This 1956 Dodge Lancer is significant not because of its antiquity, rather it is because of the meaning behind it. After finding a near perfect replica of his very first car (the original being green and dark green), my dad jumped at the chance to purchase this gem of an automobile. A lover and collector of anything with an engine, running or not, my father finally had an opportunity to showcase a glimpse of his youth at an annual car show this past summer. The joy on his face as others admired and asked questions about his first love spoke volumes; there was no doubt that he was in his element sharing in his vast knowledge of vehicles (antiques especially) and of memories past. In that moment, my husband and I were grateful that we had time to take in the brief, but meaningful showing. It’s not often that we as children get a glimpse into what our parents would have been like as youngsters, but the sparkle in my dad’s eyes that day did just that–a once young fellow with friends, girlfriends, hopes, dreams, spunk, HAIR, and likely, a few innocent antics:-). A special memory of 2017 without a doubt!
One of the allures in Wai’anapanapa State Park in Maui is the natural beauty of the black sand beaches mixed in with age-old lava rock, whose stories I am sure stretch well beyond the depths of the South Pacific waters. As it turned out during our brief visit to the park, a group of twenty-something year olds decided to add to the ocean’s vast storybook by Ascending one of the jagged cliffs and free jumping into the sparkling pool of blue below. While I admired their relentless courage as they ascended, jumped, swam and ascended again and again, I was more than happy to partake as a bystander given that my idea of engaging in ANY body of water is wading in ankle-deep. Nonetheless, I could certainly appreciate the once-in-a-lifetime, thrill-seeking opportunity and we considered ourselves lucky to capture a few shots of their brave, yet enticing undertaking.
I wonder if she’s feeling a little Cheeky … I’m thinking maybe so?! After all, she’s standing in front of her own heated house, with her very own Christmas stocking sporting a picture of herself. If nothing else, I think it would be fair to say that she’s a little bit spoiled, BUT she’s worth it:-).
"Meowy Christmas, Everyone!"
With fall upon us, so is the flu season. Oh joy! Most of us have known the ugly symptoms of flu and colds before and I am sure that most can agree that it’s not something that you likely wish on even your worst enemy. Aside from trying to navigate the many aisles’ worth of medications, vitamins and ointments which are supposed to help us mend more quickly from our annual bouts of sickness comes the all-too-familiar and deeply controversial flu vaccine. For as long as I can remember, there have been those who are steadfast in the camp that one SHOULD get the flu shot if for no other reason than to help prevent passing it along to those more vulnerable and then, of course, there are those persons who are equally as adamant that one should NOT settle for the needle, or more recent mist (now, highly discouraged this season by the CDC for its lack of efficacy) citing many reasons. So, what does one do?
To vaccinate or not to vaccinate, if you will.
I am okay, as an adult, with making the best informed decision that I can make as a consumer (and yes, this serum is definitely in part a consumerism issue), but as a laymen person without a medical/scientific background, I do tend to rely on information provided by my doctor and/or pharmacist as to what is best for me. The problem with that is that I am not sure that ANYONE truly KNOWS what is best in this wide debate since various research/reports seem to support both sides of the flu shot argument not to mention the slant that various media takes. What may be worse yet, however, is the thought maybe someone does know, but they don’t want to tell us for fear of dollars lost since the number of vaccinations has grown by over 100 million in the past two decades. Or, worse again–what if, because of dollars potentially lost, ‘mum’s the word’ not just because of lack of efficacy, but also because of potentially harmful, even long-term effects caused by the shot? Yikes! That’s a whole other ball game. While it has been common knowledge that the chosen vaccine for each year may or may not be effective depending on the strain that surfaces, withholding facts from the public for financial gain is a scary prospect, though not surprising, I guess. Personally, I can live with the idea that getting the shot may or may not protect me against the flu since it is clearly hard to determine which illnesses will come our way from season to season. What I have great difficulty with is being out and out lied to with my personal health and well-being at stake.
The following article published in December 2015 by a Johns Hopkins’ scientist was recently brought to my attention. Like any other finding in the media, it may or may not have merit, but it is certainly worth considering as the drug companies gear up for another successful 135+ million shots to be given out.
What do you think? Are we Succumbing to the scares of modern day media who will often report anything to gain its own fame/fortune or is there a real pause for concern?
If the world could stop for a minute,
Everyone would definitely see,
That I just lost someone,
So very, very dear to me.
Though the sun is shining,
And a breeze is softly blowing,
Little things that once mattered,
Are no longer in my knowing.
My heart and soul are breaking,
NOTHING seems the same,
The noises around me fall silent,
I wish I knew who to blame.
I tried to prepare for this moment,
Never before have I felt so sad,
My insides ache and ache,
I cannot believe that I have lost my dad.
He meant EVERYTHING to me,
Was the apple of my eye,
How will I ever think of him again,
Without the need to cry.
They say that time will heal,
Surely they are wrong,
Everyone who tries to reassure me,
Sounds like a never-ending song.
My eyes are red and stinging,
My throat feels tight and dry,
My legs are weak and tingling,
I really could just curl up and die.
I slowly gather myself together,
I am going to win this fight,
After all, I owe it to him,
I will be his light.
(Written as a tribute to my colleague who has recently lost her father.)
There’s nothing Pedestrian at all about this shot, in my opinion.
While some may view this pile of leaves as just another fall clean-up chore, they are nothing of the sort. In colour and kind, these maple-shaped wonders are representive of the great country that I call home. Cheers, Canada!