<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:56.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanderings of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Day to day musings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-4034881954302677375</id><published>2008-07-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:46:48.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cante's Urban Croft - an adventure in Community Supported Agriculture</title><content type='html'>I'll soon be posting more pictures of my maturing garden croft. Its quite amazing how the earth brings forth a variety of plants we can eat, that our ancestor's "tamed", cultivated, and nurtured into the foods that we love and enjoy in 2008. I have the largest variety of vegetables and herbs growing in my garden then ever previously attempted! I'll try to list these here, not in ABC order, but off the top of my head as I visualize my urban garden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing: several varieties of lettuce, red cabbage, green cabbage, spinach, cilantro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kentucky&lt;/span&gt; pole beans, yellow pole beans, onions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;black cherry&lt;/span&gt; tomatoes, pumpkins, zucchini, sugar snap peas, rhubarb, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;, radishes...., purple bush beans, garlic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt; chard, rainbow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt; chard, collard greens, basil, spaghetti squash, winter squash varieties, tomatoes and more tomatoes - several varieties, carrots, egg plant, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomatillos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, turnip greens, sorrel, ground cherries, green onions, yellow onions, baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;brussel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sprouts, dill, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fennel&lt;/span&gt;, beets, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yukon&lt;/span&gt; gold potatoes, red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pontiac&lt;/span&gt; potatoes, blue potatoes, green beans, several varieties of hot peppers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hungarian&lt;/span&gt; sweet peppers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; greens, a couple varieties of heirloom beans (yard long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hmong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) for seed, Jerusalem artichokes, cucumbers, parsley, corn, kale, and asparagus. (Radishes and I seem to have "bad karma"....not very successful in getting those things to bulb up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above is in the "vegetable section" of my garden planted in either the raised beds, a couple kiddie swimming pools, or in containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herb garden has a number of items, also: a couple varieties of basil, chocolate mint, apple mint, spearmint, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;horehound&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;marjoram&lt;/span&gt;, oregano, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fever few&lt;/span&gt;, lemon balm, chives, parsley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tarragon&lt;/span&gt;, thyme, horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;radish&lt;/span&gt;, ...and a couple other things that are escaping my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my yard also has raspberries, plums, apples, cherries, grapes, pears....but the harvest of these is quite variable, having dwarf trees. The raspberries will be coming ready soon, however!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extensive number of items is due to deciding to try my hand at Community Supported Agriculture. My friend, Maria, has indicated I am the ONLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in our county. She also believes I may be the only URBAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the state of Wisconsin. So, what is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I may have mentioned it previously, but in brief, it is an agriculture effort (in my case a garden) where folks from the community purchase "shares" in the farm or garden. I describe it as folks who have taken out a "subscription" to my garden. For an up-front 20-week fee, each subscriber gets a weekly package of a variety of the vegetables that have come into season. The "share" provides meal-sized portions, meant to help folks to "eat locally". So.....I'm "piloting" the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; idea via my backyard URBAN garden, and having a very good time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my subscribers told me this week: "We love getting the grocery bag of items! Its like Christmas, full of pleasant surprises!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some of the larger, established &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CSA's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that post what a share is likely to hold, what I harvest and put into the "share" each week is a surprise to me, also, as I wander through my garden and harvest samples of items that are ready. Luckily, due to my style of French raised-bed gardening, things are going well as I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;unaffected&lt;/span&gt; by the heavy rains earlier this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seems to be getting a bit of attention. Looks like I may be hosting a tour in September, and also getting some other curious inquiries from folks embracing sustainability locally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-4034881954302677375?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/4034881954302677375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=4034881954302677375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/4034881954302677375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/4034881954302677375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/cantes-urban-croft-adventure-in.html' title='Cante&apos;s Urban Croft - an adventure in Community Supported Agriculture'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-1390103441608925862</id><published>2008-07-03T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:51.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Garden - June 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another 7-days, another 7-days bigger! Look at these plants grow!!!! I'm loving it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DvkcYbkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hEBWfNCXcSc/s1600-h/IMG_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218831658963725890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DvkcYbkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hEBWfNCXcSc/s320/IMG_2489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Dv7hHBeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h77iTkSJCMM/s1600-h/IMG_2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218831665157572066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Dv7hHBeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h77iTkSJCMM/s320/IMG_2483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DwD2Kt6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3ITlbc203lQ/s1600-h/IMG_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218831667393378210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DwD2Kt6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3ITlbc203lQ/s320/IMG_2484.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, I've removed the straw bales from around the "giant" tomatoes. I've also made use of the space around them. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DwdyRQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/twyYIjnv1_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218831674356351858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DwdyRQ3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/twyYIjnv1_Y/s320/IMG_2485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DwKSgroI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sMPgIAHcj74/s1600-h/IMG_2482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218831669122870914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DwKSgroI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sMPgIAHcj74/s320/IMG_2482.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beans, broccoli, cabbages, lettuce, spinach beds...doing very well. I'm harvesting lettuce and spinach. The peas are almost shoulder high, the beans now have flower buds. This is like watching a pot come to a boil..."a watched pot never boils".....I am so eager for beans and peas!!!! (careful what I wish for...I have 2 beds of peas, 3 beds of beans!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lettuce/radish container garden is doing very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-1390103441608925862?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/1390103441608925862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=1390103441608925862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/1390103441608925862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/1390103441608925862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-garden-june-30th.html' title='2008 Garden - June 30th'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0DvkcYbkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hEBWfNCXcSc/s72-c/IMG_2489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-1390726883051325723</id><published>2008-07-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:52.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Garden - June 23rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seven days later - whoa, is this garden growing or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0BdVmcvMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v5Fn7G_RRXA/s1600-h/garden+progress+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829146718518466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0BdVmcvMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v5Fn7G_RRXA/s320/garden+progress+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Bdoybt0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6pe_nblbkaU/s1600-h/garden+progress+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829151869056834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Bdoybt0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6pe_nblbkaU/s320/garden+progress+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0BdoI4ZgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CZBGyjIt210/s1600-h/garden+progress+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829151694775810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0BdoI4ZgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CZBGyjIt210/s320/garden+progress+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Bd2RTggI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ttgEOAof-Tc/s1600-h/garden+progress+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829155488203266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Bd2RTggI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ttgEOAof-Tc/s320/garden+progress+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Bd4tVnGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yM0vYGuqVIQ/s1600-h/garden+progress+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218829156142652514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0Bd4tVnGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yM0vYGuqVIQ/s320/garden+progress+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-1390726883051325723?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/1390726883051325723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=1390726883051325723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/1390726883051325723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/1390726883051325723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-garden-june-23rd.html' title='2008 Garden - June 23rd'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SG0BdVmcvMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/v5Fn7G_RRXA/s72-c/garden+progress+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-191665478065595174</id><published>2008-07-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:53.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Garden - Containers Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Since I'm taking my garden to new production levels, I needed additional space for planting. I don't really want to get out the tiller and chew up more sod, deal with weeds, and all that other "making a new garden spot" work. At the encouragement and advisement of my friend Maria, I'm using all sorts of containers to make additional space happen. Here's a sampling of the various "growing ons" in my 2008 garden:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZurgMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/FFfODkeUk_E/s1600-h/garden+progress+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218825786196242466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZurgMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/FFfODkeUk_E/s320/garden+progress+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZcKZ3HI/AAAAAAAAADg/qp7WQE8MVwI/s1600-h/garden+progress+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218825781225577586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZcKZ3HI/AAAAAAAAADg/qp7WQE8MVwI/s320/garden+progress+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZmecLCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6loD6dtNIvw/s1600-h/garden+progress+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218825783993969698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZmecLCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6loD6dtNIvw/s320/garden+progress+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-Z8EKNmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FMgDqymcXRE/s1600-h/garden+progress+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218825789789320802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-Z8EKNmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FMgDqymcXRE/s320/garden+progress+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZA-oQfI/AAAAAAAAADY/y8FMfKAZ6ZA/s1600-h/garden+progress+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218825773928432114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZA-oQfI/AAAAAAAAADY/y8FMfKAZ6ZA/s320/garden+progress+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are pictures of yellow bean plants growing intensively in pots, cucumber plants in hanging basket pots...which will eventually be hanging, strawberries in a pot-tower,  lettuce and radishes growing in an under-the-bed container, various bedding plants growing in newspaper pots in the garden flats, and pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted pumpkin plants in Halloween Candy buckets. These are for selling at the market, but I think what is going to happen is I'm going to have quite the "field" of container grown pumpkins. These are the Cinderella variety! Could get &lt;em&gt;very interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-191665478065595174?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/191665478065595174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=191665478065595174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/191665478065595174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/191665478065595174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-garden-containers-everywhere.html' title='2008 Garden - Containers Everywhere'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz-ZurgMCI/AAAAAAAAADo/FFfODkeUk_E/s72-c/garden+progress+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-2516991304831259816</id><published>2008-07-03T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:54.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2008 Garden, June 16th</title><content type='html'>The following pictures were taken a little over a month from the previous ones. First, you can see that the barren bit of land has blossomed with life. Secondly, you can see that I've "tamed" the area with my "French-style" raised beds, and am coaxing an assortment of vegetables to grow to grace my table, as well as supply other folk's tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, the straw bales are surrounding my "giant" tomato plants. I purchased several from a small greenhouse in Crivitz, WI. These were half-grown when I got them. The weather was so cold, that I decided to surround them with bales to try and bring some warmth to them, blocking the chilly breeze that just kept blowing here in our lakeside region by Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YH6qruI/AAAAAAAAACw/outb3yWAJSw/s1600-h/garden+progress+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820261052853986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YH6qruI/AAAAAAAAACw/outb3yWAJSw/s320/garden+progress+006.JPG" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YcPpRkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D5ug1olvM1Q/s1600-h/garden+progress+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820266509551170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YcPpRkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D5ug1olvM1Q/s320/garden+progress+011.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YWM9wCI/AAAAAAAAADA/0jmmnD4Z-7g/s1600-h/garden+progress+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820264887697442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YWM9wCI/AAAAAAAAADA/0jmmnD4Z-7g/s320/garden+progress+013.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YjXuFII/AAAAAAAAADI/QwLiZH-FpLw/s1600-h/garden+progress+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820268422468738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YjXuFII/AAAAAAAAADI/QwLiZH-FpLw/s320/garden+progress+026.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5Y4NhZEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3tBbMo6re2c/s1600-h/garden+progress+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820274016838722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5Y4NhZEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3tBbMo6re2c/s320/garden+progress+008.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After reading about Urban Gardening projects in Milwaulkee and Chicago using children's swimming pools for containers, I have planted 2 of these to add space to my backyard garden growing area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-2516991304831259816?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/2516991304831259816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=2516991304831259816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2516991304831259816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2516991304831259816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-garden-june-16th.html' title='The 2008 Garden, June 16th'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz5YH6qruI/AAAAAAAAACw/outb3yWAJSw/s72-c/garden+progress+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-2331594624011455257</id><published>2008-07-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:55.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2008 Garden's Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz264KQQkI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Of37shr_SY/s1600-h/IMG_2347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218817559583801922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz264KQQkI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Of37shr_SY/s320/IMG_2347.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In early May, I started working on this year's garden. It's been a slow start of getting things done, as we had cold weather, snow, rain, and more cold weather. Not really "ideal" for getting a garden going, let alone plans for an intensively grown, large backyard garden. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My efforts started May 5th, and continued off-and-on across May. Here are pictures of the prep, the re-establishing of my "French-style" raised bed.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz26wNxl7I/AAAAAAAAACg/YT12OQ4vVTE/s1600-h/IMG_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218817557451085746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz26wNxl7I/AAAAAAAAACg/YT12OQ4vVTE/s320/IMG_2355.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz27D7lYxI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZIBm5bhbwrg/s1600-h/IMG_2350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218817562743497490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz27D7lYxI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZIBm5bhbwrg/s320/IMG_2350.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-2331594624011455257?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/2331594624011455257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=2331594624011455257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2331594624011455257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2331594624011455257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-gardens-beginnings.html' title='The 2008 Garden&apos;s Beginnings'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/SGz264KQQkI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Of37shr_SY/s72-c/IMG_2347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-2066080554808361927</id><published>2008-07-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:37:29.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Okay, Okay...yeah, its been awhile</title><content type='html'>Well........I think the title tells it all. It has been a long long while  (April 29, 2008) since I posted here on my blog.  I've been a busy gal!  Fact is, there are other Blogs, now maintained by my friend Maria, that tell of our various ventures and adventures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course April 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; marked the near end of the college school year, and since that is now a few months past, yes, the papers got graded, the grades got posted, and graduation happened, and so forth. Oh, I still have cleaning and sorting and other stuff to do.  In fact, have to have "my" classroom ready for the janitor and floor cleaning this next week - July 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'll have to make a quick trip to the college and move boxes and materials to other locations so the furniture can be moved about and the carpet cleaning machine be run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the semester came to an end, I made a vow to myself that I was going to find some things to do that would help me "avoid" the blues and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blaaaas&lt;/span&gt; I typically fall prey to when my life slows down with the coming of summer break.  As a teacher, I go full tilt for 9 months, and then "boom"....everything that had me busy suddenly stops.  My mind and body and spirit tends to get very confused by the sudden void...so......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have "RAMPED UP" my gardening!  (No, I didn't build a ramp...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)  I made a decision to take on having a farmer's market booth.  Maria then suggested I "fill the void" of being a "Community Supported Agriculture" garden, so I did that, too.  I'm "piloting" that....and all of this has brought new life to my interest in gardening, as well as my creativity.  Rather than write it all in this post, I'll post some photos and other comments here, so you can enjoy my summer journey!  I'm having a blast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soozee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-2066080554808361927?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/2066080554808361927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=2066080554808361927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2066080554808361927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2066080554808361927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-okay-okayyeah-its-been-awhile.html' title='Okay, Okay, Okay...yeah, its been awhile'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-2702925411588227653</id><published>2008-04-29T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:07:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Winter....</title><content type='html'>It seems that my BLOG and I just really disconnected after the holiday season rambled by, and the twinkle light deer ambled back into storage...hopefully.  (My neighbor down the street, however, STILL has Christmas decorations in the yard.....yikes...its nearly May 1st).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long winter of snow, gray days, snow, cold....and economic worries.  Although sunny days are now becoming a bit more frequent giving rise to a late Spring and hope for Summer, as well as planning the veggie garden, and so forth.....the worries are also rising inside me.  In 2005 I wrote a BLOG about Peak Oil.....that at that time was really an eye0pener for me.  Now?  Gosh...go back and read my old post and see what you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......it is a time of Spring renewal, as well as each of us taking a serious look at "Spring Cleaning" of old energy consuming habits to new patterns of behavior that lead to sustainability, surviving shrinking $$ resources in light of prices of everything, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are changing...time for changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-2702925411588227653?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/2702925411588227653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=2702925411588227653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2702925411588227653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2702925411588227653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-winter.html' title='Long Winter....'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-3075979307986773000</id><published>2007-11-23T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:36:46.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday...here we go again</title><content type='html'>It is the day after Thanksgiving, and that means that everyone is going crazy after the crazy Christmas sales and things. You know, those 4 a.m. sales for those who must get the best deals for the material Christmas presents. Bah Humbug...oh...did I say that? My Christmas wish is for my bills to be paid off. Think of it? Isn't that the best Christmas present with the rising cost of things? So..instead of spending money on "things", think about helping each other out with our ever increasing American debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that the outdoor Christmas decorations are springing up in my neighborhood, so it is time to post my Twinkle-Light Deer Poem once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12/16/2005, by S. Weisflock:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twinkle Light Robotic Deer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my neighborhood:&lt;br /&gt;Forests of twinkle lighted spiral wire trees grow up over night, competing for space with the living ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle light robotic deer-in-motion amble ever so slowly through the wire tree forests, cautiously looking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle lighted candycane fences built along sidewalk edges, either fence the deer in...or out...I'm not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic lighted Jesus, Mary, and Joseph are oblivious to the gathering lighted herds, although blow-up giant Santa seems aware as he keeps watch by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the deer move on, the welcoming billowing Snowmen, Sponge Bob, and Packer Football Player bob greetings in the night...only to deflate to silent sheets on the grass by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are joined in daylight by white wire framed deer and spiral tree sculpture awaiting the magical nightfall to come again with the breath of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;For a bit more fun, here's my&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Version of "The Eensy Weensy Spider",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Susan Weisflock, 11-23-2007&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy Spider climbed on an autumn leaf&lt;br /&gt;Up came the wind and blew it ‘cross the street&lt;br /&gt;Down feel the leaf, it landed on some steps&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy Spider wondered what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy Spider scampered to the door&lt;br /&gt;Climbed along the wall to the living room floor&lt;br /&gt;It found a corner dark, to spend the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Until it was whisked out, by a woman with a broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy Spider landed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Eight cold wet feet, it shivered from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Back into the house, it must go or it would die&lt;br /&gt;Through a window sill it sneaked, and there it caught a fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy Spider climbed up the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;There it remained, spinning webs with glee&lt;br /&gt;The webs shown red and green, as the lights twinkled off and on&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy WeEensy Spider remained there til dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy WeEensy Spider heard Santa on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;He burst in the room, …singing Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;Spider quickly spun a stocking out of web&lt;br /&gt;The Santa left a flea, that was biting Rudolf’s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy spider climbed up Santa’s snout&lt;br /&gt;Out came a sneeze and blew the spider out&lt;br /&gt;Down on the sled, the spider scampered round&lt;br /&gt;Until the Wensy spider climbed up on Rudolf’s crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eensy Weensy spider rode high on Rudolf’s crown.&lt;br /&gt;From high up on his head, it could see all around town.&lt;br /&gt;The sled sped on and on, Rudolf’s nose twinkled bright.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to All, and to all a Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-3075979307986773000?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/3075979307986773000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=3075979307986773000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/3075979307986773000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/3075979307986773000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-fridayhere-we-go-again.html' title='Black Friday...here we go again'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-2074915285690504202</id><published>2007-11-03T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:56.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapestry of Fun - White Corn Harvest, Oneida Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx80VosEfI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD7lViIaoFo/s1600-h/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128611314270999026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx80VosEfI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD7lViIaoFo/s320/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-58.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx80losEgI/AAAAAAAAABs/oQJFehjZMIg/s1600-h/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128611318565966338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx80losEgI/AAAAAAAAABs/oQJFehjZMIg/s320/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-11.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx801osEhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8_axaHZazbI/s1600-h/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128611322860933650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx801osEhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8_axaHZazbI/s320/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx81VosEjI/AAAAAAAAACE/yzw1XdH-ZpA/s1600-h/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128611331450868274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx81VosEjI/AAAAAAAAACE/yzw1XdH-ZpA/s320/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-21.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx81FosEiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TUCIwKm8P4o/s1600-h/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128611327155900962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx81FosEiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TUCIwKm8P4o/s320/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In early October, I went to the White Corn Harvest by the Oneida's, a several day hand-harvesting of the heirloom corn that has sustained their people.  Its an important tradition, and the first day includes lots of work, and then a feast of White Corn Soup.  The corn is hand-picked, hand-husked, hand-sorted, hand-braided, and then hung up to dry in a barn.  It is an awesome experience for us "modern" folks....  For me, it gave me new respect for what ALL of our ancestors did to survive the winter -- before mechanization made farming far less labor intensive.  It also helped me gain more understanding of one Wisconsin woodland tribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx81VosEjI/AAAAAAAAACE/yzw1XdH-ZpA/s1600-h/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-2074915285690504202?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/2074915285690504202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=2074915285690504202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2074915285690504202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/2074915285690504202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/11/tapestry-of-fun-white-corn-harvest.html' title='Tapestry of Fun - White Corn Harvest, Oneida Nation'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx80VosEfI/AAAAAAAAABk/xD7lViIaoFo/s72-c/corn+harvest+%26+open+mics-58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-549817946997009107</id><published>2007-11-03T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:56.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapestry of Fun from Summer - June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx5s1osEeI/AAAAAAAAABc/uHX3bKFN6so/s1600-h/uuhikers4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128607886887096802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx5s1osEeI/AAAAAAAAABc/uHX3bKFN6so/s320/uuhikers4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UU Fellowship - Hike - Point Beach State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx5slosEdI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yzvdhj6J_A0/s1600-h/site56ptbeachnsoozee2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128607882592129490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx5slosEdI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yzvdhj6J_A0/s320/site56ptbeachnsoozee2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful Sunday in June....we went hiking along the trail and then along the Lake Michigan beach.  I and friends decided to camp, and on Sunday night we hosted a campfire with sing-along and sharing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-549817946997009107?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/549817946997009107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=549817946997009107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/549817946997009107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/549817946997009107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/11/tapestry-of-fun-from-summer-june.html' title='Tapestry of Fun from Summer - June'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx5s1osEeI/AAAAAAAAABc/uHX3bKFN6so/s72-c/uuhikers4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-4048235638380082162</id><published>2007-11-03T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:56.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy...So Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx3L1osEcI/AAAAAAAAABM/fSDV9pkP2d0/s1600-h/travois.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128605120928158146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx3L1osEcI/AAAAAAAAABM/fSDV9pkP2d0/s320/travois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer has long since passed&lt;/strong&gt;, and even Fall is moving rapidly on! I can't believe it is already Nov. 3rd, and tomorrow is my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday has been filled with lots of activity, an adventure in living. I'm teaching my Fall college courses, I'm working one day a week doing itinerant school psychology, I'm having fun whenever I can, and I'm getting training on deafblind intervener - which means a trip to Minneapolis once a month! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The biggest news, as far as I'm concerned, is that I've started doing my music again! I've created a duo: TRAVOIS! and even purchased a PA system, another guitar, numerous rhythm instruments, a djumbe drum....etc. My son, Try, also has shown me some thing about setting up a home recording studio, and so that is my next "big step". Try helped me record one song, using his equipment, to show me the hardware and procedures I'll need to have/do. I'm very excited about that...now to just fit it into the old schedule! So......I've also started maintaining another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travois.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for my music...and thus this one has been a bit neglected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travois.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.travois.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; has information on TRAVOIS! performance schedule, as well as news on things that we've already done. So, visit it to see "the rest of the story".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The exciting Birthday news is that I'm headed to Madison, WI, for a Sunday night house concert to reconnect with my Black Hills Folk Musician friends Steve Thorpe, and Andrea Potts....not sure who else will be there. We'll be going out to the Black Hills over Thanksgiving, and I'll be playing out there in Lead on Friday, Nov. 23rd....WEATHER PERMITTING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So....that's the news. I had a "magical" summer....that has brought my life back into vibrant living. Nothing like starting out the summer catching that huge salmon...and then finishing it up with moving my music to a new level!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-4048235638380082162?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/4048235638380082162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=4048235638380082162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/4048235638380082162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/4048235638380082162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-busyso-busy.html' title='So Busy...So Busy'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/Ryx3L1osEcI/AAAAAAAAABM/fSDV9pkP2d0/s72-c/travois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-8793126120803425413</id><published>2007-07-24T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:57.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>44 lbs of fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6iYok0I/AAAAAAAAABE/GI7oRVBoHNo/s1600-h/fishing+trip+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090909167056098114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 455px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" height="363" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6iYok0I/AAAAAAAAABE/GI7oRVBoHNo/s320/fishing+trip+045.JPG" width="521" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so what does 44 lbs of fish fillets from my charter fishing trip look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 bags full&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6SYokyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RegptEmXr9s/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090909162761130786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6SYokyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RegptEmXr9s/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6iYokzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TihoClG8Xcs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090909167056098098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6iYokzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TihoClG8Xcs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6SYokxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KoBuPiKJdLQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090909162761130770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6SYokxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KoBuPiKJdLQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-8793126120803425413?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/8793126120803425413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=8793126120803425413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/8793126120803425413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/8793126120803425413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/07/44-lbs-of-fish.html' title='44 lbs of fish'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaK6iYok0I/AAAAAAAAABE/GI7oRVBoHNo/s72-c/fishing+trip+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-7209997625744249822</id><published>2007-07-24T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:36:57.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFyYokvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oNfWjNgvWn0/s1600-h/sunrise2_lakeM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090904962283115250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFyYokvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oNfWjNgvWn0/s320/sunrise2_lakeM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago, my husband decided to finally give me the fishing trip he had promised years ago. The promise was made to me in regards to finishing my doctorate, a promise made back in March 2002. John had "tossed the bait" so to speak by telling me he'd give me a chartered fishing trip (in Canada), if I'd only finish up my dissertation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that really was all it took, and by the end of March that year, the completed document rough draft was submitted to my committee chair. Long ago history, I had my Ph.D. in hand by September of 2002.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHGCYokwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HoPRy9rkoJM/s1600-h/johnfishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090904966578082562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHGCYokwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HoPRy9rkoJM/s320/johnfishing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fishing Trip? Well......it was postponed and postponed and postponed.....and then we moved to Wisconsin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer, John and I wandered the dock next to the M&amp;M Restaurant in Two Rivers and picked up some brochures from the various charter fishing businesses. The 2006 summer passed by (I had a summer cold that just would not let me be). In May of this year, John decided he better "pay up" on his promise, so he made arrangements to take me charter fishing on Lake Michigan...asking me if that would fulfill the Canada trip promise. I was game. I'd really wanted to fish on the "big lake", and so we made a charter fishing reservation for the second week of June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the weather had to mess with the plans, so the trip was postponed twice. We finally made it out for an early morning fishing trip on June 21st - Summer Solstice!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning meant getting up by 3:30 a.m. to be at the dock by 4:30 a.m. The Bald Beaver Charter was ready to go, and off we went to fish about 5 miles out on Lake Michigan, pretty much parallel to where our house is in the town. The fish were biting fast and furious, and certainly by 4:45 a.m. I had my first BIG fish on the line. Within just a few minutes of that, as second fish hit the lure, and John, too, was reeling in a King Salmon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHGCYokwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HoPRy9rkoJM/s1600-h/johnfishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFyYokuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AEcKD0R6tzU/s1600-h/soozeefishing2_62107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090904962283115234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFyYokuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AEcKD0R6tzU/s320/soozeefishing2_62107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ironic thing...or first timer's luck?....was that the first fish for me was the biggest fish I've ever caught, and maybe will ever catch! As I was working to bring the thing in, it seemed that for every 5 inches of line reeled in, a good 100 feet went zinging out. The fish fought. The fish was a struggle to make progress with. Scott (the charter skipper) said to me, "Soozee, you are going to be working on bringing this fish in for quite a while. Its a big one." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was my "first", I was unsure that what he said was true. I thought he was just jollying me along, as the work in reeling in the fish was extremely tiring. My arms got very tired, and I wasn't sure I'd have the last ounce of strength to do what it takes to land a lake fish. However......I am not willing to admit that I can't do it. Its a "strong woman thing" for me. So....I grinned and bared it, and was rewarded with a 22 lb, 36 inch long, King Salmon. It is/was an AMAZING fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHGCYokwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HoPRy9rkoJM/s1600-h/johnfishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFiYoktI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YvjfRF8UY24/s1600-h/bigkingsalmon2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090904957988147922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFiYoktI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YvjfRF8UY24/s320/bigkingsalmon2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fishing action continued to be decent and we had caught our limit by 7:30 a.m. Fact is, we were back at the dock. Pictures were taken, the fish were cleaned, filleted, and bagged, and by 8 a.m. I was back at my home, wondering what the heck I was going to do with 44 lbs of Salmon, plus the 22 lb trophy fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did I mention that when I got on the boat at 4:30 a.m., I announced that I didn't believe in the taxidermy thing. Well..obviously I had a change of heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-7209997625744249822?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/7209997625744249822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=7209997625744249822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/7209997625744249822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/7209997625744249822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/07/fishing-trip.html' title='Fishing Trip'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/RqaHFyYokvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oNfWjNgvWn0/s72-c/sunrise2_lakeM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-6781300898238430716</id><published>2007-05-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:38:00.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic woes and global issues</title><content type='html'>In my ongoing readings on global pollution and global warming issues, I stumbled upon articles about plastic pollution.  Plastic grocery bags are gradually being banned, due to their nuisance as a trash issue, safety issue for wild life, and pollution issue.  The information that was and is most startling to me is the plastic pollution of our oceans. &lt;a href="http://www.plasticdebris.org/about.html"&gt;http://www.plasticdebris.org/about.html&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Pacific_Gyre"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Pacific_Gyre&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mindfully.org/Plastic/Moore-North-Pacific-Central-Gyre.htm"&gt;http://www.mindfully.org/Plastic/Moore-North-Pacific-Central-Gyre.htm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/01/06/eveningnews/main591770.shtml"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/01/06/eveningnews/main591770.shtml&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/odyssey/odyssey/20050428_log_transcript.html"&gt;http://www.pbs.org/odyssey/odyssey/20050428_log_transcript.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take a look at any of these links, you'll become very disheartened...more than likely....about our short-sightedness in regards to all the "stuff" that we seem to be producing out of plastic, and then throwing away....our throw away mentality.  Somehow we've lost sight of the fact that plastic is a "forever" kind of material, that does not biodegrade.  It also has a habit of picking up other toxins, leaching its own toxins into foods and things contained in it or cooked in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I stumbled on the pacific gyre plastic pollution article, I took a look around one room in my house and counted the plastic stuff.  Since I'm an "old geezer", I then tried to think back to my youth...in the 1950's and early 1960's....and what stuff was made of back then when plastic was relatively new and limited in its use.  I'm rather alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take a look at your own surroundings, I think you, too, will find that somehow we've become plastic junkies.  Wood products are coated with plastic film,  the cans that food is processed in have plastic coated insides, liquids come in plastic bottles, plants grow in plastic pots, tv's are incased with plastic, junk mail comes wrapped in plastic, things bought in the store are packaged in hard plastic containers, leftover food is stored in plastic containers, tv dinners are now in plastic dishes that we microwave or bake......  Heck, we have plastic molecules circulating in our blood...at least that is what the researchers are finding.  Fish in the waterways confuse bits of plastic for natural food.  ETC. ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the fact that San Fancisco is banning plastic grocery bags.  Can we do it nationally! Please?  I mean, what is the deal that we have to use petroleum for our bags, packaging, everyday items, etc.?  No wonder the price of oil is so expensive...we are consuming it for far more things than just putting gas into a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that is my blog for today. I'm trying to de-plastic my life.  I started today by picking up a second hand glass mixing bowl to replace a plastic one.  The plastic cups will go soon, also.  Of course, my worry is where they will go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-6781300898238430716?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/6781300898238430716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=6781300898238430716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/6781300898238430716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/6781300898238430716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/05/plastic-woes-and-global-issues.html' title='Plastic woes and global issues'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-117561647253321060</id><published>2007-04-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:53:19.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming Worries and Perseverances</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about the following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's kindergartener will be 19 in the year 2020, 29 in the year 2030, 39 in the year 2040, and 49 in the year 2050.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's typically graduating college student (using 23 years old as the age) will be 36 in 2020, 46 in 2030, 56 in 2040, 66 in 2050.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me? I'll be 67 in 2020, 77 in 2030, 87 in 2040....God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...whose life is in peril from the outcomes/projections of global warming models? The children, youth, and young adults of today. Its a problem that has potential to rest the survival of our species on their and their children's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this past Sunday....April 1, 2007....after reading the preliminary news story about the soon to be released UN assessment report on global warming 2007 updates....I was driving to a nearby city on the local interstate. Watching southbound traffic, I noted that 1 of 3 vehicles heading south was a car. The other 3? SUV's or giant pickup trucks. This is in a region where neither of these vehicles is an essential transportation item for probably 99% of the urban/suburban population. My heart sank as I started thinking..."hmmmm, wonder if anyone has done a calculation on the carbon emissions versus years of life for our children. Like...if I drive my SUV everyday in everyway everywhere...how many years do I decrease the survival of my children? grandchildren? etc. The same, of course, applies to ALL of our USA energy hogging behaviors, our consumption of energy hogging foods and necessities, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the preliminary news story....I started wondering if our children and young adults of today have the skills and physical abilities to live on a planet in chaotic climatic change, to live as refugees when environmental events (hurricanes, tornados, flooding, drought,....etc) uproot entire populations of cities, regions, countries? What does it exactly mean to us in preparing people for the future? What is it we need to know to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we turn around our USA society to creating local village/town communities where the goods, foods, and services we need are within walking distances? How do we gladly embrace alternate energy sources - wind, solar? How do we put away SUV's, Large Pickups, Oil dependency? How do we build mass transit in places without it? How do we ....(you finish the question)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of one creative use of SUV's. Since homeless folks tend to live in shelters made of cardboard and other scavenged materials, how about making SUV homeless living shelters. Remove the tires, set the vehicles in a circle, place a warming fire in the center (just like old wagon train groupings), and voila....a better homeless community. Add a few batteries and the homeless have lights, music/radio, maybe even TV with the new fangled equipped vehicles. I wonder if this could be a tax write-off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plea is that we all take a look at our lives, consumptions, vehicles. If you are relying on an SUV or pickup truck for your regular transportation, and especially if it is JUST YOU riding in that vehicle - STOP IT! Park it! Start with yourself. I know that the $3 a gallon gas not that long ago had you thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a movement for more energy/fuel economy for LARGE vehicles - like SUV's, trucks, etc. How about if we just get a grip and realize that the time for those as "everybody's vehicle" is over. It was a ridiculous marketing idea in the first place and a ludicrous choice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vehicle choice and driving habits may be where you can start. I don't know.  What I do know is that we've all got to change, and change NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne Austrailia  inacted a 1-hour of light's out event to make a point, and plans to continue it.  Other cities have established events limiting car/vehicle travel - walk, bike or public transit to work days.  I say, DO IT!  Encourage grassroots action.  We've got to do something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-117561647253321060?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/117561647253321060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=117561647253321060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/117561647253321060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/117561647253321060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/04/global-warming-worries-and.html' title='Global Warming Worries and Perseverances'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-117561489265255101</id><published>2007-04-03T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:41:32.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly - grown</title><content type='html'>The puppy of August is now a DOG! She is a darling, my joy! I actually changed her name to Molly Montana, however, she's just Molly. I tend to make little songs about her...driving my husband nuts when I get into singing to her. My favorite verse is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7821/1331/1600/848854/molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7821/1331/320/650695/molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a dog, her name is Molly&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly Molly Mo&lt;br /&gt;She's all black and very jolly&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly Molly Mo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly Molly Molly&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly Molly Mo&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly Molly Molly&lt;br /&gt;Oh Molly Molly Mo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-117561489265255101?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/117561489265255101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=117561489265255101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/117561489265255101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/117561489265255101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2007/04/molly-grown.html' title='Molly - grown'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115512720378156319</id><published>2006-08-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:47:58.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy - Molly Tupal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/Molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/Molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call me crazy....&lt;/strong&gt;but, I had a weak moment on July 29th when we went to visit/view some Springer Spaniel/Lab puppies. It was on the last day of dog sitting my old lab friend Shaddow. (See the story of Shaddow in my 2005 archive). I once again was thinking seriously about wanting a larger dog, and, well, there in the morning newspaper was the answer to my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies were at a house on an small lake out in the country, about 16 miles away, so we had a nice drive for a Saturday morning. There were 3 female puppies available. All were black, although each had unique markings. One had a white speckled foot and more Springer look, but she was very clingy. I didn't want (another) clingy/whinny dog...so we skipped that one. The other two...one was pure black with no white...a bit longer hair with curly hair on her ears; the other had some white but looked more lab. So....I picked the pure black/curly ear hair puppy....much to my husband's dismay. At the time, he was negating my trying to make a decision with comments like "we should talk to our vet", "you should do more research on dog breeds", etc. I, instead, took out my checkbook, paid the fee, and gathered the puppy up...heading out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggled with discovering a name, kicking around a series of them on our drive back home. The one that seemed appropriate was "Molly", although when run past my daughter, I was told it was "too common". Well...the dog seems to come to "Molly", so....Molly it is. I decided to fancy it up by adding a Star Trek character's name to the mix...Tupal. Tupal was the Vulcan woman on the newest series - Enterprise....that was sadly cancelled last year. So...Molly Tupal is our new dog's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/shaddow_molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/shaddow_molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly seems quite smart, is picking up on routines very quickly for a gal that has been on the planet for (now) 8 1/2 weeks. The other dogs are getting accustomed to her...and I'm enjoying having a new dog pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Above Photo is of Shaddow (L) &amp; Molly (R), with my dog Zeek in the background. Below is John with Molly and Zeek on the couch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/newpuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/newpuppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115512720378156319?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115512720378156319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115512720378156319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115512720378156319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115512720378156319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-puppy-molly-tupal.html' title='New Puppy - Molly Tupal'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115370792542958126</id><published>2006-07-23T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:25:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astounding Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/rainbow.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;June 18th&lt;/strong&gt; we had an ominous storm pass over, and luckily we were spared any severe weather. The storm, though, momentarily made the most astounding rainbow that I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/rainbow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/rainbow2.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving along the Lake Michigan lakeshore when I saw it. It brilliantly glowed, and where the illusion suggested it met the water, the water seemed illuminated. I tried to capture it with my digital camera. The pictures do not begin to show the glory that it let us glimpse for the fleeting moments it arched across the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115370792542958126?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115370792542958126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115370792542958126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115370792542958126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115370792542958126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/07/astounding-rainbow.html' title='Astounding Rainbow'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115368596168430616</id><published>2006-07-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:19:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Crummy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've not been the greatest&lt;/strong&gt; at keeping up with my blog this summer because I have felt crummy ever since going on my trip to Colorado. I mentioned that while I was there in early June, I did develop bronchitis. I lost my voice, developed a cough, and by the time I got back to Wisconsin, I had a sore throat and plugged up ears.  I've had several doctor visits, and the initial ones did address the bronchitis.  However, I have never quite gotten over the plugged ears, my throat still flares up, and about every couple days, I'm back feeling fatigued and generally not great.  So..it certainly has slowed down my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to think of the good things that this has given me...not feeling great for 6+ weeks causes a person to ponder many things that are not so positive.  But, on the positive side, this has certainly caused me to slow down!  I mean, left to my own devices, I tend to be busy..busy...busy.  Feeling crummy has made me take naps and rest and do nothing.  So...hopefully by the time college begins in September, I sure hope to be back to my zippy self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115368596168430616?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115368596168430616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115368596168430616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115368596168430616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115368596168430616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-crummy-summer.html' title='Feeling Crummy Summer'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115228016521762167</id><published>2006-07-07T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:59:19.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearly Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/06fireworks_TRLM5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/06fireworks_TRLM5.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th of July was quiet&lt;/strong&gt;...relatively...for us as we had no plans for parties, or company, or anything really out of the normal routine. Instead it was a day of working in the yard on projects that we've had in mind. The main project of the day was beginning work on a cement block patio area below our deck. After finishing 1/2 of the project, we took some time to leisurely bask in the joy of our work....setting up our chairs and enjoying the cool of the evening. When dusk fell, off we went to watch the local fireworks, choosing a spot along the breakwater of Lake Michigan where I usually go fishing here in Two Rivers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/06fireworks_TRLM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/06fireworks_TRLM.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/06fireworks_TRLM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/06fireworks_TRLM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/06fireworks_TRLM2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/06fireworks_TRLM2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT HOLIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115228016521762167?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115228016521762167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115228016521762167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115228016521762167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115228016521762167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/07/yearly-fireworks.html' title='Yearly Fireworks'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115205065713814352</id><published>2006-07-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:16:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/garden%20prep1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/garden%20prep1_1.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time for me to post some photos of this year's garden!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my garden (left) area after initial prep in early May. The leaf covered bed in the fore ground is one of my potato beds. Here I had finished planting it. The path is covered with old carpet pieces, excellent for keeping weeds down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/06%20garden1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/06%20garden1_1.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the same view, (right) as of July 3, 2006. The potato patch is in the fore ground. Next are two tomato beds, and then some corn and misc. Raspberries and a grapevine are along the far edge of my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/garden_from_shed1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/garden_from_shed1_1.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the early May view of my garden again (left), this time taken looking straight on towards it, including my green house frame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/gradenshed%20view2_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/gradenshed%20view2_1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it looks on July 3, 2006 (right)! What I love about Wisconsin is how lush everything grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/old_potato_bed1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/old_potato_bed1_1.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of last year's potato bed area (left) , again in early May. I had a compost heap by it, which I used and then relocated at the back of the big garden for this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/peas_n_lettuce1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/peas_n_lettuce1_1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here (to the right) is the same bed, which this year has peas, lettuce, and onions, on July 3, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the thing that I have been so keen on all year long has been tomatoes. Although I do have some tomato beds in the large garden, I have once again planted tomatoes along the fence. This year I am actually fighting tomato "weeds", as the seeds from last year's dropped tomatoes are sprouting. This might be due to having planted heirloom plants that do produce viable seeds. So, here again are some before and after pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/tomato%20area2_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/tomato%20area2_1_1.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left) Here's part of the tomato area before I prepared it by tilling, digging, and working over the soil. Again, this photo was taken in early May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/tomato_patch_1area.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/tomato_patch_1area.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(right) Taken July 3, this same area includes a "medicine wheel" flower bed (fore ground), and then tomato plants beyond. Yes, that is a sunflower. I have random sunflowers coming up due to the gardening efforts of the local bird population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more tomato photos taken July 3. The plants are just starting to bloom and set fruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/tomato%20fence%20hedge1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/tomato%20fence%20hedge1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/tomato%20plant1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/tomato%20plant1_1.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year's garden is so exciting for me. I have salad greens galore...I just take my scissors and snip off a patch of lettuce. The peas are now coming ready. It has potential to feed us for several months after harvest! If all goes well, we should have: tomatoes, potatoes, turnips, squash, cabbage, broccoli, sweet peppers, corn, peas, carrots, radishes, lettuce, onions, beans, cucumbers, Swiss chard, spinach, pumpkins, tomatillos....to add to the fruits from our yard, which include strawberries, cherries, apples, pears, grapes, raspberries, rhubarb, and plums. We already enjoyed the asparagus. Happy Summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115205065713814352?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115205065713814352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115205065713814352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115205065713814352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115205065713814352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/07/garden-2006.html' title='Garden 2006'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115077077526078294</id><published>2006-06-19T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:32:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pike's Peak ...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/departingsummit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/departingsummit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having spent 14 of my first 17 years growing up&lt;/strong&gt; living at the base of Pike's Peak, taking a journey up the mountain...whether by car or cog train...is not a novelty. It is, however, an important experience for anyone never having the experience, and so on this trip the goal was to take my husband John up to the summit on the cog train. A few years ago we tried to drive up the Peak, but it was too early in the year and the road was still closed to snow. So...the number one goal of this latest trip to Colorado was to make sure we took the Cog Railway up the mountain. The following are some pictures of our adventure. We took the noon train. It is very important to try to take a morning or early afternoon train, as a typical summer day in Colorado Springs brings a daily afternoon rain cloud that obscures the mountain. The afternoon showers usually develop around 2:30 p.m. or so....even though they rarely produce enough rain to amount to anything in the extremely arid climate of the E. Slope of the Rocky Mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/JohnNme06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/JohnNme06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the summit on June 8, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/PikesPeakview06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/PikesPeakview06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/JohnNdonuts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/JohnNdonuts1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of John is evidence that he did eat a famous Pike's Peak donut while at the summit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115077077526078294?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115077077526078294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115077077526078294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115077077526078294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115077077526078294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/06/pikes-peak-again.html' title='Pike&apos;s Peak ...again'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115057775330995720</id><published>2006-06-17T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:12:09.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/trynduane2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/trynduane2.1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is a photo of my son, Try, with&lt;br /&gt;his father, Duane. It had been 24+ years since they had last seen each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/cabinsite06.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/cabinsite06.1.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of the cabin site where our family cabin once stood. The Haymen Creen Fire took our cabin on Father's Day, June 17, 2002. Nature has reclaimed the land.... the trees are now gone. It looks much the same (sans trees) as it did when my folks first built a 1-room cabin in the 1960's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/lakejakcsy2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/lakejakcsy2.1.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a picture of my son, Try, and my husband, John, at the lake named after my father. This was one of my dad's favorite places to fish for trout. We took a few minutes to pause and remember dad as we walked the banks of this small pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/06familyphoto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/06familyphoto.0.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a picture of my extended family taken at my sister's house in Colorado Springs, June 06. The only person not pictured is my daughter, Megan. (We did "photoshop" her into another picture, however...to make the group complete!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115057775330995720?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115057775330995720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115057775330995720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115057775330995720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115057775330995720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-pictures.html' title='Trip Pictures'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-115057673975290981</id><published>2006-06-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:38:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last week was my first journey home&lt;/strong&gt; to Colorado since 2004, really not that long of a time between visits. This visit, however, was one of connecting with family, more-or-less a mini family reunion. Originally we were getting together to do a memorial for my father, who passed away on Thanksgiving 2004, and maybe our gathering was just that...but we did not do an official "farewell" to dad...yet. He is still in an urn on my sister's piano...not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip coincided with what could have been my 35th wedding anniversary, if my teenage marriage had lasted. I found myself thinking back to Monday, June 7th, 1971....the wedding, the reception, the honeymoon trip, the beginnings. Interestingly, my ex husband from that era reconnected with our son, after 25 years absence, during this visit. So, there I sat across the patio at his parent's house, looking at the man who was my "young adult" mate choice. Our conversations tended to be frozen in time, with the only common memories from the early 1970's. I wondered if he was thinking about 1971.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities of the trip included taking my husband, John, up Pikes Peak on the Cog Railway. It was a wonderful trip, especially interesting to him since he is from the Dakota's. Later, we wandered around the mountain edge of the city, and we drove thru the Broadmoor. The day on Friday was spent taking my son around the city to places he wanted to visit, plus making a trip to the cabin property that burned in the Haymen Creek Fire in 2002. The weekend was a flurry of reunions with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the trip is well documented with photos on my son's blog: &lt;a href="http://ochimaru.blogspot.com/2006/06/grandpas-lake-colo-trip-continued.html"&gt;http://ochimaru.blogspot.com/2006/06/grandpas-lake-colo-trip-continued.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One outcome of the trip (that has my family amused) is that I lost my voice from too much talking. From that, it developed into a nasty case of bronchitis, and a bad head cold...and I've basically been in bed since returning. Regardless of feeling so sick this week, last week in Colorado was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-115057673975290981?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/115057673975290981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=115057673975290981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115057673975290981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/115057673975290981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-and-back-again.html' title='Home and Back Again'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-114464316563408940</id><published>2006-04-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:33:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/srmk_sze_templesq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/srmk_sze_templesq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This past week was the National CEC convention&lt;/strong&gt; in Salt Lake City, Utah. CEC stands for the Council of Exceptional Children, a professional organization dedicated to the teaching of children having special education needs. This was the very first time I've attended a CEC National Convention, and it was a fantastic experience. I learned quite a bit, discovered what a National convention is like, networked with new people, and reconnected with past colleagues. I'm not sure which was the best part, although seeing some of my past colleagues from Montana was certainly a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled with the sped department chair from our college, and we had a nice time. (Sr. Mary Karen and I are seated on the wall in the above picture of the Temple). Sight-seeing was minimal, but a few things were fit into our tight schedule. I walked over to the Morman Conference Center and enjoyed a rehearsal of the Taber&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/flwr_bskets_templesq.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/flwr_bskets_templesq.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nacle Choir on Thursday night. Then late on Friday, we visited the Temple Square and took the tour. The weather on Friday afternoon was beautiful, so &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/flwr_baskets2_templesq.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/flwr_baskets2_templesq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wandering around the Temple Square area was pleasant. Amazingly, the gardens were filled with fragrant flowers for such an early time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our trip was quick...we flew there on Thursday and back on Saturday. The planes were full, the airports were busy. It was also good to gaze out the plane window and look down upon Western prairies and mountain vistas. For a "&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/saltlake_mnts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/saltlake_mnts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Westerner" like me, it was good to get my "mountain fix" (if only fleetingly) since living in Wisconsin for 3-years. (My last view of mountains was in October 2003). I have another opportunity to see Western lands again coming up in June when headed on another trip...this time a vacation with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-114464316563408940?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/114464316563408940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=114464316563408940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114464316563408940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114464316563408940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/04/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-114281460379342698</id><published>2006-03-19T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:55:25.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/brad2_lakeM_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="351" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/brad2_lakeM_06.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend from my UG College years&lt;/strong&gt; spent part of spring break with me and my husband. It was a treat for me, as I hadn't seen this friend in a few years. He has been overseas working for the UN, having quite the adventure...assisting emerging governments..through his work as a graphic artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....his visit was an opportunity for me to break out of my usual routines and do/see some other things. The adventure began with driving in the FOG to pick him up in the middle of the night at the Milwaukee bus depot. Getting to the depot is a bit of a challenge as the Interstate highway interchanges in the downtown area are all under construction. Luckily, I sort of know my way...sort of...and so, although there were momentsof being lost, the task was accomplished. Once we arrived in my little burb, we had breakfast at a marvelous "mo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/coldbrad2_lakeM_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/coldbrad2_lakeM_06.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m &amp; pop" restaurant that I like to frequent. Thus the visit began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that we did included a very brief walk along Lake Michigan...it was too chilly for my friend, who has spent the last few years in dry middle Eastern lands. We also checked out (briefly) one of the county parks along the lake shore, before taking a jaunt up to part of Door County and down along the Green Bay. We also did some driving around exploring of the city of Green Bay, specifically downtown, where we searched for some obscure bars/taverns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/frzn_grnbay_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/frzn_grnbay_06.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo here is of the frozen Green Bay--&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The days of the visit seemed to rush by, and although we did some more exploring of local coffee houses, and interesting things around town, soon it was time to take my friend back to Milwaukee, to catch the Greyhound bus for home, and time for me to return to work following Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so good to have friends come and visit! Thanks for taking the time, my dear friend Brad. It was a terrific break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-114281460379342698?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/114281460379342698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=114281460379342698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114281460379342698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114281460379342698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-visitor.html' title='Spring Break Visitor'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-114281292963479910</id><published>2006-03-19T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:02:09.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Approaches!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/zeeknlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/zeeknlake.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunny days&lt;/strong&gt; have brought brighter moments for me, and I feel the awakening of wanting to get out and enjoy the outdoors. Today was one of those days, and so I took a few hours and, with the company of my dog Zeek, we meandered along the Lake Michigan shoreline on the Mariner's Trail. It was refreshing to feel the brisk breeze off the lake, see the deep blues/greens/tans of the lake water, and enjoy the soft giving sand beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eager for Spring....gosh, only 24-hours or so&lt;br /&gt;until the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/mar19lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/mar19lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;equinox is here. I have baby tomato plants peeking leaves into the world, along with year-old plants awaiting the warm days of late May and the warm fertile garden soil. Its a time of anticipation, a time of thinking of summer things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering what to do during the summer months of 2006. I've had the bug to do some volunteer work - somewhere - but I haven't figured out where. I've had the bug to travel, but again, I haven't figured out where. I've even had the bug to take a summer job, but again...I have no idea where. What I do know is that there's about 6-weeks left in the Spring semester, and so my college teaching days are busy as the session wraps up. This week is our annual conference, and all the hustle and bustle of getting things ready, as we put that on, will fill the hours of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....the walk along the lakeshore....what a refreshing, relaxing activity. I must add this into my routine. Zeek will love it, my body will love it, my brain will relish it. The lake feels much like the ocean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three weeks I've been working on life changes for better health...especially weight. This darned American diet fatness problem...my genes have caused it to haunt me all of my life. Every year I start again, and again, and again....to do something. Recently I've embraced what I call the "Oatmeal diet". That just means that every day I wake up and eat a big bowl of oatmeal, augmented with some dried fruit &amp;amp; a sprinkling of nuts. It fills me up for hours and hours..and with that I don't crave other things...well, except oranges. So...my diet is defined by oatmeal and oranges, plus a regular meal of less fattening items. Maybe I should start defining my life style by "O". If I call the lakeshore walks....Ocean.... then I'm on the Oatmeal/Oranges/Ocean health plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today's meanderings. Happy Spring!!&lt;br /&gt;~S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-114281292963479910?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/114281292963479910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=114281292963479910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114281292963479910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114281292963479910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-approaches.html' title='Spring Approaches!!!'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-114142449646200049</id><published>2006-03-03T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:21:36.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Speeding Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Again it has been well over a month&lt;/strong&gt; since I've taken a moment to write in my Blog.  In fact, its mid-term in the college semester, and Spring Break begins today!!  Wow, time certainly flies by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been at a loss for creative writing ideas, seeing this venue as where I take time to "meander"....to dabble in my writing hobby.  Even sitting here with fingers to the keyboard...I'm drawing a blank...although a nap sounds really good!  I mean, its my first moments of Spring Break...having returned home from work just minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some rest...the next order of business will be domestic tasks of cleaning house. I do have company coming in a few days...a great inspiration for putting the house in better order.  However, I'm most looking forward to taking a break and regaining energy for the coming weeks left in the Spring semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til another day.&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-114142449646200049?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/114142449646200049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=114142449646200049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114142449646200049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/114142449646200049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-speeding-past.html' title='Time Speeding Past'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113786916746610998</id><published>2006-01-21T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:10:01.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Here and There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you read my posts below&lt;/strong&gt; on a "professor's life" and such, you might think that I "skipped" Christmas. Well, I did fit it in. Here are a few pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/xmas05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/xmas05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the Christmas Tree? Well, see that little pine tree in the center? It has a red bow on it! That is our 2005 Christmas tree. It is a Black Hills Spruce...a tree I bought at Walmart during the clearance sale in September. I have been keeping it in a pot, so it came inside for the holidays and is currently a houseplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/xmastomato1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/xmastomato1.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of special interest to me, of course, is the fact that there is a TOMATO PLANT right there with all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas presents. Yes, you are seeing right. That plant has ripe tomatoes on it. It is the plant that I plucked ripe tomatoes from at Thanksgiving. Sadly, however, I must report that the plant passed on to "plant heaven" not long after Christmas. I now only have 2 tomato plants living from last summer's garden....but, with nuture...I hope to have them back in the ground come springtime! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a couple pictures from our Christmas Dinner at my husband's sister's house:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/cindysxmas05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/cindysxmas05.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/xmas05dnnr.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/xmas05dnnr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a terrific time! Lasagne,&lt;br /&gt;Ham, Salad,&lt;br /&gt;Taters....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113786916746610998?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113786916746610998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113786916746610998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786916746610998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786916746610998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-here-and-there.html' title='Christmas Here and There'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113786792443022228</id><published>2006-01-21T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:01:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Misc....Giftmaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/firestarters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/firestarters.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Even though my time was short, &lt;/strong&gt;I needed to make "gifts from the heart and hand". On Dec. 23rd/24th I took time to make "firestarter" cups for friends and family who have woodstoves. This picture is of the basket of firestarters I made for our woodstove. How do you do it? Gather old candle stubs/ends/unwanteds, melt them down, put some sawdust or wood chips in the dixie cup, pour the melted wax over the top until the sawdust/chips are covered. Let cool. I threaded yarn through the top of the cups to pull them shut and make them quite "pretty". These are working fantastically! An old Girl Scout craft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/crochet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/crochet.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For momentary stress relief during the end of semester rush of early December (between Dec.5th - 21st), I began doing a little crocheting. Here you see an example of the homemade dish cloths that I crocheted. These took very little time to do...and I found making them quite &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/snowmansoupkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="343" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/snowmansoupkit.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;relaxing when I had enough of grading papers....before the exam week hit! I actually used crocheting as a "reward" for working hard on grading papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The crocheted dish cloth became part of a "Snowman Soup Kit" that I made and gave to several people. The ingredients for such can be found on the Internet, including some ideas for how to write a poem. I used the ideas I found and came up with my own poem. These were a real hit!! The kit includes cocoa, marshmallows, peppermints, chocolate, and my homemade dishcloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the gifts given, I enjoyed giving these homemade items the best! ~S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113786792443022228?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113786792443022228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113786792443022228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786792443022228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786792443022228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-miscgiftmaking.html' title='Christmas Misc....Giftmaking'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113786576143659897</id><published>2006-01-21T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:49:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded by Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/soozgradespapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/soozgradespapers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a picture of me during Christmas Break 2004...&lt;/strong&gt;another fine example of the daunting task of grading papers/projects when the Fall college term ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have a home office, my livingroom easy chair is where I settle in when the stacks of 3-ring binders and papers are tall.  ~S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113786576143659897?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113786576143659897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113786576143659897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786576143659897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786576143659897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/01/surrounded-by-papers.html' title='Surrounded by Papers'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113786193574375678</id><published>2006-01-21T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:12:48.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Professor's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It has been a month&lt;/strong&gt; since I've had a bit of time to write in this Blog. My last entry was just as the week of final exams and the end of a semester were hitting. The flurry of work that came with that ending put a stop to my creative writings and meanderings here in the net. I had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I was a college student, I used to wonder why I could never find my professor when I'd go looking for him or her. I'd see office hours posted on the office door, or in the syllabus, and generally, a professor might have been available during those times. I also really never gave it a thought as to what professors were doing when the Christmas break came along. My only concern as a college student was getting the grade sheet in the mail telling me what my handed in work had awarded me, and relaxing inbetween semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First College Instructor Christmas - 1996:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst ever Christmas Break was many years ago (Dec. 1996) when I was an instructor at a University. The week before finals we had a horrible snow storm, and then during finals week, we had a huge blizzard. The blizzard closed roads and although the University tried to limp along with the staff that could make it in, basically, everything was at a stand still. For my courses, students needed to turn in portfolios of work (special education projects). We didn't have "finals" per say. I was unable to get to college because I lived in a different town and the highways were closed. To add to this, Christmas in 1996 fell on Weds of that year. The term ended on Dec. 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to get to college on Dec. 20th. When I approached my college office door, there were 3-ring binders/portfolio projects stacked 3-deep and 3 feet high leaning against my door. I had to move all of the projects to even get into my office. I began the arduous task or organizing all the piles of submitted work. I had to seek boxes to organize all of the items into, and since there was no way I could get the grading done there, I got a 2-wheel cart and took 3 loads out to my car. I took these home to my tiny cottage. Grades were due - NOON Dec. 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, originally the projects would have been in my hands in a gradual hand-in progression, and although daunting, certainly a bit more manageable than getting these all at once. Oh...did I mention I had 40 students in one class? 25 in another? etc.....etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to be with family on Dec. 21st and 22nd....so those days were not available for grading projects. Dec. 23rd was, although I also had to get ready for Christmas with my daughter. Since I was living by myself, I worked from sun up to sun down on those portfolios and papers. What sticks so graphically in my mind is my Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I was alone, so I sat on my loveseat in my small livingroom, surrounded by those boxes, and steadily plowed thru grading all of those projects, while watching TV. I had friends that were like a mom and dad to me, so they would call every so often to see how I was doing. On Christmas Day, I was still working on the pile. I worked at a feverish pace...and around 3 p.m. on Christmas Day in 1996, my friends called me up and insisted I go out to dinner with them. They came by to pick me up....trundled me out to the van, and away we went. In my hands were the last of the papers. I had about 5 left to do. I insisted on taking them, as we had about a 20 minute drive. I sat in the back of the van, grading the last of the papers. My friend "mom" kept shaking her head. I finished that last little stack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our marvelous dinner - we went to a Christmas buffet - I was nearly to the point of having some time for myself. Late Christmas night, I finished averaging up the grades, and on Dec. 26th (exhausted) I drove the 22 miles to the college and submitted my grades before the noon deadline. I then drove 300 miles more (with a lighter spirit) to go and pick up my daughter for her Christmas visit. It felt so good to finally have some time off to spend with friends and family until the first full week of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As I planned the Spring 06 courses, I tried diligently to make sure that the projects and papers are not going to bury me the first week of May, that they come in gradually across the semester...but, in reality....they will still bury me at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. On a side note...I always wondered why a professor I came to know (Reno Parker) was ALWAYS at college during Christmas Break and Spring Break.....Now I think I know!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113786193574375678?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113786193574375678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113786193574375678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786193574375678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113786193574375678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2006/01/professors-life.html' title='A Professor&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113479280386930275</id><published>2005-12-16T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T07:40:08.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Bright Twinkle Light Herds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since writing my last Christmas Lamentations, &lt;/strong&gt;I've been watching the houses and buildings throughout our region sprout star bright twinkle lights. The variations on the theme: Lawn and Building Holiday Decorations...run the gamete from tasteful to gaudy, and everything in between. My jaded eye has actually been recently inspired to play with phrases and begin working on some strange poem about all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;12/16/2005, by S. Weisflock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my neighborhood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forests of twinkle lighted spiral wire trees grow up over night, competing for space with the living ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle light robotic deer-in-motion amble ever so slowly through the wire tree forests, cautiously looking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle lighted candycane fences built along sidewalk edges, either fence the deer in...or out...I'm not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic lighted Jesus, Mary, and Joseph are oblivious to the gathering lighted herds, although blow-up giant Santa seems aware as he keeps watch by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the deer move on, the welcoming billowing Snowmen, Sponge Bob, and Packer Football Player bob greetings in the night...only to deflate to silent sheets on the grass by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are joined in daylight by white wire framed deer and spiral tree sculpture awaiting the magical nightfall to come again with the breath of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the true spirit of Christmas find you, somewhere beyond the lighted forests, herds, blow-up dolls, and plastic Jesus'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113479280386930275?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113479280386930275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113479280386930275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113479280386930275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113479280386930275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/12/star-bright-twinkle-light-herds.html' title='Star Bright Twinkle Light Herds'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113419140998792294</id><published>2005-12-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:10:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lamentations Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some might think I'm practicing "bah humbug" behavior....&lt;/strong&gt;honestly, I don't mean it that way. I'm just disheartened by the mushrooming commercializing of Christmas, extreme marketing tactics, and mass glitzing behaviors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes...I'm still on the "boycott Christmas advertising schemes" meant to grab your money fast..fast..fast. My son wrote a ditty on his blog (see Try's blog) about the Black Friday scheme by Best Buy, selling 20 super computers for $150 each for the super early morning shopper. Hundreds of folks showed up at the Minneapolis store on Black Friday, and my son kicked himself for being gullible to the advertising, and going there at 4 a.m. only to find 100's of folks camped out in their cars in the parking lot. He saw other 100's of brave souls standing in line to get in the door. He drove on by and went home to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still trying to avoid getting sucked in to the on-going marketing frenzy, although a stop at Big Lots the other day did tempt me. I contained myself, however, and stuck to purchasing less the $20 in items...some of which were little gifts for our work secret Santa exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight's rant, however, is on the GLITZ. I am going to have to take a picture and post it in the next few days to get across my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the deal with people who are decorating every inch of their house and lawn with dorky Christmas decorations? Do they think its Beautiful? It's starting to remind me of Chevy Chase's Christmas Story....I have a neighbor who has one of those insane...or is it inane displays. The blow-up decorations seem to be breeding, every day there are more. The wire lighted deer figures are becoming glowing herds in slow motion. The halograph lighted shapes (stars, Santas, angels, snowmen, etc) are like neon beacons. The lighted candycane edgings of sidewalks, driveways, decks, etc.....are fencing the neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that the power companies across the USA must throw money to the Christmas decoration producing companies, challenging them to create as many varied and unusual lighted holiday decor items as possible so that they can make money too. I suspect that the energy consumed in the USA for lighted lawn decorations at Christmastime is adding to global warming. Wouldn't you love to know the price of all that light? Let alone the light pollution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really tempted to put a single strand of lights up in some obscure fashion in my front yard with a sign that says "Less is More" or maybe "Less Glitz and more Peace on Earth", or how about "Stop Global Warming, turn off your Extreme Christmas Lights". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone reading this remember a couple years ago when the power companies suggested that Christmas Lighting could strain the power grid in times of bitter cold? I am wondering if my neighbor has forgotten the increase in energy costs this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll save my money that could be spent on holiday lights for something more important....like my winter heat bill. I know, that's pretty mundane. Okay, okay....there's a better time for it to be spent....that's in the spring when I put up my little green house. I wonder if my green house would look festive with Christmas Lights in March?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113419140998792294?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113419140998792294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113419140998792294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113419140998792294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113419140998792294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-lamentations-part-2.html' title='Christmas Lamentations Part 2'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113398017597616263</id><published>2005-12-07T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:34:51.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Marketing Lamentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the deal with Christmas marketing?&lt;/strong&gt; I've been pondering this question and expressing anger at the audacity of stores and businesses that chose to begin displaying Christmas items for sale in late August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The recent flap about whether President Bush should have "Merry Christmas" on the presidential holiday greeting cards is, to me, not as big of a deal as is the change in the spirit of what Christmas is, as marketed by everyone trying to sell something!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So....lets see....we now call the Friday after Thanksgiving "Black Friday"....to me that sounded like it was a bad thing. Come to find out it isn't, it means its the day that businesses/stores FINALLY are out of the red and making a profit for the year. Why? Because nearly every single person in America is buying, buying, buying.....to fill the ever growing maniacal need to get gifts from, well, you name the chain store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it is time to call a boycot of all stores that begin selling Christmas oriented items before Halloween, and certainly those that put stuff out in late August and September (except for the specialty Christmas all-year-round shops). My message to the big merchandisers is: THE MORE YOU PUSH CHRISTMAS SHOPPING, THE LESS LIKELY I AM TO DO IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the last few years, when all this advertising starts hitting the air waves, heck, I start feeling like its an election year. Now think everyone. How many of you loved being bombarded by all the election advertisements? How many of you just loved it when political advertisements started months before the real campaign actually began? Well......I think Christmas marketing is now in that same category. Annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the TV and radio and newspaper ads...and Internet ads....all are screaming "buy buy buy" (so they get in the black, black, black)....then the true meaning of Christmas has been lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So.....ask your self the following questions and see if you are as annoyed as I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Seeing Christmas trees and decorations and things for sale in stores before Halloween (in fact right next to the Halloween stuff) makes me excited and eager for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Seeing Christmas/Winter Holiday stuff for sale at the end of the summer makes me get into the nitch of buying presents months in advance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Being bombarded with Christmas ads the minute November begins makes me open my wallet and spend spend spend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Hearing that the Friday after Thanksgiving is "Black Friday", the most profitable day in the business year, makes me get out there and fight crowds for bargains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Watching advertisments and TV shows that glorify the experience of receiving gifts...especially big expensive ones....as meaning a person is loved, and/or socially acceptable....causes me to part with $100 bills to show my loved ones that I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you probably guessed, I answered "no" to my set of questions. Fact is, I'm starting to look at not buying much at all this year. Its time that the gifts we give to our family and friends be those that come from the heart and our own hands. Maybe its the simple act of giving our time. I suspect that giving some cherished time and spending that time with a son, daughter, spouse, friend....is what a good number of American's need. Our lives are so busy that we think the store bought item will make up for lost time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So.....yes, I am asking you to think about Christmas aka Winter Holiday. Is December 24/25th all about buying stuff....often going in debt to do so.....or spending more than is reasonable....to stack presents under a decorated Christmas tree? Is it all about Santa Claus? Is it all about helping our "consumer economy" create "growth"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me? I think it should be about giving from our "heart", our "hands", and our "time". Try to have the smallest bought Christmas present season this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113398017597616263?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113398017597616263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113398017597616263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113398017597616263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113398017597616263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-marketing-lamentation.html' title='Christmas Marketing Lamentation'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113293413666876102</id><published>2005-11-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T07:55:36.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/novtomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/novtomato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Several posts ago, as I was writing about the last days of my garden, I made a statement that I was going to try and have fresh garden tomatoes on my plate at Thanksgiving. The news is, I succeeded!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In mid-October, I dug up a tomato plant that was a "volunteer" sprout. The plant was maybe 2 months old and had just started to produce tomatoes when I found it growing in the spot where my bed of tomatoes had been in 2004. I took the plant inside and have watered it faithfully. The 3 tomatoes on it began to ripen during the week of November 14th, and I waited to pluck them fr&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/turkey11_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/turkey11_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;om the vine at 4 p.m., November  24th. I sliced them up for garnishings on the green salad I served with all the turkey, dressing, greenbean casserole, pie...etc. etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hoop green houses that I placed over my tomato plants in the backyard helped extend their life up until about Nov. 13th. We took them down - or should I say the wind took them down - and with heavy frost/snow forecast, I knew that the plastic was not going to protect them any longer. I picked the green tomatoes on Sunday afternoon, Nov. 13th, and the many (mostly cherry size) left are now ripening. I'm pleased I extended the season to this extent! Now my goal is to keep alive the tomato plants I've taken inside. In the Oct. 2004 &lt;em&gt;Mother Earth News, &lt;/em&gt;there's an article about wintering over tomato plants inside and then starting cuttings for the summer. Rooted cuttings from an adult plant result in quick harvest - according to the article.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...for the November garden report: I picked fresh tomatoes on Thanksgiving Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~S&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113293413666876102?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113293413666876102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113293413666876102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113293413666876102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113293413666876102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-tomato.html' title='Thanksgiving Tomato'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113133006346636532</id><published>2005-11-06T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:28:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Colors Fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fallshbygn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/fallshbygn2.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weekend has brought rain and wind to our portion of Wisconsin. That means that the colorful leaves on trees in our neighborhood have nearly all fallen to the ground. I thought, however, that I'd share a few more pictures that I took while driving thru Sheboygan a couple weeks ago. As of now, bare trees are dotting the landscape far more as the season marches towards winter. The rain, however, was very welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fallcoloro5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;And speaking of rain!! It did seem strange to have a full blown thunderstorm rumbling and flashing on a northern November night! I can't remember ever experiencing such at this time of year. Lightening flashing in thru my window, rain pounding down in torrents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/soozeeblows.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/soozeeblows.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow and blizzards...that's what I'm accustomed to. Late October (sometimes earlier) is the time when snow begins to fall and blanket the earth....but that was in Western places like Colorado, South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming...... I don't have enough Wisconsin experience to know if this is a strange thing.  I'm not "wishing" for snow...although I sure do love using the snow blower to move it off of the sidewalk and driveway. (That's me in this picture - Jan. 05).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fallcoloro5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/fallcoloro5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm quite fascinated with these "warmer" days this time of year. I still have tomato plants growing under plastic tents! I still have Swiss chard, rhubarb, broccoli....happily growing with some under plastic cover and others just fending along in the elements. My desire to have veggies for harvest at Thanksgiving is close to coming true. No "hard freeze" nights in the forecast for this week. So....2 1/2 weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113133006346636532?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113133006346636532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113133006346636532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113133006346636532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113133006346636532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/11/fall-colors-fading.html' title='Fall Colors Fading'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-113123888378505327</id><published>2005-11-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:05:04.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn, November &amp; Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fall05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/fall05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its autumn!&lt;/strong&gt; Of course that is an obvious statement, especially for anyone living in the northern part of the USA where the trees have turned the brilliant variety of colors that only combined conifer and deciduous trees can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of autumn, however, also means the coming of my birthday. This year my special day fell on a day when I was scheduled to do a presentation at a conference. It meant a day of getting up super early (4:30 a.m.) to travel 150 miles away, do 2 presentations, and then the return drive. It wasn't much of a celebrating kind of day, but it was the wonderful opportunity to give of my knowledge to other teachers within the state. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/soozee-presentation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/soozee-presentation.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan for my birthday weekend was a visit from my daughter and her boy friend. I was planning a family dinner - a turkey dinner with all the trimmings at that. However, her car was not road worthy, so she was not able to make the 240 mile journey this weekend. Maybe next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing about being older is that it seems the birthday greeting/fun moments can last across several days. My colleagues knew I was going to be gone from work, so when I arrived the day before my birthday, there in my office was a bouquet of flowers, a balloon, a card, and a few other thoughtful gifts. The flowers were freshly picked from a garden at college, kept by the professor across the hall from me. She is our provider of bouquets, and this one was beautiful as usual, make of bright yellow mums, purple cosmos, and what ever other flowers were still blooming in early November. Pretty astounding that so many were/are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts put me in the mood to share with my students, so I sent one off to buy a cake that we then could eat during night class. Surprisingly, not much was eaten, so I left the rest for the faculty department meeting I would miss while I was gone to the conference. I hope my colleagues enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home from my day long journey to the conference, my husband presented me with a card and a Cross pen. He also offered to spend the weekend doing things I would enjoy....so today we had an adventure on (you guessed) the city bus! His very first ever ride on one! We rode it to go run an errand, and then he suggested lunch at a Mexican Restaurant. It was a fun afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey? Well...it will have to be roasted tomorrow. Once one is thawed, can't put it on hold. I'm glad I chose to thaw a small one...10 lbs maybe. That will be our Sunday meal. Maybe we will find some company to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-113123888378505327?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/113123888378505327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=113123888378505327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113123888378505327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/113123888378505327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/11/autumn-november-birthdays.html' title='Autumn, November &amp; Birthdays'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112972739259097947</id><published>2005-10-19T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:11:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the Bus - Tips on the Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Riding the bus&lt;/strong&gt; is now a national story. Today, when looking at my MSN news here on the Internet, the banner advertisement flashed a story that includes tips on how to ride the bus. Since I'm trying to advocate for folks to at least try riding the bus once or twice a week, here's the link to the &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/content/Savinganddebt/Savemoney/P132459.asp?Printer"&gt;"how to"&lt;/a&gt; article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my own busy life that includes working some nights - and thus negating the possibility of riding the city bus - I take a look at where I need to be on each day and then make my decision. On days when I don't have to stay late to teach a class, and when I don't have other work related errands to run in other towns or cities, I ride the bus. This equals any where from one day a week to three days a week. The savings in gas money is marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I live in a small city area, the bus is a very pleasant thing to ride. The folks taking it tend to be older people, or people having disabilities. The morning routes do include many children riding the bus to school - mostly to the parochial schools. Some of the riders are folks on their way to work, or on the way home. I've yet to see a "questionable character" get on to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became excited the other day when I discovered that a person can take a bicycle along on the bus. The front of our city bus has a bike carrier. Although it only holds 2 bikes, I've only seen one person take advantage of that perk. I, however, stowed the idea away. I'd like to work on riding my bike farther and farther...and now there is a way to get back if I get pooped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that the number of riders on our bus have increased. When I first started riding in August, the numbers of folks per trip was very few. Sometimes I was the only one riding - possibly because of the time of day. Lately the buses have been busy with lots of people riding. I've yet to see a completely full bus, but I've not seen an empty bus on the routes that I ride. So...I would agree with the article I linked above that ridership is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112972739259097947?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112972739259097947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112972739259097947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112972739259097947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112972739259097947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/10/ride-bus-tips-on-internet.html' title='Ride the Bus - Tips on the Internet'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112888198118256654</id><published>2005-10-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T11:19:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past few days&lt;/strong&gt; have brought the first taste of chilly days and colder nights. The temperature change was rather shocking to the body, as the lead in days were oddly warm, more like July in our area. The huge difference (80+ degrees one day, and 35 degrees the next) makes one know that its time to start doing something about the tasks that need completed before the snow falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The tomato plants that I want to try to save needed covering the past few nights. I'd forgotten how much I get annoyed with having to do that. I am working on a solution to the problem, building some "hoop houses" over the top of the plants I most want to nurture for a few more weeks. Hoops are easy to build. All it takes are some flexible plastic pipe, some kind of stake to slip both ends of the pipe onto, and some plastic to drape over the series of ribs created by staking a series of bowed pipes over the various plants. I have to admit, however, that this is my first time trying this myself. I selected the tomato plants that seem to be doing the very best at this point in time, and so I will be trying to keep them going into November. My goal is until possibly Thanksgiving, however some really cold days and lots of snow can undermine that hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the price of gas and heating fuel, the thing that has most been on my mind is solving the winter heat situation. From my past experiences living in Montana, I do have some skills that I am "pulling back out" so to speak, and will apply to my current place. One is getting a woodstove installed...hopefully...if local code and the insurance doesn't prevent this process. Another option is to build my greenhouse again on the front deck (the one I used for raising my plants), and vent the warm air it generates into the livingroom. That is fairly simple to do, and so it will be a piece of my projects. A third option is to create a barrier to our upstairs to hopefully hold some of the heat in the areas we "most live in". That means installing a sliding door on the stairs. We have one, so its just the work to get it in. Other things that we can do include making sure that windows have good seals, that windows that can generate some solar heat are accentuated to do so...my husband wants to try putting up some black felt, and then again to prevent heat loss, sewing up some window quilts and installing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of activities...I have no idea if we will have the physical energy to get it all done before the first snow. At least knowing what to do...having the list....gives a starting place. I guess its more of deciding which place to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I tend to get too many going at once!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course on top of all those things is just the day-to-day chores, cleaning house being one that is the perpetual task of never-ending work. So....guess its time to get back at it on this Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112888198118256654?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112888198118256654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112888198118256654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112888198118256654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112888198118256654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-ready-for-winter.html' title='Getting Ready for Winter'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112822062281413832</id><published>2005-10-01T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T19:42:08.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bus Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/businside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/businside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riding the city bus means&lt;/strong&gt; that you experience joining others in their daily journey. Many of the riders are regulars, with the bus being their only means of transportation around the city. Being a small city with 6 bus routes, and the rotation of bus drivers from route to route, the regulars call each other by name, and greetings are shared with the bus drivers. Its a community of people that have come to know a little bit about each other due to the minutes spent together on the bus, traveling to and from destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the bus to work on Friday late morning. The bus had far more riders than what I typically see earlier in the day. Interestingly, some were the regulars that I've met at those earlier times, or on my ride home. A new experience was that the bus picked up an elderly man in an electric wheelchair scooter. The driver had some difficulties with getting the lift to deploy, but eventually the lift did its service, and the man joined the rest of us on our morning trip. He was on his way to do grocery shopping with his wife. It was great to see that the bus could easily accommodate his needs, something that I would never have seen on the city buses I rode 40 years ago when I was kid. The loading and unloading did put the bus a little behind schedule, but other things do that too...like when lots of high school students ride to school, or the bus has to take me out to my work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting interaction for me happened when I got to one of the transfer points where I change buses. It is by a chain store, and after I got off the bus, one older gentleman that had been seated a couple seats from me, kindly came up to me and asked if I could help him. He was Hispanic and seemed to have trouble conversing in English. He wanted to know if the store had a vision center that could fix his glasses. He showed me that the screw was missing and his lens had fallen out. I showed him where the vision center was, and he went on his way to have his glasses repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered on this interaction after I got onto the bus that would take me to my work. I thought about all the other folks that had been riding on the bus, and wondered why he picked me from the many. Maybe it was because I was the only "professional" riding the bus, or maybe it was because I was close to his age and had a kind face. I will never know. I did have a warm feeling, though, about having helped the man find his way. I thought how if I'd been driving in my car, I probably would never have had that interaction. I can still see his kind face, and the polite way he asked his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/lake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/lake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding the bus. The other thing I enjoyed on my journey was the ability to look out the window at the scenery. The bus drives along the lake shore, and the lake on Friday morning was a deep blue green, with waves rolling into shore. I enjoyed the autumn sunshine sparkling off the water, the blue sky meeting the water on the horizon, while I prepared to begin my work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112822062281413832?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112822062281413832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112822062281413832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112822062281413832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112822062281413832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-bus-adventures.html' title='More Bus Adventures'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112809426803871055</id><published>2005-09-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T08:34:21.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/busentersSLC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/busentersSLC.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the past month, I've been using the city bus&lt;/strong&gt; for portions of my daily commutes. I have a few reasons for doing so. First, I have assigned a project to my college students where they are to work on conserving natural resources. One possible project area is to reduce the number of single-passenger car trips, and two ways to address this are either through car pooling, or through using the transit system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course the second reason for me to do so is to save a bit of money while saving the planet. The metro bus system for our area charges $16 for a month pass that provided unlimited trips. With gasoline hovering around $3 a gallon, $16 equals half-a-tank in most vehicles. So...for $16, I can travel far more distance than what the purchased gasoline would provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My other reasons include challenging myself to use the bus, supporting the transit system, and "slowing down". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I started riding the bus (I'm doing so at least once a week), I've found that other than getting ready to ride the bus, my life is "slowed down". It takes about 1 1/2 hours to travel the distance I can drive in 25 minutes (17 miles). During that time, however, I can read and prepare for my work day, or I can socialize with the interesting people I meet on the bus, or I can close my eyes and relax, or I can gaze out the window and notice things about the city that I didn't see before. Bus routes take a person to all of the key locations, as well as traveling through some residential areas that one doesn't typically see. Fact is, I noticed a little coffee shop that I'd like to visit---I never would have found it otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I decided to take the bus to the grocery store. It meant some planning on my part so that I could figure out where I wanted to go, as well as how long I would have in that location before the bus passed by again to take me home. I left my home around 8:30 a.m., and I was back home by 10:15 a.m. I arrived at the grocery store at 8:45 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first thing I had to consider was that I had about an hour to do my shopping. Secondly, I had to remember that I was going to need to carry whatever I bought, for at least a block, once I got back to my home area bus stop. This made me make some choices that, if I'd have driven my car, I would not have had to make. Shopping had to take on a bit more thoughtful choices as I considered "What can I carry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The grocery that I went to is just a standard grocery store. No little coffee shop or cafeteria, and no strip mall. As I collected the various items I needed, I noticed that I was nearly done within 15-minutes, not good since I had 45-minutes left to wait for the bus. I slowed down. I still was done within 30-minutes, and had 30-minutes to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An interesting thing happened when I went through the check-out stand. I asked the cashier to double bag my groceries so that I wouldn't have trouble with bags breaking. I told her I was riding the bus, and then we had a short conversation about good reasons to try it. I told the cashier about having to make some shopping choices related to carrying my groceries rather than loading up my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The woman in line directly behind me suddenly took pity on me. She had intently listed to my story, including that I'm doing the grocery thing so I can report back to my college class about what it takes to ride the bus and shop. The woman offered me a ride. Said she would help me out, take me home, even if it took her out of her way. (This is not the first time this has happened to me since I started riding the bus). I thanked her and told her no, I needed to ride the bus. She became a bit more insistent - kind in her insistence. I told her thank you, again, and praised her for the idea of car pooling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still had the 30-minutes before the bus came. I decided to carry my 5 bags of groceries and walk to the next bus stop. I then walked to another bus stop beyond - carrying all of my groceries. I was walking back along the bus route towards my home. This, of course, meant that I was actually increasing the number of minutes I would need to wait for the bus! (smile). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a bench along the main street, and sat down to await the bus. Strangely, our town has not put the benches at the bus stops. I selected a bench within quick walking distance to the bus stop. I sat there, with my sacks of groceries surrounding me, watching the cars pass by and enjoying the crisp, sunny autumn day. Again, I was slowed down enough to "smell the roses"...(so to speak). While I was sitting there, a few people waved, and one car passed by an honked a hello. (Not sure who that was, but they were friendly!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bus came. I got on for the quick ride home, and felt satisfaction when I walked in the house with my purchases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/busslc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/busslc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing I realized, while on my shopping adventure, is that when I'm awaiting the bus, and then see the bus coming down the street, I get this feeling of joy. I suspect it comes from when I was a youth and the bus was my way around a large city. Its arrival meant I had new found freedom, and my parents trusted me enough to let me take the bus to various destinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you'll try riding the bus. I also hope you'll find that bit of excitement and joy that I feel when the bus arrives and I step on it to begin my little daily journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112809426803871055?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112809426803871055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112809426803871055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112809426803871055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112809426803871055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/ride-bus.html' title='Ride the Bus'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112786759343323594</id><published>2005-09-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:33:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When I think about&lt;/strong&gt; how one person can make a difference in the world around them, I think about how attitude and interactions are what count. One way is to bring the spirit of hope and possibilities to a situation or circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope! When someone has hope, then possibilities seem to be within reach. Its the old idea of is the glass half empty (hopeless) or half full (hopeful). Its also the mind set of dwelling on problems (hopeless) or being open and creative in solutions (hopeful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other piece to this is whether a person is in the "Can Do" attitude or the "Can't Do" attitude. When I write "Can't Do"....I mean that the person has come up with rationale that is real or imagined to keep him or her from doing something. The "Can't" world can get rather large, and in essence causes the person to live in a very small box of "Can" possibilities. When I think of this phenomena of "Can't" in the extreme, its like a person has created a self-imposed prison cell, the confinement imposed by all the "Can'ts" that set the boundaries and limit freedom, problem solving, learning, and creativity (to name a few).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt that my life has been lived primarily in the "Can Do" world. Part may be attributed to my personality - Meyers Briggs assessment suggests I'm an "intuitive-perceptive" type. What I do know is that I love when my mind roams freely in exploring possibilities, seeing beyond the barriers....for it is then that I feel able in some small way to make a difference. It is in the hopeful, creative, possibility moments that life is good, and I can lend my smile and laughter to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112786759343323594?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112786759343323594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112786759343323594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112786759343323594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112786759343323594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/hope-and-smiles.html' title='Hope and Smiles'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112765909144510448</id><published>2005-09-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T07:46:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Part 2 - Soozee's Big City Adventure?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promised a follow-up&lt;/strong&gt; on my adventure in driving to Madison, WI, so here it is, for what it's worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The journey from where I live to Madison takes about 2 1/2 hours or so. I left a little after 7 a.m. and did need to make a quick stop at the college (where I work). The stop took about 20-minutes, and then I was back on the road again at about 7:55 a.m. I arrived at my destination at about 10:10 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of time was lost getting through the city of Fond du Lac, as it seems the route I took was filled with detours and slower speed limits winding through residential areas. (Luckily I found another way on my way back home). I also needed a "break" - my morning coffee had worked its way thru me - so I stopped for a few minutes at a gas station near Columbus, WI. I would estimate that once I got to Madison, about 10-minutes was spent backtracking, as I missed a couple turns &amp; thus had to quickly correct my errors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The good news for me was that my destination in Madison was on the North edge of town. Being the rural soul that I am, I didn't have to negotiate through lots of traffic. By hitting the "avoid highways" (whatever that means) option on Map Quest for directions before I left, I even found a way that avoided the Interstate and busy trafficways within Madison, offering me a route through the country on the edge of town. Again, this was also due to my destination being to a house in a suburb area that was also on the edge of the city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I only saw the "edge", I actually have no idea whatsoever about Madison!! The housing area I was in was absolutely beautiful. The homes looked like 1960 editions - ranch style homes. The trees were lush, and the location certainly didn't feel like living "in the city", even though it was a very typical neighborhood. In my moments of being "lost", I did drive past shopping and business areas on the edge of Madison off of Highway 151. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So....I will admit that when I left Madison, after a long day of sitting in a meeting, I was ready to head back home with no desire whatsoever to drive in traffic or explore the city further. Our meeting ran until 4:30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One musing that passed through my mind while I was driving down were the number of towns/cities that had names the same as those in Montana, where I had once lived. For instance....Columbus....a common name for towns/cities. There is a Columbus, MT - a town of about 1200 - about 50 miles West of Billings that I am very familiar with. There is also a Montana town called Sun Prairie. When Wisconsin folks talk of Sun Prairie, my brain brings up pictures of a very rural place in Northern Montana - which is in significant contrast to what Sun Prairie, WI, is.....Basically a bedroom community of Madison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My trip to Madison....it really did not equal up to a story title of "Soozee's Big City Adventure."  There will be more trips, as many meetings and activities are scheduled in the Capital city. Maybe something more will come of those where this rural gal can report on "city" experiences.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112765909144510448?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112765909144510448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112765909144510448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112765909144510448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112765909144510448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/madison-part-2-soozees-big-city.html' title='Madison Part 2 - Soozee&apos;s Big City Adventure?????'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112756292084414742</id><published>2005-09-24T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T07:41:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison and ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning I'm heading &lt;/strong&gt;to Madison....Madison, WI. When I lived in SD I often went to Madison...Madison, SD, that is. I never really had the feelings about traveling to Madison, SD, that I'm experiencing today about traveling to Madison, WI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison, SD, is a small, sleepy college town...I think they have 3 traffic lights total! It is the home of Dakota State University (DSU). (DSU happens to have a very fine on-line/distance learning Master's Degree in computers [information systems as well as education]) DSU - a jewell of a small university. The town is quaint, and it took me one trip to explore the entire place. Even as I sit here typing this, I can picture driving through Madison, SD, and experience the feeling of securely knowing it would be rare that I would get lost in a town of it's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm trying to gear myself up for entering the big city of Madison, WI, dealing with traffic, and making my way around a large community where I've never been before. I've been to Mapquest and I am armed with directions to where I'm headed. I have a meeting to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mention Madison, WI, to folks living in my region, they seem to get a sort of dreamy look in their eyes. Madison - seems everyone has a story about going to Madison, experiencing Madison, attending things at the University of WI in Madison......the culture of Madison. I've also heard that it is pretty in Madison. Of course, WI government is in Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....it is nearing time for me to depart. That is my other difficulty. I am having a hard time figuring out how long it will take me to drive to Madison. Its about 130 miles away, and Mapquest suggests that will take me nearly 3 hours. My Western trained brain is having a bit of trouble wrapping around the idea that 130 miles takes 3 hours to cross. What I forget, however, is that whatever way I go, I have other towns and cities that I must negotiate. The "long way" on Interstate requires going thru Milwaukee...which to me seems like a strange route, when Madison is diagonal from my location. The "short way" is on mostly 2-lane highway with many small towns that require speeds of 25 to 45 mph while moving through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have selected the "short way." I'd rather drive thru small towns than deal with the traffic in Milwaukee....as well as negotiating the Interstate maze and construction there. I'm a novice at getting around Milwaukee...&lt;br /&gt;Spending the majority of my life in very rural places where the definition of a "City" was a place a little smaller than Green Bay means I'm not exactly wanting to throw TWO city driving frustrations into my day. Watch for the continuing story....Soozee's Big City Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....take a deep breath....you can do this, Soozee....lets get going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112756292084414742?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112756292084414742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112756292084414742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112756292084414742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112756292084414742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/madison-and.html' title='Madison and ?'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112708633357851945</id><published>2005-09-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:01:31.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/soozeeslastgig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/soozeeslastgig.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you find&lt;/strong&gt; the things you enjoy doing with people when you uproot and move yourself 650 miles? That's been a situation I've been trying to address since moving 2-years ago. I'm searching for "the music"....well, actually the musicians who make folk music. (That's me at my last gig with Philip &amp; Friends Band in SD, July 2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all my other "hats", I am a folk singer and song writer. Playing guitar and singing has been an intermittent part of my life since age 14. This hobby came back into full bloom in 1996 when I started performing at Open Mikes in W. South Dakota. The encouragement from new made acquaintances as well as long-time friends spurred me to make connections with other folk singers, as well as hone my skills. For a few years I was blessed by a marvelous circle of musical friends and many folk venues to enjoy and/or perform at. I started writing original music, and mostly left the world of "cover music" behind. Then I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first major move took me to the opposite side of South Dakota, and I could not find a folk scene. I instead became part of a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/soozeej/polkaband.html"&gt;polka-jazz band,&lt;/a&gt; and that nouri&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/mikemeroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/mikemeroy.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shed my musical musing. I had lots of fun, made some great friends, and expanded my skills. I found the band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;practices to be a place where I could let down my hair, get a bit wild-n-crazy, and it served as one of the best stress relief activities I did during a time when my work was anything but easy. I longed for the folk singers, but I was surrounded by some wonderfully wild and crazy guys (Mike &amp; Roy in the picture) and gals, excellent jazz musicians, and new ties were formed. Then I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this move that has rather surprised me in my search for the "folkies" (even the "jazzies"!). Reviewing on-line information, I thought I'd be able to find the "scene" within weeks and certainly months of my move...more people, more places. Well, the combination of the chunks of time my work takes, my work schedule the first few years, and basically a hard to find "scene"....I'm still reaching out and seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my first attendance at the &lt;a href="http://www.focol.org/grapple/"&gt;Green Apple Folk Society &lt;/a&gt;meeting . I wrote previously about the &lt;a href="http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/green-apple-campout.html"&gt;Green Apple campout&lt;/a&gt;...it was a lot of fun. Last night was my first time at an "official meeting", and that was an interesting time of learning about the organization. Its amazing, the society has been alive and well in the Appleton/Green Bay area for a long long time. (I fear stating a no. of years...cuz I don't know the specifics...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, we had a jam session. There were about 15-20 musicians playing a variety of instruments, and there were about 15-20 people in the audience enjoying all the music making. It was a round-robin jam with everyone getting a turn to chose and sing a song, or request a song. It was a lot of great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night, however, made me a bit home sick for wide-open spaces, prairies, and mountains. Seems all the old folk songs sing of the places of my 50-years of life: Colorado, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, etc. I was glad, however, that I really do have a visual memory to tap of all those scenes when lyrics speak of hawks and mountains, prairies and distant vistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving the 40+ miles home from the event made me think of those friends I made back in South Dakota. I miss them. I miss the music making. I miss the fun times, the crazy times, the after midnight breakfasts in Deadwood; the joy, the triumphs, the chats late night after practice while we swatted at mosquitos in Delmont..., etc. I hope time will help me find some folks to fill those "empty spaces" in my music world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/Steve-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/Steve-1.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For this moment while writing, however, in my mind I'm sitting at the table at Biff's in Deadwood enjoying Steve's company (that's Steve in the picture), watching the "young-uns" take a turn at the open mic, sipping an ice cold ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112708633357851945?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112708633357851945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112708633357851945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112708633357851945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112708633357851945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/searching-for-music.html' title='Searching for the Music'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112670924575197321</id><published>2005-09-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T07:47:25.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/shaddow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/shaddow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few weeks ago&lt;/strong&gt;, my husband and I considered rescuing another dog. We were at the Vet's and we saw an ad on the bulletin board. An 11-year-old lab needed a home. His owner was no longer able to care for him, and he was in a temporary foster home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the number and arranged for a meeting. We met "Shadow", and we took him home with us for a "trial", to see if he would fit in with our other dogs, as well as be able to negotiate the steps in our home and so forth. Shadow had had leg surgery in 2002, and due to his age, he was not very mobile. His hip strength and range of motion was less than optimal. His owner had disabilities, so when Shadow wasn't in the house, he had been limited by the length of a chain for his outdoor adventures. The dog had had excellent Vet care, but his rehabilitation from the leg surgery had not been carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow came to our home and I believe he was absolutely astounded that he didn't have to be on a chain. We have a large fenced yard, and for the first several hours, Shadow wandered around the backyard and was not very interested in coming into the house. He also had to climb stairs to enter, and each time he looked up the 5 steps, he had a rather forlorn look upon his Labrador face. With encouragement (and some physical lifting of his rear up the steps!) he finally entered the house. He quickly made himself at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow stayed with us for 5-days. For the first couple days he would go down the steps to the backyard, but he would not attempt coming back in without help. I called his foster mom and she indicated that yes, Shadow could walk up and down basic porch steps. I swear the dog heard the conversation, as right that moment he decided to show me that yes, he could do what he had been refusing to do. It was uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Shadow, and really got a kick out of how he kept track of his favorite toys. He would have "conversations" with me, which although noisy, were very fun. I'd forgotten how a big dog could be fun that way! I found an old soft ball and decided to give it a toss. Shadow momentarily forgot that he was 11-years-old and not very spry. He trotted across the yard and showed that he still had the puppy spirit within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to return Shadow to the foster mom, things with the other dogs were not working out quite like we hoped. The day after I returned him, I got a panicked call indicating that the owner had decided to put Shadow down. I had 1 1/2 hours to either take him, or find someone who would take him. Well, our college department secretary came to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow now lives with her and her family, out in the country. She reports to me that he is a joy to have, and such a character. His mobility is improving. She said the exciting thing was watching him actually be able to run...he ran down to their pond to have a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/shaddow21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/shaddow21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow has been well loved by all of us that have been touched by his life. His foster mom calls my secretary to see how he is. His old owner calls, and had recently given some tips about what are his favorites. I check every few days and hope to have Shadow come to visit. I love hearing the stories. "Yes," Julie says, "he's still carrying around his green Frisbee, and he loves tossing and chasing his lighted ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even writing this note about him, I can see his loving big brown eyes looking at me. Shadow...a great dog, with a marvelous place to spend his last few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112670924575197321?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112670924575197321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112670924575197321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112670924575197321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112670924575197321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/shadow.html' title='Shadow'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112665255239338341</id><published>2005-09-13T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:02:32.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodent Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Heading off to work&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday morning, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a little black blob darting around on the floor on the passenger side of my car. The sunlight was dancing in through the window, so at first I thought it was just a trick of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving about 4 miles, nearing the second stop sign on my morning commute, I turned and looked at the passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/mouse.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the far edge of the seat was a plump gray mouse, with its beady eyes focused upon me. When our eyes met, the mouse decided it was time to dart to somewhere else, and away it went up over the front seat into the back seat - lightening fast!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately had these thoughts of...."oh my, Mr. Mouse, please don't run over here on my side of the car and pounce upon me!" I kept track of the mouse (sort of) out of the corner of my eye as I continued on to complete my 17 mile journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to college, I left the sun roof open, hoping that my little passenger would find its way out into the freedom of the woods. I also prayed that the book bag I was carrying into the college didn't have the mouse as a hidden passenger. Luckily it didn't, although I did have a few moments in my office where I thought I heard scampering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long long work day, and I really hoped my journey home would be mouse free. At 10 p.m. I got into the car to head home. My routine is to turn on the stereo ...loud rock music...and head on down the highway. There, driving in the dark, things seemed to be okay. I seemed to be alone in my car, so I sighed with relief. Then, about 10 miles into my journey, that little scamp came to life and started darting around in the car. With no light within the car except from the dash controls, it was hard to see what was happening. What seemed to take place, however, was that the mouse shot across the dash, and then jumped down into my side of the car. I felt it running over my feet and, well, I worked to keep my head. I didn't exactly want to explain to an officer: "Ummmm, why did I wreck my car? Well, a mouse ran up my leg!" I slowed down, began stomping my feet, and for a moment, in my startled state, knocked the headlight switch to off! Panic!! The lights snapped down in the GT, and I was cruising down the highway (a two-lane) with no lights. Luckily there was no traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the lights back on, continued stamping my feet, and prayed that the mouse was anywhere but on my side of the car. The sounds suggested it was darting back and forth in the back seat, possibly up in the back window, possibly banging into the glass. I didn't stop to look. I had only a few miles to survive the mouse adventure....and I was so relieved when I got home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my preference would have been to lock the cat up in the car (we have an excellent mouser), my husband convinced me to put the live mouse trap in the car instead. This morning the mouse trap was empty.&lt;br /&gt;Dang!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband decided to leave the car door open a crack, hoping that this might help the mouse decide to move elsewhere. I'm not overly convinced. I'm a little worried that more mice friends might move in. Maybe I'll take the car for a little "test drive" before I attempt my commute again. The rock music sure seems to get that mouse a dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112665255239338341?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112665255239338341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112665255239338341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112665255239338341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112665255239338341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/rodent-rider.html' title='Rodent Rider'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112589512904002781</id><published>2005-09-04T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:41:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with Extended Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/Bertandcousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/Bertandcousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, the Wisconsin Cousins gathered&lt;/strong&gt; to spend some time with our elderly Aunt Bert. It was a wonderful day of food, connecting, and conversation. Here are a couple pictures from our day together at my cousin Anne''s home near Steven's Point. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/Annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/Annie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/conversations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/conversations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/BertKolb051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/BertKolb051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left - My cousin, Anne&lt;br /&gt;Center - late afternoon conversations&lt;br /&gt;Right - Aunt Bert, enjoying the day with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112589512904002781?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112589512904002781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112589512904002781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112589512904002781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112589512904002781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-with-extended-family.html' title='A Day with Extended Family'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112576370501439120</id><published>2005-09-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T13:16:30.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Still Don't Know About Katrina's Rath - Cable TV Choices &amp; Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;With all the graphic and vocal news&lt;/strong&gt; about Hurricane Katrina, a person might think that the entire population of the USA is attuned, aware, informed, and so forth. Not so...for our choices of TV stations can isolate folks from what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hundreds of TV stations, and the "blabber" that is on so many, there are folks in our country that limit themselves to a steady diet of "Spike", or "Comedy Central", or "HBO", or...well, you name the channel that caters to a specific audience and has eliminated news from their offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my daughter today, and she brought this very situation to my attention. I'd helped her move to her college apartment (in another state) a few weeks ago. In our conversation about "how did the first week of classes go"...and etc., she said, "Mom, what's the price of gas down there? Its $3.49 a gallon here. I heard there was a hurricane or something that made the oil companies raise the price of gas." She then suggested that she didn't know why, other than it was "something about New Orleans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her about the devastation, the people stranded, the people dying, the chaos, the anarchy, the loss of shipping ports, etc. etc...(you know the details if you've had "mainstream TV on"....) I decided to bring the picture to her mind by stating, "Think of New Orleans as 'the lost city of Atlantis'." She said, "Its under water? New Orleans is under water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she not know? Well...she watches "Comedy Central" when she watches TV. She mentioned that she'd listened to jokes about New Orleans, but she just thought they were jokes. She didn't have the "background understanding" to connect that there was a bigger than life situation in our Southern USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've concluded today that there is a chunk of our USA population that really doesn't know that people are dying along the Gulf, that there are streams of "refugees" being tediously moved out of Mississippi &amp;amp; Louisiana, that gas prices are rising because of serious problems cutting supply and production, as well as other things that are happening. Why? Because:&lt;br /&gt;A. They don't have TV because they can't afford Cable. (Think about it, it could be a possibility).&lt;br /&gt;B. They don't watch or listen to TV stations that have news....and associate with other people that don't watch/listen to news.&lt;br /&gt;C. They don't listen to radio stations that have news, or detailed news.&lt;br /&gt;D. Their media use is primarily CD's and DVD's...no outside sources.&lt;br /&gt;E. Etc....you might think of some more reasons...I think there are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thinking about those hours before the hurricane hit, USA practice is that anyone who was watching any TV station or listening to a radio would not have missed the evacuation announcement because of our Emergency Alert System. The emergency sirens would also sound, and so forth. Was everybody listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all of the above, I guess today opened my eyes that a person could, this day, not know that Hurricane Katrina has, is and will effect all lives in the USA, and most likely the world. WE live in an interdependent economy...and as the next few months unfold, the economic impact on everyone's daily life will also unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at what the price of heating oil for my home will be come winter.....200 gallons at a likely $3+/gallon = $600+ for about 2 months of warmth. Anyone reading this may also begin doing the math and cost projections....what we all need to remember is that it will be EVERY ONE OF US, including schools and industry and ALL consumers....everything we know in our day-to-day lives will be struggling (yes, I said struggling) with the costs. (An older person said to me, "This could be the depression-like event that wakes us up.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking personal steps with all this in mind. No, not panic, but conservation and smart choices. Panic will not serve us. Smart choices will. Remember...think Globally, Act Locally. Let us all join together during these times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112576370501439120?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112576370501439120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112576370501439120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112576370501439120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112576370501439120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-still-dont-know-about-katrinas.html' title='Some Still Don&apos;t Know About Katrina&apos;s Rath - Cable TV Choices &amp; Communication'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112553909899196233</id><published>2005-08-31T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:44:58.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So much, so fast, so sudden, so significant...&lt;/strong&gt;we are in a time of rapid changes impacting daily lives. The images of the devastation of hurricane Katrina...haunting. Revealing. Modern USA urban human thrown into life and death survival by natural forces. Years ago, several of my friends would talk about how they would or could or might survive catastrophic disaster. Intellectual banterings of what barriers "modern man" has to coping and surviving when striped to basics. Now we see it before us, as we watch television stories of those piecing together lives, living without shelter in clusters on a broken interstate overpass. Drinkable water...more precious than any material thing, a bite of food, a piece of cardboard to shelter from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am in the Northern USA. After last night's exploration of information and viewing of Katrina picture slideshows...I went to bed feeling disheartened, concerned, worried, and overwhelmed by the travesty visited upon the New Orleans and Mississippi coastal areas, places I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already in a state of concern about the oil/gas prices, the ripple of the destruction was written on the gas station signs...87 octane 2.99.9 as of 7 p.m. tonight. I am seriously taking stock of changing my commuting behaviors. I'm thinking about the catastrophic possibilities of a cold winter with fuel oil as my house's heating source. I'm having dark thoughts about the close of 2005. All this as I am working to pump up excitement about the start of a new college semester, guiding students to new information, and making a difference in the world in my small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my sister today, who was looking quite forward to a late summer vacation in Moab, Utah. She has had one thing after another happen that could be omens that maybe she should stay home. Tonight she's wondering if they could end up stranded...finding themselves in a place that runs out of gasoline supplies and far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my problems, my sister's problems, these are small compared to the thousands of people sleeping tonight without shelter or basic necessities on that broken interstate overpass in New Orleans or Biloxi; or compared to the men and women whose loved one slipped from their grasp in the raging wind and rising waters of Katrina's wrath; or compared to those whose familiar place is wiped from the planet, and possibly forever under the sea and silt...like lost Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a time we are living in. Change is upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112553909899196233?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112553909899196233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112553909899196233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112553909899196233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112553909899196233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/stage-of-change.html' title='Stage of Change'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112537291587988686</id><published>2005-08-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T20:35:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Apple Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/campsite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/campsite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This past weekend&lt;/strong&gt; was the annual campout of the &lt;a href="http://www.focol.org/grapple/"&gt;Green Apple Folk Society&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.wi.us/org/land/parks/specific/hartman/"&gt;Hartman Creek State Park &lt;/a&gt;near Wausau, WI. I'm new to the society, so this was the first "real" event that I've attended. I met some wonderfully friendly folks, and the music that was the reason for bringing us all together was marvelous, both for listening and for jamming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The campout started on Friday night, but I decided to wait until Saturday to go. The weather on Friday was not really conducive to camping...it was very rainy at Hartman Creek that night. Saturday and Sunday, however, were perfect days...the temps were in the 70's during the day, and the sky was clear. The stars on Saturday night were bright, and we even were visited by a Northern Lights display, although it wasn't much more than a glowing stripe across the night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The campfire jam session on Saturday night must have had about 30 folks at it. Instruments were numerous, including acoustic guitars, banjos, mand&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/campout21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/campout21.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;olins, a banjolin (or is it bandolin?), tin whistles, violins, flutes, rhythm instruments, and bohran(s). Not everyone attending the jam camped the night. The morning brought more conversations while waking up, and then a smaller jam session before we all packed up to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.wi.us/org/land/parks/specific/hartman/"&gt;Hartman Creek &lt;/a&gt;is a beautiful state park! I checked out the other areas of it as I left early Sunday afternoon. We were camped in a group camping area. The public camping sites are equally as wonderful. I certainly will want to go there again. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/mytent1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/mytent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took my old (faithful) backpack pup tent and it served me well once again. (The last time it was used was in 2002 at Bear Butte in South Dakota!)  Of course I don't sleep directly on the old, cold, hard ground. I took my old fouton mattress, which fits neatly into my tent. That combined with my thick, Montana cold weather sleeping bag, plus a pillow, and I was set for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focol.org/grapple/"&gt;The Green Apple Folk Society &lt;/a&gt;is a group that serves the Appleton/Green Bay region, with monthly meetings and folk concerts. I'm really glad that I found them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112537291587988686?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112537291587988686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112537291587988686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112537291587988686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112537291587988686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/green-apple-campout.html' title='Green Apple Campout'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112527165489525415</id><published>2005-08-28T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:29:53.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Muse at Play - College Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/soozpresents1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/soozpresents1.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They will Grumble – &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They’re Your Students&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6-05&lt;br /&gt;Soozee Weisflock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is long,&lt;br /&gt;the learning is a steep curve&lt;br /&gt;You’ve planned it to where?&lt;br /&gt;to there, with such care&lt;br /&gt;And you’re strong,&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to educate them&lt;br /&gt;They will grumble, they’re your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on you go, their learning is your concern&lt;br /&gt;A burden to bear, to bear,…but you’ll get there&lt;br /&gt;For you know, the projects are encumbering&lt;br /&gt;They will grumble, they’re your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re laden at all&lt;br /&gt;You’re laden with papers&lt;br /&gt;That most handed in, sometimes late&lt;br /&gt;In the madness of midterm, and of finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long, long semester, and now the weeks are all gone&lt;br /&gt;And they’re on their way, somewhere, they'll get there?&lt;br /&gt;And the journey may have weighed you down some (a lot?)&lt;br /&gt;But they’re more able, they were your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To the melody: “He Ain’t Heavy…He’s My Brother” by Neil Diamond)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112527165489525415?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112527165489525415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112527165489525415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112527165489525415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112527165489525415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/poetry-muse-at-play-college.html' title='Poetry Muse at Play - College Reflections'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112516327861699238</id><published>2005-08-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:21:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Peaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/freshpeaches6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="370" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/freshpeaches6.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have a couple peach trees&lt;/strong&gt; in our front yard. They are actually planted in an annoying location, right in front of the picture window. When we bought our house a year ago, we've discussed taking them out or moving them to a different spot. Well, I don't think that is going to happen, as one tree has found a warm spot in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the two peach trees, one tree has been struggling to produce fruit this summer. It has had a case of "curly leaf", which defoliated it after it set fruit. I read about the disease, and removed a few peaches. We've had a very dry summer, so I've also watched these peaches very slowly swell...and recent rains have added the final necessary touches so that the peaches were ready to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wandered past the tree and decided to pick a peach to see if any were ready. I bit into the fruit and the flavor burst into my mouth - oh so flavorful - and the peach juice streamed down my hand and wrist. The peach was a taste of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the peaches, and filled 1/3 of a large paper grocery sack with them. I then sat and ate 3 more!! I pondered pigging out on as many as my stomach would hold...but then...well, thought that I probably should spread out the "riches" across several days. I also should can or freeze some, or make a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, peaches. I absolutely love the taste of fresh peaches. The only rival favorite fruit are fresh nectarines, which I find are the better buy when "store bought" produce is the option. Peaches....fresh peaches! There's nothing like them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112516327861699238?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112516327861699238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112516327861699238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112516327861699238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112516327861699238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/fresh-peaches.html' title='Fresh Peaches'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112506701665519344</id><published>2005-08-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:06:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subaru Outback on the Mend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/mybrokensubaru2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/mybrokensubaru2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On January 27, 2005 &lt;/strong&gt;I had a car accident. Luckily no one was injured. We all walked away from the terrible accident, although I had some bruised ribs. That began our plight about what to do about the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The car, a 1999 Subaru Outback Limited Edition, had just recently been purchased. I'd had it 3-weeks!! The problem: I'd only gotten liability insurance - thus no money to restore the car. I think the insurance company would probably have totalled the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The car was towed away from the bad accident (I'd made a lefthand turn and not seen an oncoming car) and the estimate for repair was more than what I'd paid for the car 3-weeks prior. A friend stepped forward and said, "Heck Soozee, I've rebuilt worse. I can fix it for you." So, our misadventure in fixing the Subaru began. He towed the car back to his house, and for a few weeks seemed to have keen interest in fixing it. He removed the bent and broken pieces, and went on scavenges to get the parts needed. We found parts for far less than what the autobody repair shop had quoted, and so that initially made this seem like a very good deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was...until this friend lost interest. The car, although ready for the next phase, sat inside and outside for months without any additional efforts made. Eventually the car was towed back to our house, where my husband took it on as a project, and through all of his loving effort, the car is now nearing completion. The cost? Well...at this point its starting to reach that initial body shop estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/johnnmysubarujuly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/johnnmysubarujuly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course the best thing that will come from this is the pride my husband feels about his accomplishment. He's always been good with repairing cars, and this restoration certainly has stretched his skills. He's careful with everything he does, and he's been willing to research and network with folks to solve the problems he's encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although various auto salvage places have served us well for finding parts, the most helpful business of all has been Courtesy Subaru in Rapid City, SD. Courtesy has an internet deal where if you buy parts from them, they will give a parts discount. Having once lived in the Rapid City area, dealing with them has reminded us of our times living there. We've also appreciated the customer service we have received, as well as the quick shipment of what has been needed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.subaru-parts-dealer.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.subaru-parts-dealer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/subarutransplants4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/subarutransplants4.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked my car yesterday if the "transplants" were working out (parts our friend gleaned from a '97 Outback, and others that we've gotten off of ebay and from Dor Auto Recyclers in Michigan). For more pictures go to my webpage &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/soozeej/subarublues.html"&gt;www.geocities.com/soozeej/subarublues.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112506701665519344?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112506701665519344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112506701665519344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112506701665519344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112506701665519344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/subaru-outback-on-mend.html' title='Subaru Outback on the Mend'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112499496256566980</id><published>2005-08-25T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:45:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Day Adventure 2 photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I promised a few &lt;/strong&gt;more photos from our Tuesday adventure to Door County. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/lakefreighter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/lakefreighter2.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is of a Lake freighter that we saw off in the distance in the Green Bay from the Washington Island Ferry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisferry.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.wisferry.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for info on the Ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/plumlighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/plumlighthouse.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of the Plum Island Light House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fishcreekharbor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/fishcreekharbor1.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fishcreekharbor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of the Fish Creek Bay Marina area. We were taken by all of the sail boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/fishboil.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/fishboil.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This last picture is of the big pots and wood fire used for a Fish Boil. Although we didn't eat at the Fish Boil, everyone says it is very yummy food. These pots are at Pelletier's Restaurant &amp;amp; Fish Boil in Fish Creek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doorcountyvacations.com/html/generalInfo/fishBoils.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.doorcountyvacations.com/html/generalInfo/fishBoils.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey up the peninsula certainly made us aware that there are places we'd like to visit. One is Peninsula State Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.wi.us/org/land/parks/specific/peninsula/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.dnr.state.wi.us/org/land/parks/specific/peninsula/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you read Single Day Adventure - my first post for more information about our one day "vacation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112499496256566980?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112499496256566980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112499496256566980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112499496256566980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112499496256566980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/single-day-adventure-2-photos.html' title='Single Day Adventure 2 photos'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112490952374208744</id><published>2005-08-24T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:52:03.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Day Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/SoozWashIsltrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/SoozWashIsltrip.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The summer has&lt;/strong&gt; come and nearly gone, and as usual, I've had difficulty pulling a series of days together to have a "vacation". This year, as August has rapidly marched by, I decided to sign up for a couple "Day Trips" offered by local tour bus companies. Its been a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday (Tuesday, Aug. 22) felt like a vacation to paradise...or at least a little taste of it. We took Denny's American Classic Tours, Inc.'s - Door County/Washington Island trip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Door County is the peninsula that shoots up above Green Bay, WI, forming the Green Bay. Its a vacation haven to many people. The weekday day trip was perfect....no crowds! Door County is extremely busy on weekends, since it's a quick trip from Green Bay, Milwaukee, Chicago...and known as "the spot" where folks from Illinois go to get away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We rode the ferry over to Washington Island, had lunch there and saw a few sights, and then returned to spend some time in Fish Creek, before ending ou&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/loadedferrypassing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/loadedferrypassing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r day. The following are a few pictures of our travels. It was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is of a ferry boat coming back from Washington Island, loaded down. Note the logging truck filled with logs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/IMG_0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/200/IMG_0641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John got a kick out of the ride. We both really enjoyed the lake breeze in our faces as we rode the ferry across "Death's Door".  That is Washington Island in the background as we are coming up on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll publish a few more photos in the next few days with additional blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/ferrycrossing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112490952374208744?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112490952374208744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112490952374208744' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112490952374208744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112490952374208744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/single-day-adventures.html' title='Single Day Adventures'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112428989090836673</id><published>2005-08-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T07:48:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ever have one of those days&lt;/strong&gt; where your energy just doesn't seem to reach peak until its around 10 p.m. at night? I have those every so often. Last night was one. Its like you are thinking...hmmm, its getting around bedtime....and then, all of a sudden, motivation and energy come together (TFS goes away) and you find yourself getting more done than you accomplished the entire (lazy) day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take advantage of the energy last night...compiled my year-long academic calendar with all the important dates. That took 1 1/2 hours, and then it was on to cleaning the kitchen - or finishing up what I'd started hours before. I hauled out the trash for garbage day, hauled out the recycle stuff. Then I was inspired to rinse out the recycle container I keep in my kitchen. Next thing I knew, it was 1 a.m. and I was outside hand-watering my extensive garden--since I had the hose out, why not?. Etc. etc. I knew it was late when the backyard light turned off...its on a timer. I used my "woman's sight" to wander around watering things in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its another day. Sure was nice to wake up to a clean kitchen as well as not worry about missing getting the garbage hauled on garbage pickup day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112428989090836673?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112428989090836673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112428989090836673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112428989090836673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112428989090836673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/late-night-energy.html' title='Late Night Energy'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112421210020645909</id><published>2005-08-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:50:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasklist Fear Syndrome -----TFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There's nothing like a friend to&lt;/strong&gt; put into articulate words that which haunts many of us: Tasklist Fear Syndrome (See the link to Dustin's Blog in my links list for the complete writing). I'm taking the liberty to quote Dustin's blog post (August 14, 2005), because I feel he did a great job defining TFS and even creating criteria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The symptoms are anxiety, depression, anger, remorse, guilt and sadness. It is caused by avoiding important tasks that need to be done next. There may or may not be a written tasklist, but irrespective it is usually the "next" thing that needs to be done in life. The task is often one of two types:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very large ambiguous task with no clear beginning, end or milemarkers. Common tasks are thesis, re/design projects, new ventures (like a business or lifestyle change).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple tasks that require an action which is emotionally uncomfortable. Common tasks are making certain phone calls (calling someone you are worried about what they think), paying bills (when it raises other financial issues), cleaning (when the stuff will reveal uncomfortable issues or when it's "not fair") and writing in your blog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://vancouverthesis.blogspot.com/2005/08/tasklist-fear-syndrome.htm"&gt;tasklist-fear-syndrome&lt;/a&gt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;TFS - I know this syndrome well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course the way that TFS suffers deal with this syndrome is through procrastination. Often this takes the form of creative endeavors or escapes. My best example is when I was writing my dissertation. I had a horrible case of TFS. (I think the most susceptible individuals to TFS are graduate students, especially those working on major projects, thesis, or dissertation; the second most susceptible would be their professors!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the dissertation process, my coping with TFS was to write poetry and perform folk music. (Fact is, if my dissertation had been a compilation of poetry and song lyrics, I'd have had the thing done in 6-months. But I was not an English major...oh darn.) Of course all that creative writing did not help me get the project done, and although performing was a terrific release, it didn't put research words to the page. I had to "face the fear and move through it". I read a book about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When my "guts" are in turmoil about TFS these days, I do try to use the "just get started" type of thinking. I know that taking the first step is the hardest, but also is the beginning of the journey of getting the feared/loathed task done. Often, after taking the first step, the fear is conquered and progress can begin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about that dissertation? Well, in 2002 I did finish it. Fact is, I was able to finish up the writing that I so avoided, by doing a writing marathon of 48 hours over Easter break. I knew that I only had a few days of work to do....I knew that for months and months and months. The anniversary of the first draft being completed is March 31, 2002. The final was submitted in late August of 02. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TFS still gets me. Avoidance behavior....I bet it gets you, too! Unlike Dustin, I don't mind posting to my blog, however. When I'm posting - I can avoid housework.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112421210020645909?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112421210020645909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112421210020645909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112421210020645909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112421210020645909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/tasklist-fear-syndrome-tfs.html' title='Tasklist Fear Syndrome -----TFS'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112408427079684668</id><published>2005-08-14T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:42:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handing Down Women's Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My own mother left me a cookbook.&lt;/strong&gt; It was her personal cookbook, a compiling of recipes that she had gathered across her lifetime - spanning the 1940's until 1969. Her cookbook, although now quite in tatters with pages and papers falling out, has recipes that she jotted down and recipes that she cut out of newspapers or other literature. There are recipe pamphlets that came in sacks of flour and sugar. There are also recipes that I tried to type up for her when I was in junior high (it's very interesting to see those early attempts at typing with a pretty crummy children's typewriter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother's cookbook. It is the one thing that I have from her that I value dearly. It is like having a piece of my mother there in my hands. When I see her hand written recipes, I feel I get a glimpse of how she worked to carry out taking care of our family. There are the recipes that she obviously got and used when money was tight. There are the precious recipes of Christmas Cookies that she routinely made each winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not in her recipe book are the recipes that she taught me by showing and doing and telling....family Hungarian recipes that she had learned from my father's sisters. Although I know at one time I likely had some written form of them, she encouraged me to memorize how to make them. I luckily had that knowledge before her death in 1969 when I was just 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took time to teach me how to cook. My earliest memories are from when I was very young – 3 or 4 years old. We lived on Hanover Street in Denver, Colorado. Mom used to bake pies. I had a child’s baking set – mini metal baking pans – and when she would bake, I would bake along side of her, standing on a chair. At this very young age, she taught me how to make pies. We would take my little pie plate and make a small version of whatever she was making. I would roll out the pie crust - it was so much fun. We would make a mini double-crust pie, and she would bake mine along with hers. My funniest memory is when I made a pie for my dog. I can remember lining the pie plate with a crust. Mom baked the crust. Then I dished the canned dog food into the pie plate. I’m sure our dog, Pepper, enjoyed the dog pie treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own daughter is now in her late teens. Unlike me at the same age, she is in the beginning stages of cooking knowledge, and made her first pie (with a little help) this week. She is getting ready to move into her own apartment, and now she has interest in learning how to cook the "everyday things". She talks of how she prefers food "made from scratch", and so she now (finally) wants to have the information that I grew up learning by my mother's side from age 3 to 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to take my mother's tattered cookbook and using her recipes as well as others that I've created, tweaked, or collected over my lifetime, write up a "family favorites" cookbook. This way I can pass on the oral as well as written recipes that have been part of my life. Of most importance is writing down the ones mom taught me that are not written down. The "woman's wisdom" my mother passed on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my hope is that many years from now my own daughter will be leafing through this recipe book, or looking through my recipe cards and thinking about how to pass on the wisdom. The wisdom mother's share with daughters generation after generation. Hopefully "cooking from scratch" will not become a lost woman's art in our age of fast, instant &amp;amp; preprepared foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112408427079684668?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112408427079684668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112408427079684668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112408427079684668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112408427079684668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/handing-down-womens-wisdom.html' title='Handing Down Women&apos;s Wisdom'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112380467999241252</id><published>2005-08-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:58:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Dew Mouth has struck again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/mountaindewmouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/mountaindewmouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What every parent&lt;/strong&gt; likely worries about is what will be the result of his/her child's dental check-up. Well, what I thought was going to be a simple event in my 19-year-old daughter's life has become a time of taking out a $2K loan to afford the damage done by her soda-pop sipping habit (I don't have dental insurance...and boy do I regret that!). (Picture at right from: &lt;a href="http://www.klas-tv.com/Global/story.asp?S=1836189&amp;nav=168XMnyS"&gt;http://www.klas-tv.com/Global/story.asp?S=1836189&amp;amp;nav=168XMnyS&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had not told the dentist about her consumption rate of Mountain Dew...but he described it to her with accurate illustrations as he reviewed her teeth x-rays with us. She has Mountain Dew Mouth, which dentists' have named the syndrome that results in numerous cavities in the teeth of sodapop drinkers - specifically those addicted to "The Dew". How many did he find in my daughter's mouth? 14....and possibly a few more in her front teeth that were not initially x-rayed! Luckily...(or maybe not) these were not extremely advanced. (This is likely because she was taught to brush her teeth daily - sometimes more than once - because of dental work she had before her permanent teeth came in. Thank goodness she was committed in carrying out daily brushing!) However, the damage was done and no treatment would mean more problems and expenses later. It was the pay now or pay later dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe that this is a "real thing", here are some websites that discuss this problem that is becoming chronic for teens and 20 somethings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Watch What You Dew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/healthscience/20010904hsoda0904p4.asp"&gt;http://www.post-gazette.com/healthscience/20010904hsoda0904p4.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dental News (this one has pictures....ick):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ms-flossy.com/softdrinks.html"&gt;http://www.ms-flossy.com/softdrinks.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moutain Dew Mouth Make-over: &lt;a href="http://www.bocaratoncosmeticdentist.com/enlarge_mountaindew_makeover.html"&gt;http://www.bocaratoncosmeticdentist.com/enlarge_mountaindew_makeover.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my daughter is headed off to college in a week or so, she did a marathon dental treatment plan. Three days of long dental appointments to fix 14 cavities. She also has sworn off "The Dew" as a habit. It will be a big adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a past teacher, I've watched lots and lots of teenagers depend on "the breakfast of highschoolers" which many parents may not realize is a can of sodapop and a candy bar and/or bag of chips. A teen will buy a can of sodapop, open it, and keep it in his/her locker where it is sipped on inbetween classes. I once tried offering free alternatives in my classroom...note the word FREE...and had no takers. I remember one day when a teen couldn't panhandle change from friends and only because of being hungry and penniless, he partook on the fruit I had available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today was the last day of the series of dental appointments. I guess my money is now all spent. I wonder if my daughter spent as much money on all the Mountain Dew she consumed in the past several years as I spent on her mouth this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112380467999241252?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112380467999241252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112380467999241252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112380467999241252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112380467999241252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/mountain-dew-mouth-has-struck-again.html' title='Mountain Dew Mouth has struck again'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112361037960645212</id><published>2005-08-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T10:59:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Westie World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/macnmaggy04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/macnmaggy04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our home is&lt;/strong&gt; filled with Westies (West Highland White Terriers). We have 2 full blood, and 1 mixed breed. These are terrific dogs to have, and certainly bring a lot of joy into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are Maggie and Mac. These are "rescue dogs", meaning that we got them thru Westie Rescue of Missouri as they were abandoned and then found in the Sioux City Humane Society. Mac and Maggie have lived with us since October 2004, and they are an interesting pair. As older dogs, they are pretty well trained. We have nicknames for each. Maggie is our Westie Alarm Clock...she will get up and bark at us when SHE thinks it is time to get up in the morning. Mac reminds us of Pumba from the Lion King because of his waddling swagger of a walk, and the deliberate way he will seek to be patted or scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/zeeksterdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/zeeksterdog.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our half Westie is my dog, Zeek. Although he is black - well, salt and pepper these days - his mom Katie was a full blood Westie. It was his dad - a min pin - that gave him the unique coloring.  He's a terrific dog, very smart, very loyal, the abosolute best unless he gets out the gate and beyond the fence. Then he forgets his name and plays keep-away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the dogs just now as I started my blog because it is Mac's bath day.  Mac has a common skin allergy condition that requires ongoing medications and frequent baths. He is so good about being bathed.  When he is all finished, we can place a towel on the floor and he will immediately go to it and use it to dry himself. Its easy to see that this dog really knows what the routine is, and he follows it with very little guidance.  John just finished Mac's bath...and now he's getting dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs....we know our house has gone to the Westies.  They are great dogs, however, to have as 4-legged companions. I'd recommend them to anyone wanting a smaller dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112361037960645212?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112361037960645212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112361037960645212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112361037960645212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112361037960645212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/wild-westie-world.html' title='Wild Westie World'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112342534303073794</id><published>2005-08-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T07:35:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/2005%20bloodybutchertom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/2005%20bloodybutchertom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My garden is planted&lt;/strong&gt; in a different manner from many. The most common garden configuration is one of rows and paths...lots of room for weeds to grow and a gardener to cuss the amount of work required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, when I first met my exhusband Frank, I had a garden grown in rows. Well, it was actually growing an enormous weed patch by mid-summer, but the point is it was a garden of rows of veggies. It was the only way I knew to garden. Along came Frank, who took one glance at my garden and said, "you'll never want to garden like this again once I teach you how to grow a garden in beds." He was absolutely right. The one thing I constantly honor him for teaching me is how to garden using a style of raised beds and square-foot and/or scatter planting, as well as strategic placements of mulch. It is amazing at how the garden becomes an easy plat to manage when planted this way. The weeding is mostly an early garden necessity. Once the plants are large enough to create shade beneath, as well as to have mulch scattered around the base, then the chance of weeds becomes less. The walking paths are also mulched and as the summer progresses, the garden becomes an easy place to go to harvest the desired food items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/2005%20garden11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/2005%20garden11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this picture (left) does not do my garden justice, what you are looking at is a tomato patch (closest to the fence) that is 3'x5' and holds 6 plants. Growing with the tomatoes are carrots and radishes. To the left of the tomatoes is a patch of tomatillos that are actually overgrowing the path and thus creating a big green clump of leafy stuff. The 4 plants of tomatillos are also in a 3'x5' bed, along with a section of 6 sweet banana pepper plants. Interspersed with the peppers are two varieties of basil. With all those plants, it is one green mass of food, with very few weeds having a chance to take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/2005%20garden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/2005%20garden2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows more of the garden, looking at the beds that are just beyond the tomatoes and tomatillos. Here you see beds of potatoes and onions. The squash are growing in the rear on the far left, and rhubarb and raspberries are at the rear center and right. This picture was taken at the end of July, and you can see that my garden is well along into harvest. I've cleared one bed of pea vines and used them for mulch in the potato bed that is in the front right portion of this picture. I am currently eyeing that open space for a fall crop of something...Possibly lettuce, since we've eaten up nearly all I've grown thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a real fan of the magazines Mother Earth News, and this year I took a tip that may seem strange, but sure has been helpful. That tip? Carpeting my garden. Yes, my garden is carpeted this year. What I've done is taken old, beat-up, salvaged living room carpeting and cut it into strips the width of my walking paths. Each path is "carpeted". The carpet is my weed barrier. It is working marvelously, and I actually think a bit better than when I use weed barrier fabric and wood chip mulch. At first the garden did look a bit strange with gold carpet paths, but now that they are all taken on the color of dirt, the garden looks natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harvest this year is really looking promising. I plan to give a portion of my produce to the local foodbank. One bed of potatoes was planted with them in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112342534303073794?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112342534303073794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112342534303073794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112342534303073794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112342534303073794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/more-from-garden.html' title='More from the Garden'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112325227007177794</id><published>2005-08-05T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T07:31:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harvest is Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy gardening!&lt;/strong&gt; This year's garden is a product of a labor of love that began in late January/early February. I decided to try out starting many of my plants myself. I set up a "plant nursery" in my home office window, and also in my livingroom window. I also decided to buy some heirloom seeds from Seedsavers, as suggested by my bro-in-law, Mike. I planted 2 varieties of tomatoes (Purple Russians, &amp; Bloody Butchers), and then watched them sprout. I was so excited that I then started several more plants - brocolli, cabbage, several flowers, etc. Some sprouted, some didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Spring unfolded, my little window nursery outgrew its location. I was not daunted, and teased my husband that I was hoping that the&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/greenhouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/greenhouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; plants would take over the house, if only for a little while. In March I put a greenhouse on my front porch. When I put up the greenhouse, I also was finally able to pull the Christmas plastic candycanes out of the ground, although one was still firmly frozen and would not budge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/greenhouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/greenhouse1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/my%20deck%20greenhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/my%20deck%20greenhouse.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This greenhouse is actully a conversion of a Menard's ATV "garage" made from tubing and tarps. Instead of using the white tarp covering, I used clear plastic. The frame was literally a "snap" to put together, and each end/doorway has a zipper door - excellent for my use. The best part was this thing was on clearance for $129. All the "instant greenhouses" of any size were far more pricey.  After I set this up on my front porch, I starting hearing that my greenhouse was the talk of the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden "babies" spent the daytime in the greenhouse and the nighttime in my livingroom for several weeks until the night temperatures started staying in the low 40's.  I had a small heater in the greenhouse just in case.  I used plastic "under the bed" storage containers that had wheels on them to hold my plants. It made it easy to move them inside and outside. I did have a few nights of worry. When we took a trip, we had to find someon&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/Greenhouse%20may05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/Greenhouse%20may05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e who would not only feed the cat, but also could care for the plants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By early May, my "babies" were certainly becoming adolesents.  This picture was taken May 8th, and the tomato plants were about 12 to 18 inches tall.  (The paper in the middle is a "Flat Stanley" that visited my greenhouse as part of a class project).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my vegetable garden "early" on Wisconsin standards. Some of my neighbors cautioned me to not be so eager.  I planted onions first, and then potatoes. I also put in some rhubarb.  It was really hard to not plant the tomatoes...but I held back until around May 20th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden this year includes a "tomato hedge"....that I put in along my fence.  I also decided to use the chainlink to support climbing beans.  The "edge of the fence" garden actually grew into a larger area as I realized I needed more garden space.  The main garden is mostly potatoes and onions, although I have one bed of tomatoes, and one bed or peppers and tomatillos, and I had one bed of sugar snap peas that has made its production cycle. I decided to plant squash in the back of my garden near a compost heap and the raspberry patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news today is that everything is starting to produce. The peas are done (the best crop ever) and now used for mulch.  The Bloody Butcher tomato variety was a good investment. Known for being an early tomato (although small), they have been producing ripe fruit since mid July. The onions are the largest I've EVER grown!  I'm now harvesting lots of yellow beans, and we've eaten just about all the lettuce that I planted...we need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gardening style is one of "raised beds", and as I read various books, I guess it is a French Style of raised beds.  Mine are mounds of dirt that are 3 feet wide by what ever length I decide.  I also use "square foot gardening" techniques, meaning everything is planted close together (as much as feasibly possible).  I also tried companion planting this year.  One surprising result has been the planting of tomatos in the asparagas patch.  Both are doing extremely well!  In fact, it has been the first tomato patch to produce ripe fruit and is more steadily doing so then the other tomato hedge areas in my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening....I do enjoy it.  This year it has been a long term commitment. As the end of this growing season comes closer, I am now thinking of how I can extend it.  I do have this portable greenhouse......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112325227007177794?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112325227007177794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112325227007177794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112325227007177794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112325227007177794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/08/harvest-is-coming.html' title='The Harvest is Coming'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112248176472535159</id><published>2005-07-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T18:47:11.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Gasoline...</title><content type='html'>About a week ago I decided to take a look at internet information regarding our economic dependency upon oil.  I would encourage others to do the same, however, be ready to face some hard realities.  It is time for all of us to start facing a change in our day-to-day lives, and seeking alternative energy sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few websites that I visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pup.princeton.edu/chapters/s7121.html"&gt;http://pup.princeton.edu/chapters/s7121.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/4287300/"&gt;http://msnbc.msn.com/id/4287300/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/5945678/"&gt;http://msnbc.msn.com/id/5945678/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/"&gt;http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grinningplanet.com/2005/06-14/peak-oil-article.htm"&gt;http://www.grinningplanet.com/2005/06-14/peak-oil-article.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may look at the above sources and be thinking..."okay, looks like another wild tangent"... I hope you will at least take a look and, using critical thinking, decide for yourself as to what the above information may mean...or does mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision to read all this was spurred by the price of a gallon of gasoline at the pump, and from hearing people say: "oh, it is just the oil companies' trying to squeeze every penny from us." (Or some similar statement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Wisconsin, the price of a gallon of gas is varying between $2.29 and $2.39 for 87 octane regular unleaded.  (It is pretty rare to find any ethanol mixtures in our area, sadly, so the price does not reflect that).  Since I don't use the higher octane fuels, I can't accurately give prices for those...but generally I recall seeing that the high premium fuel is running around $2.60 or more per gallon.  Listening to Leno last night (7-26-05), he said that he was paying $2.99 a gallon in California...but who knows what octane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, watching these prices rise causes me to think back (with my foggy memory) to lower gas prices.  There are events in my life that have made me more aware of gas prices at certain times...these events are my moves from one location to another related to work, or other work related situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1980's and early 1990's, I worked as an itinerant teacher where I travelled daily in the rural areas of N. Central Montana.  A typical day's work included a roundtrip drive of about 250 miles.  I purchased gas probably every couple days (and drove an economical car for long commuting - 30 to 40 mpg), and all of us were complaining about how our mileage reimbursement was not keeping up with the price of gas. (Gulf War I era). I remember when gasoline reached $1.59 a gallon.  I also remember retiring our gas-hog 4x4 crew cab pickup truck.  We didn't drive it much (used for rugged travel or hauling), but when the prices were well over $1 a gallon, it just was too expensive to drive.  It got maybe 8 to 12  miles to a gallon on a good day.  I remember one of our last uses for it was a hunting trip.  We drove round trip a little over 200 miles.  Do the math, you'll find our venison was not necessarily "cheap"... $45 in gasoline (although I recall spending $70 - likely including the fill-up after the trip). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after the $1.59 prices, gasoline dropped down to hover in the $1.29 range.  It seemed to stay this price for quite a while, and I certainly recall that price being "typical" throughout the mid to late 1990's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next "gasoline price memory" comes from 1999 when I was moving to Eastern South Dakota.  The interesting thing about South Dakota is that the price for gasoline would differ  greatly (or used to) just by driving across a  line of demarkation...as in the Missouri River.  In the late 1990's, prices for gasoline East River were cheaper than West River. (West River includes the Black Hills...and as you might guess, gas is highest there!).  So...when I was moving, East River gasoline was typically $1.07.  West River gasoline was $1.19 to $1.25.  The good thing was that I was moving to "cheap gas" country!  I was also moving to "ethanol" country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the price of gasoline made its steady move upwards, and before long the typical price was the same as West River. Fact is, the price difference between the two locations (300 miles or so apart) ceased to be present.   Because of the price of gas, during the early 2000's, I remember my male companion retired his old motorhome (sold it for cheap) , fondly called "the camper". The camper was a 1974 vintage, and it got 8 mpg on a good day.  I remember we planned a camping trip to a location 130 miles away.  We started figuring out the price of gas to go on a weekend campout with the camper (gas was around $1.79).  Roundtrip was going to cost us around $60 or so, versus going in our car (27 mpg) and using a tent for $18.  (I do have to say that when I see people driving motorhomes...I wonder where on earth they get the money for the gasoline that powers them down the road?.....same with big SUV's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another move, this time from South Dakota to Wisconsin, in the summer of 2003.  Now I know that a big difference in the price of gasoline between these two locations has to do with gasoline taxes.  Taxes on gasoline are much higher in Wisconsin.  In 2003, the price of gasoline in East River SD was hovering around $1.79 to $1.89 (possibly a little higher).  The price in Wisconsin was hovering between $2.07 and $2.19. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what I sometimes ponder is how a gallon of gas can jump in price from $1.07 in 1999 to $2.29 in 2005.   6 years - 20 cents per year (although we know that it was more like 20 cents in days).   Or....how about 39 cents a gallon in 1970 to $2.29 in 2005?  35 years - 5 cents a year. Doesn't look so bad over 35 years, does it? (Of course you have to remember that we were making about $1.25 an hour in 1970).  (Oh...please remember that I'm depending upon my foggy memory...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...anyway...I've digressed.  I do suggest that people read the links I have posted above because it is really food for thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, based on the math for the past 6 years, and the fact that we are nearing the "Oil Peak"...I better start planning for $2.49 by 2006, $2.69 by 2007, $2.89 by 2008?  Of course there have been predictions that gasoline will be $3.00 a gallon by December 2005.   Posting this will give me a chance later to see what transpires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I look at our USA lifestyle and think...wow...there's major change headed our way. I can already see that the cost of energy is increasing the price of food at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112248176472535159?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112248176472535159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112248176472535159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112248176472535159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112248176472535159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/07/price-of-gasoline.html' title='The Price of Gasoline...'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112198566430593488</id><published>2005-07-21T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:41:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything But What I Should Be Doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So its another summer day &lt;/strong&gt;and I have a long to-do list.  I think every day I have a long to-do list.  I think every day I tend to put it aside and get distracted by something far more interesting.  Like today, for instance, I spent time this afternoon updating my Geocities website.  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/soozeej/index.html"&gt;www.geocities.com/soozeej/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As websites go, however, the updating was not complete.  I know there are links down on several pages that I have created for special education teachers. The federal government is in the process of changes the rules and regulations for special education due to a change in the IDEA Statute.  The problem has been that as soon as a link goes up with information, within a few days the web address seems to change and, well, down goes the link again.  I discovered this while updating an on-line course in early June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...my topic is..well, in psych terms: "task avoidance behavior". (smile)  If I was in school as an elementary student, my teacher would be quite concerned.  She/he would say: "I just can't seem to keep Soozee on task."  Heck, that's how I feel about me sometimes.  I'll have to create a behavior management program for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasks that I have been avoiding today are many of the typical: cleaning house, sorting junk mail (yuck),...and others like pitting sour cherries (I picked a couple days ago from the tree in my yard), weeding the garden, catching up on paperwork, and...well, cleaning house.  When I sat down here at my computer several hours ago, I was telling myself how wonderful it was going to be because I thought I had the motivation to begin clearning by taking care of my home office.......ahhhh, well,...does cleaning up a messy website count?  ~S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112198566430593488?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112198566430593488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112198566430593488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112198566430593488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112198566430593488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/07/everything-but-what-i-should-be-doing.html' title='Everything But What I Should Be Doing'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112190686822251415</id><published>2005-07-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:47:48.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/lake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/lake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Lake Michican&lt;/strong&gt; for the marvelous cool breezes that keep our little corner of the world a bit more temperate than other regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a new "cheesehead"...I am fascinated by this great big body of water. It's only a few blocks away from my house, and on windy days it "sings" with the sounds of crashing waves. I suppose some days it would be more of a roar. Other days it is quiet and serene. Being a "Westerner", the idea of that much water in one place (other than the ocean) is awesome. When I lived in Montana I was often awestruck by Flat Head Lake. The Great Lakes, however, are even more majestic. I am drawn to Lakes Superior and Michigan...thus the reason I now live nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/1600/superiorbay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7821/1331/320/superiorbay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo on the left is of the frozen bay area in Upper Michigan - Lake Superior/Houghton area taken in January 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo at the top of the page is of Lake Michigan, taken April 1, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112190686822251415?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112190686822251415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112190686822251415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112190686822251415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112190686822251415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112187940123056892</id><published>2005-07-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:10:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying Web Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why is it&lt;/strong&gt; that when a female is on the WWW, many many many men seem to believe that the woman is "looking" for love, single (possibly), and available? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As indicated in my first blog, I've been at this internet thing for a long time.  I've even been thru the single's scene, and in the early years of "American Singles", I think it was an okay place to be....WHEN SINGLE.  Thinking about it in the year 2005?  No...I don't have the same belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I WAS single, I noticed an alarming trend as the computer on-line world began to increase in population expodentially.  I noticed that the on-line behavior of people became more and more crass, forward, and objectionable.  I also noticed that the ability to trust that a person on the net was actually who they claimed to be also became more and more unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyeopener was many years ago when I was "automatically" logging into an internet messenger.  I was very busy doing research for a dissertation, and I relied heavily on the wonderful ability to access reliable information in libraries and elsewhere.  I would log on thru my "dial up" and spend either early morning hours or late night hours finding information for the literature review of my dissertation.  During these times utter strangers would start IMing me.  My own reason for having IM was to correspond with family and friends instantly..avoiding the long distance phone call.  Well, these interrupting IM's were men looking for sexual encounters.  Now in 2005, I would say that 98.9% of all of the "random" IM's seem to be of this genre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My example today is one from Yahoo Messenger. I recently signed back up for that. Haven't used it in years.  I just left YM open...and those of you using such know that it makes your Icon be "available for chat".   Well, my computer was on late into the night. Late night...here comes the "random" chatter, male, who has not clicked on my "profile". (Probably because few seem to fill out one for identity reasons).  I have the option to igore this person, but for the heck of it I say hello.  Its like...online pickup lines:  "Hi"  "How are you?" "Where do you live?" "Do you have a cam?"  "Do you have a pic?"  I was stilted in replying.  I respond with "no cam".  This seems to be an oddity? I mention I'm married.  Annon man is suprised...but not daunted....although there is an "Ok" with a long pause in the chat.  I end the chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the strangest thing I can say about this is that the next morning, I'm away from my computer for awhile and find an IM from the same man. Its a Bluemountain Love Poem.  What? I am thinking...is this guy crazy?  Is he confused? What is the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I decided to change my online nickname.  I did this.  A few days later, same guy IM's me.  Fact is, I'm not sure he even knew the new nickname was me.  Once again the question: "Do you have a cam?"  My response, "NO".    I mention something about my husband in a sentence, and its "Your married?"  I'm thinking "Oh Duh"....do we have a short attention span?  Does ANYONE READ the profile? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's ramblings are that random IM's annoy me.  I will have to change the settings on my YM....stealth mode ALWAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112187940123056892?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112187940123056892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112187940123056892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112187940123056892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112187940123056892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/07/annoying-web-behavior.html' title='Annoying Web Behavior'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14643271.post-112182323403219247</id><published>2005-07-19T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:33:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure in Cyberworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Entering Blogging....&lt;/strong&gt;Computers have been part of my world since 1982. Although I'm not always the "first" to do this computer stuff, it seems that I plod along and eventually enter the next stage of this Internet world.  I started out with computers when PET was the word for a machine. Well, actually before that when I was learing (and cussing) a beginning programming class using punch cards.  PET to Commodore 64 to Apple II to Apple IIe, ...then PC 286...386...486....etc. etc. You know the drill.  I got involved in the early internet thru the newsgroup kind of activity. I was a moderator of the K12 special ed net in 1993-4....an "International Moderator" of the group postings sitting at my computer in an isolated corner of rural Montana.  As I write this comment, I realize that this blogging thing is pretty much the same kind of deal...except now anyone can begin one and do whatever.   So...then there were the early stages of email, and then the explosion of the internet possibilities.  In 1996 I signed up for a Geocities website...have had that ever since!  A wonderful teacher of basic webpage skills...that I value today as a teacher using online formats to augment and teach classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back to my first thought...I'm now entering the world of blogging, following in the footsteps of my son and "adopted" son....   Welcome to a glimpse at my world, my thoughts, and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Susan Weisflock, Ph.D. (2006)&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14643271-112182323403219247?l=drsooz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/feeds/112182323403219247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14643271&amp;postID=112182323403219247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112182323403219247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14643271/posts/default/112182323403219247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drsooz.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-adventure-in-cyberworld.html' title='A New Adventure in Cyberworld'/><author><name>Dr. SooZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11725738142867363602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBI9yYymL4M/S0DFHXtTe3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/iDeMa96PE_g/S220/4directions.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
