Monthly Archives: July 2014

Enter, Mr. Jack Russell

My cousin forwarded the following youtube video to me.  If you appreciate the wonderfulness of our domestic animals, you will LOVE the result of positive training of which this dog is the recipient.

Enjoy!

http://youtu.be/PztO-OvzRyg

 

 

Guilty!

I love animals – they are all innocent creatures that have an important place in our world – er – it’s their world, also. Let them live their lives as we want to live ours: with freedom from intervention by others. For those who purposely interfere with the natural order of things in the wild, I say: – well, I’m not in the habit of cursing, but you get my drift.  DO NOT FEED WILD ANIMALS!

Walking with the Alligators

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Beautiful, Bashful, Black Bear Cubs~
Picture credit:  FWC

I am sure that you all remember the horrific stories written  here about the Seven Black Bears,  that were killed in the Orlando area recently.

It was a sad, sad, sickening thing to have to write about and watch unfold.

Many hearts were broken,  as this story was on the News here nearly daily.

Many were also convinced that a Human was at the root of this, but could not prove it until now.

Finally the answer came and it has been all over our news for the past 24 hours.

First, a local Seminole County couple, Corey Zeak and Lori Clem, admitted to feeding the bears in this neighborhood and pleaded   “no contest”  to the charges against them.

They were fined $200 each and put on six months probation!

Then, a video surfaced of a man shown actually in the act of feeding a Black Bear.

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“I Think That I Shall Never See A Poem Lovely As A Tree. . .”

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

When I was a young girl,  growing up in Brooklyn NY, I rode the Utica Avenue trolley car (and later, on the bus when trolleys no longer ran) up to Eastern Parkway.  That’s where I went down into the subway station where the IRT (Interboro Rapid Transit) line ran.  I took it to the Brooklyn Museum, where, every Saturday morning, I took art lessons.

I remember the art teacher always urged the class to “feel” the subjects we were observing, and just let the lines flow.

One time, we were in the rotunda, overlooking a round stage below us.  Dancers were performing; they wore flowing skirts and their movements were very fluid.  We were experimenting with “conte” crayon.  A light brown square crayon that looked almost like charcoal or pastels, but was more dense (not as fragile) and was a little oily.  That’s how I remember it.  And it was easy to use – it “flowed” on the heavyweight art pages.

brooklyn botanical garden sign

Another time, in the Spring, when the weather was balmy and sunny, the class was taken to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens – next door to the museum.  We were introduced to the Japanese Gardens.  And I was introduced to my favorite of all places.  It was so peaceful, and I breathed it all in.  The beauty!  A new world appeared before me.  Bushes, bridges over water, still ponds, lily pads, colors.

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It was difficult to take it all in.  In my young age, I had not experienced anything like that on which my eyes feasted.  And the best of all:  the trees.

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After I no longer went to the museum for art classes, I still would take the IRT to the Eastern Parkway station and, with my pastels and art pad, I would meander through the gardens and put colors to paper and draw my heart out!

 

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Stand By Me

Taking a different tack (for me).  Came across this video of a great rendition of the song, “Stand By Me” made popular by the great Ben E King.  Found video on a blog I have recently followed:  It Is What It Is – Dr. Rex.

Enjoy!

Mr. Instigator, Rusty

I have 3 cats: Patches (my only girl), Rusty, and Romeo. They are great company, and make me smile and laugh. I hope you enjoy my post.

Pussy Cats 3

Rusty is the most active of the three.  When something is going on, it’s always Rusty that Romeo follows; never the other way round.

For instance, the other day, there were some goings on out in the back of the house, and that got Rusty’s attention.

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I opened up the verticals so Rusty could see better. I opened up the verticals so Rusty could see better.

Patches pays no mind to all Rusty’s shenanigans!

She couldn't care less. She couldn’t care less.

This time, Romeo couldn’t care less, either.

Romeo couldn't care less about Rusty's antics, either.  He's got his world by the tail! Romeo couldn’t care less about Rusty’s antics, either. He’s got his world by the tail!

Romeo turned away from the camera-he's in another world-his. Romeo turned away from the camera-he’s in another world-his.

I found out what got Rusty all excited:

There's the squirrel, running across the back and past the Common Morhens. There’s the squirrel, running across the back and past the Common Morhens.

The poor Morhens didn't know what happened.  They seemed confused for a moment.  It's a good thing for that squirrel because Morhens are very territorial. The poor Morhens didn’t know what happened. They seemed confused for a moment. It’s a good thing for that squirrel because Morhens are very territorial.

There is a pair of Common…

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Memories of a Time Past: Part 5

I grew up in Brooklyn NY (Yay!)  When an ice cream vendor turned onto our block, and we kids heard the bells, there was pandemonium on the street.  All the kids went running home to get money.  And, we were afraid that the truck would pass us all by, by the time we got back outside with ice cream money.  It was an ice cream frenzy going on!

There was Mister Softee;

Mr. Softee

There was the Good Humor man;

My favorites were the toasted almond bar and the one that had the real chocolate in the middle (can't remember what it was called).

My favorites were the toasted almond bar and the one that had the real chocolate in the middle (can’t remember what it was called).  I’m still a sucker for chocolate.

And then there was Eskimo Pie!

Eskimo Pie

Sometimes there was a guy who sold a non-descript ice cream and pedaled a three-wheeled bike with this huge freezer box on the front end (and sometimes it was an Eskimo Pie vendor).

ice cream bicycle

and Bungalow Bar!

bungalow bar

The Bungalow Bar truck was designed like a bungalow cottage with a roof and chimney, and a gate for a door. Even though I preferred the flavors of the Good Humor, I enjoyed the Bungalow Bar truck better, because it had more “character.”  The man was nice, too!

 

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Mr. President, Can This Bode Well for M.E.?

NIH names new clinical sites in Undiagnosed Diseases Network

As reported in a recent blog, I subscribe to many newsletters and blogs from different departments in our government.  As a result, I get backlogged with the many emails in my inbox.  Today, I opened an email from the National Institutes of Health, dated July 1st.  Right away, my brain started to buzz with the action of neurons [from Wikipedia:   an electrically excitable cell that processes and transmits information through electrical and chemical signals].  Could this lead to some “buzzable” action that will mean NIH support for M.E.?  It may be farfetched, but my mind grabbed this thought and ran with it.

Another letter to President Obama:

Dear Mr. President;

The National Institutes of Health has awarded grants to six medical centers around the country to select from the most difficult-to-solve medical cases and together develop effective approaches to diagnose them. The clinical sites will conduct clinical evaluation and scientific investigation in cases that involve patients with prolonged undiagnosed conditions.

The network includes and is modeled after an NIH pilot program that has enrolled people with intractable medical conditions from nearly every state, the District of Columbia and seven foreign countries. The network builds on a program at the NIH Clinical Center in Bethesda, Md. that, for the past six years, has evaluated hundreds of patients and provided many diagnoses, often using genomic approaches, for rare conditions.

M.E. (myalgic encephalomyelitis), commonly referred to as CFS (chronic fatigue syndrome), is an officially-undiagnosed (mystery) illness for which there is no diagnostic criteria in the U.S. and has remained a mystery for over 3 decades. I strongly believe that it should be considered to be included by the NIH network.

Undiagnosed, or mystery, diseases are conditions that even skilled physicians cannot diagnose despite extensive clinical investigation. Our medical community knows very little about M.E.:  these symptoms are not part of the curriculum in medical schools; and most have never had patients displaying (presenting) the symptoms of the multi-faceted illness; in fact, many patients suffering from these many symptoms are referred to psychiatrists for evaluations. This is because the primary physicians are totally baffled by the patients’ symptoms, and since the patients “don’t look sick,” they wash their hands of them and “hand” them off to another specialty.

Mr. President, this is serious. Globally, there are at least 20 million sufferers and more than 1 million in the U.S. The people who are so sick have not many corners to look in for relief. As a matter of fact, most suffer from unbearable pain and need pain-reducing medication. These patients are having trouble getting the dosage they require because of a new policy preventing the filling of prescriptions for a dosage that is higher than the usual. These patients are not the “usual” patient. They are being denied the relief they require. They are not addicts and they have no intention of selling it.

Sincerely,

Carol Carlson

 

Memories of a Time Past: Part 4

My father’s cousins formed a “family circle” by the name of “Weiser Family Circle.”  It was a cousins club.  All his siblings and cousins and their children, and aunts and uncles were members.  Weiser was his mother’s maiden name, so the club consisted of only family members from her side of the family.  I don’t remember her coming with us.  Anyway, it was just as well she wasn’t there.  She was not a well-liked woman, to put it mildly.

These annual jaunts started when I was a teenager.  We always got a very early start.  It was easy to get together since we all lived in Brooklyn.  We arranged to meet at 6 am at a cafeteria to have early breakfast before getting started on the long trip.  I remember how sleepy everyone was, and a little grumpy – no, a lot grumpy.  No one was used to getting up so early, packing up the picnic baskets and games and charcoal and BBQ paraphernalia, and getting it all into the car.

Packing car[image from bingdotcom]

After coffee and something to eat, everyone felt better and started to get excited about the day ahead.  And the long drive – oh, what people do to have a good time!

Our picnics took place in the Spring and the destination was in upstate NY.  I believe it was in the Saranac Lake area.  We all had to take sweaters and jackets.  It was very chilly in the mornings and as the sun started to go down, it got chilly again – in fact, I remember we were freezing one time, and there was a time when it started to rain.  We all tried to avoid the rain by getting under the picnic tables.  The barbeque fires were in danger, but we couldn’t do anything about that.  That particular time, we just had to pack up as quickly as we could, get things into the cars, and cut the day short.  Oh well.

My friend, Marian came with us one year.

Marian is on the left, and I'm in the middle.  You can see we're wearing jackets.  It was usually pretty chilly, if not downright cold.

Marian is on the left, and I’m in the middle. You can see we’re wearing jackets. It was usually pretty chilly, if not downright cold.

They were good times.

Video: “Get Well From ME”

I have just viewed a video of a young man who has M.E.  He looks healthy, (but of course, he isn’t) and he’s spending some time at the ocean for the shoot.  M.E. is an “invisible” disease.

I found this on Twitter @GetWellfromME.  His website is www.getwellfromme.com, where he has many videos that are enlightening and so full of information and suggestions.

He has the following announcement at the top of his site:

“ME (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, sometimes called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome CFS) is a serious and often severely disabling long-term neurological disease which also affects the body’s immune system, hormones, muscles and circulation. Up to 250,000 people in the UK have ME, and millions around the world. There is no cure yet. But in these videos, I hope to bring together some of the best available wisdom and advice to help people manage ME and hopefully even look forward to getting at least partly better or even making a good recovery – whilst genuinely seeking to understand and support people with severe ME and who, through absolutely no fault of their own, are not getting better.”

This video is a little more than 6 minutes, but it goes quickly, because you get caught up in what he is saying.  Graphics help to emphasize what he says.  He “tells it like it is.”

 

Terminology and Meanings in ME

This blog post on WellMe||Wellington Region ME/CFS Support Group Inc examines and explains the different facets of M.E. in easy-to-understand terms for those suffering from this debilitating chronic disease as well as those healthy individuals and the medical community who have questions. It is the most enlightening article I’ve seen to date on this topic.

WellME || Wellington Region ME/CFS Support Network

Terminology and Meanings in ME

Terminology used in the [ability] scales [but which is very useful to anyone new to ME or to anyone trying to *explain* ME to others]

Resting: Resting means completely different things at different severity levels of illness. For the mildly ill, resting may be watching TV or sitting in a chair while reading a book or having a quiet visit with friends. For the severely ill, these activities are not at all restful and indeed would provoke severe relapses.

For the very severely ill, resting means lying down in a dark room in silence and with no sensory input at all (TV, radio or light) with zero physical movement or cognitive activity. Clothing must also be comfortable and the room must have a very moderate temperature; not too hot or too cold. When referring to resting, a better term for the very…

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