anyone hear me then. A consistent strand that has run through me all of my life is “Listen to Me” Do you really hear me? What am I really saying or are you so quick to interject your agenda that I don’t matter? Do I listen to you? I mean really listen!!! I read a story about a trend set in an Urban town where someone would randomly pull up a chair in front of a store front and be available to listen to anyone that would like to be listened to. A bizarre idea you say? A waste of time, hum I wonder how the world might change . Noise So much damn noise!!! Sitting here at a coffee shop near my home, under an umbrella that only blocks the sun. Trying to read my favorite article on Flipboard. I turn on the volume the video.The sounds of the broadcast are quickly drown out making me reach for my earphones or plugs whichever way I want to use them. All around me the squeal of the semis brakes, The lawn mower and leaf blower who just at this moment have to mow the 10 foot island of grass right next to me. Aren’t there noise control ordinances? I thought I’d heard it all when I visited New York City a few weeks ago. I rather like the anonymity the sound creates, the unrelenting demand to be heard. Have you ever closed your eyes in a public place and just listened? What do you hear? Do you hear the sound of your own voice? Is there room for it? Would anyone else hear it ? Have you quit listening over the years because the sounds of the day and others demands are so demanding? What if it all stopped suddenly?The cars and trucks turned off their engines, the lawn equipment shut down. The dogs stopped barking my phone stopped ringing the birds stopped singing.the motorcycles stopped their engines”why are they so damn loud anyway? The sirens stopped. (We may need to make an exception there )Would anyone hear me then. A consistent strand that has run through me all of my life is “Listen to Me” Do you really hear me? What am I really saying or are you so quick to interject your agenda that I don’t matter? Do I listen to you? I mean really listen!!! I read a story about a trend set in an Urban town where someone would randomly pull up a chair in front of a store front and be available to listen to anyone that would like to be listened to. A bizarre idea you say? A waste of time, hum I wonder how the world might change . Noise So much damn noise!!! Sitting here at a coffee shop near my home, under an umbrella that only blocks the sun. Trying to read my favorite article on Flipboard. I turn on the volume the video.The sounds of the broadcast are quickly drown out making me reach for my earphones or plugs whichever way I want to use them. All around me the squeal of the semis brakes, The lawn mower and leaf blower who just at this moment have to mow the 10 foot island of grass right next to me. Aren’t there noise control ordinances? I thought I’d heard it all when I visited New York City a few weeks ago. I rather like the anonymity the sound creates, the unrelenting demand to be heard. Have you ever closed your eyes in a public place and just listened? What do you hear? Do you hear the sound of your own voice? Is there room for it? Would anyone else hear it ? Have you quit listening over the years because the sounds of the day and others demands are so demanding? What if it all stopped suddenly?The cars and trucks turned off their engines, the lawn equipment shut down. The dogs stopped barking my phone stopped ringing the birds stopped singing.the motorcycles stopped their engines”why are they so damn loud anyway? The sirens stopped. (We may need to make an exception there )Would anyone hear me then. A consistent strand that has run through me all of my life is “Listen to Me” Do you really hear me? What am I really saying or are you so quick to interject your agenda that I don’t matter? Do I listen to you? I mean really listen!!! I read a story about a trend set in an Urban town where someone would randomly pull up a chair in front of a store front and be available to listen to anyone that would like to be listened to. A bizarre idea you say? A waste of time, hum I wonder how the world might change . Noise So much damn noise!!! Sitting here at a coffee shop near my home, under an umbrella that only blocks the sun. Trying to read my favorite article on Flipboard. I turn on the volume the video.The sounds of the broadcast are quickly drown out making me reach for my earphones or plugs whichever way I want to use them. All around me the squeal of the semis brakes, The lawn mower and leaf blower who just at this moment have to mow the 10 foot island of grass right next to me. Aren’t there noise control ordinances? I thought I’d heard it all when I visited New York City a few weeks ago. I rather like the anonymity the sound creates, the unrelenting demand to be heard. Have you ever closed your eyes in a public place and just listened? What do you hear? Do you hear the sound of your own voice? Is there room for it? Would anyone else hear it ? Have you quit listening over the years because the sounds of the day and others demands are so demanding? What if it all stopped suddenly?The cars and trucks turned off their engines, the lawn equipment shut down. The dogs stopped barking my phone stopped ringing the birds stopped singing.the motorcycles stopped their engines”why are they so damn loud anyway? The sirens stopped. (We may need to make an exception there )Would anyone hear me then. A consistent strand that has run through me all of my life is “Listen to Me” Do you really hear me? What am I really saying or are you so quick to interject your agenda that I don’t matter? Do I listen to you? I mean really listen!!! I read a story about a trend set in an Urban town where someone would randomly pull up a chair in front of a store front and be available to listen to anyone that would like to be listened to. A bizarre idea you say? A waste of time, hum I wonder how the world might change . https://edc2.healthtap.com/ht-staging/user_answer/avatars/1672889/large/open-uri20140316-23563-14ys8y6.jpeg?139493z

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THE BIG 🍎 Apple

A nickname in theory always has a root. a way of shortening a name, a family nonsense work that stuck early on . after a lapse of time the meaning gets lost and seems to have no reason to explain why, it just is.

New York City in theory referred to as the “Big Apple” has quite a few explanations. Many false theories have emerged including that it derived from a woman named eve who ran a brothel in the city. This was later revealed as a hoax. It is actually believed to have been popularized by a sports writer in the 1920s.

After visiting this, beautiful city I have some ideas of my own. New York City “the city of comebacks” ” Deli corner of the world” “City of vitality” “city of migrants and pioneers”

Any way you name it This is a city that forms a harmonious compatibility of differences.

As a first time tourist one gets the feeling of dissonance . Trying to follow the advise of “When in New York, do as the New Yorkers do” I tried for a week to figure out just what that was. Whether a beggar with a street act or a deli worker, cab driver from Puerto Rico or Rabbi on his way to synagogue. Everyone as a whole went about their days making this chaos work for all involved.

The cathedrals,monuments, buildings that seemed to disappear into the sky, The freedom tower, the delis, The fast paced crowds, The sirens and horns honking, The “Met” Art capitol of the 🌍 .

As someone said to me “A city in which you can be as anonymous as you like”

I hope to return again , When ironic as it may sound, I want to escape what I have known as the “Real World”

Brown headed Cowbird (molothrus)

Who knew there could be deceit and manipulation in nature. This is a bird nest close to home. After wondering why the brown speckled egg among the apparent blue robin eggs. My neighbor said ” who snatched this nest for its own use. A thought I had never had. After some research I discovered this may be an egg from a brown headed Cowbird. Who searches for a nest to drop her egg. If the host bird pushes this egg out of the nest. Our friendly Cowbird will destroy her nest or build her own on top of it. The cowbird baby requires more tending to and more food therefore the host bird babies may not survive because of this demanding intruder. What is in it for the Cowbird? I would need to research in more depth a first glance it seems to allow the cowbird to be free from this responsibility. Going on its way following Bison heards and eating the fleas off their backs. How many demanding intruders have laid objects or attitudes in my nest or yours? How many have I put there myself in a self sabotaging effort. Just when I thought my nest was twigged and spun into a perfect place for the best me to exist.

Granddaughters. These are my granddaughters. I can tell you about them, but you probably have your own. But these are mine. Being their grandma means everything to me. It means granduations, ice cream cones, trips to the zoo. It means Disneyworld and sleepovers at my house when I thought I met my match. It means playing jokes and listening to quarrels. Most of all it means I get to protect and be an example to 4 of the most fantastic girls. You should meet them.

“ So what do you do in the summertime when all the leaves are green? Do you sit in the shade or drink lemonade or chase down the ice cream man? Is that what you do? So do I “ Words to a song I sang growing up . We sang it a lot at church and I wish I could remember all of it. I do remember summer being a magical season. I can taste the cherry red popsicle and the sticky syrup of it melting down my chin and neck. Sliding down the “ slip n slide” while being squirted by the hose from someone I coerced to play with me. Things as simple as running through the sprinkler in my Tee shirt and shorts.Does anyone remember the “water wiggle?” Attach it to the hose and it danced around the yard chasing you down like a large bumble Bee. Hot days in Yuma. Always so happy to arrive at Lallas house and pull the swimming pool of the cupboard on the was room porch. We set it up. It must have been 2 feet deep. We attached the sides with clothes pins and started filling it with the hose. I would watch from the house with great eagerness for the pool to fill. Then spent the remainder of the day in the pool. Pretending to be one sort of fish or another. In the evening Mom and Lalla would put on their shower caps so not to mess up there pin curled hair. The Locust would chirp in the trees and the scorching summer air didn’t feel so penetrating when the sun went down. “ So what do you do in the summertime when all the leaves are green? Do you sit in the shade or drink lemonade or chase down the ice cream man? Is that what you do? So do I “ Words to a song I sang growing up . We sang it a lot at church and I wish I could remember all of it. I do remember summer being a magical season. I can taste the cherry red popsicle and the sticky syrup of it melting down my chin and neck. Sliding down the “ slip n slide” while being squirted by the hose from someone I coerced to play with me. Things as simple as running through the sprinkler in my Tee shirt and shorts.Does anyone remember the “water wiggle?” Attach it to the hose and it danced around the yard chasing you down like a large bumble Bee. Hot days in Yuma. Always so happy to arrive at Lallas house and pull the swimming pool of the cupboard on the was room porch. We set it up. It must have been 2 feet deep. We attached the sides with clothes pins and started filling it with the hose. I would watch from the house with great eagerness for the pool to fill. Then spent the remainder of the day in the pool. Pretending to be one sort of fish or another. In the evening Mom and Lalla would put on their shower caps so not to mess up there pin curled hair. The Locust would chirp in the trees and the scorching summer air didn’t feel so penetrating when the sun went down.

Pixels

smallest controllable element of a picture seen on a screen. Each pixel is an example of an original image.

Tonight when I turned on my tv I noticed my reception not coming in clearly, instead the screen showed me thousands of small pixels , pieces of the story trying today come together to make a story or an image. Adjusting the antenna helped bring things into focus.

To bad I rather enjoyed the small fragments of the image or the story rather then the focused clarity. I was comfortable in the obscurity.

My life experience is made up of tiny blips, pixels if you will. The older I have get they easier it is to see the reception of the story. The painful moments, heartaches, the loss of a dream or two, The days and periods of joy, The awe striking events like the birth of each child.

In the end it is all as it was supposed to be and all it is now. In clarity I see what part is mine and what parts belong to a power greater then myself from a universe that knows all order. My understanding is only an option

Venus fly trap

Yesterday at school I was viewing a book about a Venus fly trap with a student. We both became interested  in how a gooey plant could capture a fly so quickly and why the fly would fall for it. Over and over these gooey lined traps entrap flies. Wouldn’t you think the flies would get wise to this? Not so and time after time the flys are captured into the lure of the enticing fly eating trap. I wonder if once they are inside if they realize what they have gotten themselves into?

Much like the fly I also have my Venus traps waiting to pull me in.

I got pulled in yesterday and fed right into the succulent drama. Before I knew it I was being pulled farther and farther into the trap by the time I wanted out it felt to late to get loose.It felt good like a nice massage. Then it felt bad like an obsession and a responsibility I didn,t need or want to take on.

Why do I continue to get drawn into these traps? The drama is seductive and trance like. Almost an addiction in itself. I get trapped by the lie that I am responsible for “fill in the blank”