Our first wisteria vine was already well established when we bought our home nearly 20 years ago. It never flowered until two years ago when we got one cluster of flowers.
This summer we saw a few flower clusters.
Today, unexpectedly, I saw what appeared to be a pod. So I looked it up. Sure enough, the wisteria produces seeds in a pod, which explodes to disperse the seed. Considering the way it spreads, you'd think it wouldn't bother with seeds.
Anyway, here's a picture of our pod:
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Wednesday Weigh-In 20131106
Everything I eat seems to be upsetting my stomach. I have no appetite, so I eat only to keep up strength.
Waist = 38.5"
Height = 5' 9"
References:
Waist = 38.5"
Height = 5' 9"
References:
- Wikipedia BMI page
- Tanita Scale with Body Fat monitor
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
No News is Bad News
I've given up on traditional news media as a source of news. Sirens can be sounding on our town, but we rarely know why, even after scouring newspapers the following day.
It occurred to me that towns should create streams of their emergency band radio chatter so that citizens can listen to what's going on, without having to buy a scanner.
Then it occurred to me that this was already being done. And that's when my Internet search led me to RadioReference. And I was overjoyed to find a stream of my town's police and EMS radio traffic on that website.
One night soon after, a police car was driving slowly down our street. The officer inside was using a hand held search light to inspect the neighborhood. I was outside with our dog, and another dog was barking nearby. I assumed that a bear or some wild animal was spotted.
I ran back inside and connected to my town's stream. I soon found out that they were searching for two armed robbers. I hurriedly closed and locked all our doors. It would've been nice if we were officially notified, but we were not.
I didn't get the full story until I read it in the newspaper the next day. Two men armed with handguns entered a home about a half mile from ours. They tied up the occupants and robbed the home. I'm not sure why the newspaper didn't use the term "home invasion" -- perhaps because such things aren't supposed to happen here.
RadioReference is now hosted on Broadcastify. Check it out -- it could save your life one day. Gotta go -- a fire code is airing.
It occurred to me that towns should create streams of their emergency band radio chatter so that citizens can listen to what's going on, without having to buy a scanner.
Then it occurred to me that this was already being done. And that's when my Internet search led me to RadioReference. And I was overjoyed to find a stream of my town's police and EMS radio traffic on that website.
One night soon after, a police car was driving slowly down our street. The officer inside was using a hand held search light to inspect the neighborhood. I was outside with our dog, and another dog was barking nearby. I assumed that a bear or some wild animal was spotted.
I ran back inside and connected to my town's stream. I soon found out that they were searching for two armed robbers. I hurriedly closed and locked all our doors. It would've been nice if we were officially notified, but we were not.
I didn't get the full story until I read it in the newspaper the next day. Two men armed with handguns entered a home about a half mile from ours. They tied up the occupants and robbed the home. I'm not sure why the newspaper didn't use the term "home invasion" -- perhaps because such things aren't supposed to happen here.
RadioReference is now hosted on Broadcastify. Check it out -- it could save your life one day. Gotta go -- a fire code is airing.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Panic of the Parent of the Soon-To-Be Fledgling
What do you call the shock that new parents experience when they realize their son or daughter will be moving away to college in less than three years? Perhaps the term could be "Panic of the Parent of the Soon-To-Be Fledgling." Hmmm, that's unwieldy.
Whatever it's called, that's what I got. It's like you're hiking briskly on an easy trail, and then you look back and notice zombies lumbering along behind you, in relentless pursuit. You suddenly turn a corner and see a steep, daunting, rocky ascent. The weather turns cold, and dark storm clouds devour the sun. And you suddenly realize that you didn't pack rain gear or a hearty snack.
This particular type of panic, of some fearful thing that looms in the future, is ideal for getting my heart racing -- much better than a jolt of "red-eye" coffee. I can rouse myself out of bed with it in the morning to kick-start the day.
The panic started suddenly over the weekend while we attended our very first college fair with our grade ten daughter. We joked with her to tell the representatives of far off colleges that the primary reason she's interested in their school is because she wants to move as far away as possible from her parents.
Usually panic arises when one is unprepared. That's true in this case, too. We haven't prepared our daughter to be self-sufficient. We have about two-and-a-half years to encourage our daughter to:
But the worst part is we haven't put any money into a college savings account. I've put any extra money into the 401(k) plan that my employer manages. We also didn't count on my wife becoming partly disabled, so not only does my wife not earn money, we spend money on her multiple doctors and medication.
Well, that's the good thing about panic -- it gives you the energy to prepare. And if my wife and I are clever about it, we'll have our daughter soon doing the laundry.
Whatever it's called, that's what I got. It's like you're hiking briskly on an easy trail, and then you look back and notice zombies lumbering along behind you, in relentless pursuit. You suddenly turn a corner and see a steep, daunting, rocky ascent. The weather turns cold, and dark storm clouds devour the sun. And you suddenly realize that you didn't pack rain gear or a hearty snack.
This particular type of panic, of some fearful thing that looms in the future, is ideal for getting my heart racing -- much better than a jolt of "red-eye" coffee. I can rouse myself out of bed with it in the morning to kick-start the day.
The panic started suddenly over the weekend while we attended our very first college fair with our grade ten daughter. We joked with her to tell the representatives of far off colleges that the primary reason she's interested in their school is because she wants to move as far away as possible from her parents.
Usually panic arises when one is unprepared. That's true in this case, too. We haven't prepared our daughter to be self-sufficient. We have about two-and-a-half years to encourage our daughter to:
- Shop for her own groceries, supplies and toiletries.
- Manage her own bank account and finances.
- Do her own laundry.
- Remind her about appointments.
- Eat and drink and take supplements on a fixed schedule.
- Get herself ready for the day.
But the worst part is we haven't put any money into a college savings account. I've put any extra money into the 401(k) plan that my employer manages. We also didn't count on my wife becoming partly disabled, so not only does my wife not earn money, we spend money on her multiple doctors and medication.
Well, that's the good thing about panic -- it gives you the energy to prepare. And if my wife and I are clever about it, we'll have our daughter soon doing the laundry.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Dream: Recent Snippets
I've experienced a flurry of dreams recently, too many to write detailed accounts of. So here are two snippets:
I glance out the window that overlooks the backyard. I see two moose and a black bear capering about.
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My wife and I are in line at the grocery store with a cart full of items. The cashier doesn't ring up the purchase. Instead, she motions for us to walk through and pay at the exit. I reach the exit, but I don't see any way to pay. My wife and I leave and walk to our car, which is parked behind the building, right next to the loading dock. The spot next to our car is vacant and a car is attempting to pull in to the spot. But I have the passenger side door open, preventing the driver from parking.
I glance out the window that overlooks the backyard. I see two moose and a black bear capering about.
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My wife and I are in line at the grocery store with a cart full of items. The cashier doesn't ring up the purchase. Instead, she motions for us to walk through and pay at the exit. I reach the exit, but I don't see any way to pay. My wife and I leave and walk to our car, which is parked behind the building, right next to the loading dock. The spot next to our car is vacant and a car is attempting to pull in to the spot. But I have the passenger side door open, preventing the driver from parking.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Minefield in the Cafeteria
My workplace is a minefield of diet booby traps.
Each month, the company brings in a large birthday cake to celebrate that month's birthdays. The cake arrives at the cafeteria in time for the 10am break. I can resist it at that time. But if there's still some left at 4pm, it's difficult to ignore.
The cake isn't as bad as the various surprise treats that sometimes appear. When I know the cake is there, I can prepare myself to resist it or avoid the cafeteria altogether if necessary. But an unexpected box of donuts, French pastry or home made fudge all bypass the more evolved portion of my brain, stimulating the reptilian brain into reflex action. My hand darts out like the sticky tongue of a frog1, and before I know it there's a morsel in my hand.
Coffee is like that, too. Coffee causes fluctuations in my blood sugar, and it increases stomach acid, so I need to avoid it. But it's in the cafeteria, too, just eying me in the sultry way of a temptress who knows the secrets of pleasure. Even when I go to the cafeteria to get hot water for tea, I'll change my mind and take coffee instead if it's strong and freshly made.
An increasing number of employees are playing the hospitality game. They display dishes of candies in their offices or on a central table in their departments. The sales people are the worst -- they're so darned people-oriented. Which is why I like to stay in the engineering department. Food doesn't move, or make a cool noise, or feature flashing lights, so it doesn't adorn our department.
Actually I tried maintaining a candy dish. The hard candies were so unpopular, they started to undergo desication, so I had to discard them. But the chocolate is both popular and tempting. Unless my coworkers beat me to it, I'll finish it off myself after a few days. It got to be expensive after several weeks, especially since I buy the higher-end stuff -- individually wrapped pieces from Dove or Hershey Bliss. Even Hershey Kisses would be too low-end for my dish.
Yesterday was the day after Halloween, so I expected candy to be everywhere. But I wasdisappointed surprised to find very little candy. What little there was was the incredibly cheap stuff, like the obligatory mints you might find in a bowl on the way out from low-end diner, except sour and wrapped in faded paper. They come with a small axe and a sign that says, "Break open in case of low blood sugar."
Is there a point to this post? Yes. It is, in fact, a rant against a society that fails to recognize food addiction. You won't find cigarettes, alcohol or opium in the work place. They're not even advertised in newspapers. Why? Because they're addictive. But nobody considers food and beverages to be addictive, so those of us who struggle with food addiction have no respite.
1 Yes, I know that frogs are not reptiles, thank you.
Each month, the company brings in a large birthday cake to celebrate that month's birthdays. The cake arrives at the cafeteria in time for the 10am break. I can resist it at that time. But if there's still some left at 4pm, it's difficult to ignore.
The cake isn't as bad as the various surprise treats that sometimes appear. When I know the cake is there, I can prepare myself to resist it or avoid the cafeteria altogether if necessary. But an unexpected box of donuts, French pastry or home made fudge all bypass the more evolved portion of my brain, stimulating the reptilian brain into reflex action. My hand darts out like the sticky tongue of a frog1, and before I know it there's a morsel in my hand.
Coffee is like that, too. Coffee causes fluctuations in my blood sugar, and it increases stomach acid, so I need to avoid it. But it's in the cafeteria, too, just eying me in the sultry way of a temptress who knows the secrets of pleasure. Even when I go to the cafeteria to get hot water for tea, I'll change my mind and take coffee instead if it's strong and freshly made.
An increasing number of employees are playing the hospitality game. They display dishes of candies in their offices or on a central table in their departments. The sales people are the worst -- they're so darned people-oriented. Which is why I like to stay in the engineering department. Food doesn't move, or make a cool noise, or feature flashing lights, so it doesn't adorn our department.
Actually I tried maintaining a candy dish. The hard candies were so unpopular, they started to undergo desication, so I had to discard them. But the chocolate is both popular and tempting. Unless my coworkers beat me to it, I'll finish it off myself after a few days. It got to be expensive after several weeks, especially since I buy the higher-end stuff -- individually wrapped pieces from Dove or Hershey Bliss. Even Hershey Kisses would be too low-end for my dish.
Yesterday was the day after Halloween, so I expected candy to be everywhere. But I was
Is there a point to this post? Yes. It is, in fact, a rant against a society that fails to recognize food addiction. You won't find cigarettes, alcohol or opium in the work place. They're not even advertised in newspapers. Why? Because they're addictive. But nobody considers food and beverages to be addictive, so those of us who struggle with food addiction have no respite.
1 Yes, I know that frogs are not reptiles, thank you.
Friday, November 1, 2013
NaBloPoMo 2013
November is National Blog Posting Month. Once again, I'll be participating. I'm registered as number 83 on the Blogher Blogroll, sandwiched between The Pitter Patter Diaries and BOTTLESOUP. All I have to do is post at least one blog entry each day during November. And you can still join me if you register before November 5.
Not sure what I'll be writing about, but I never had trouble coming up with something before. All the essay assignments I received when I was a boy paid off. You know the ones I'm referring to -- the "punishment essays." "Why I Should Not Chew Gum in Class" and "Laughing During the Pledge of Alliance is Disrespectful" are two that I recall specifically, but I'm sure there were at least a half dozen more, probably involving a few disgusting bodily functions, running, and bothering people.
Well, anyway, I hope you can join me in this fun writing assignment. If not, perhaps you'll enjoy more reading than ever before.
Not sure what I'll be writing about, but I never had trouble coming up with something before. All the essay assignments I received when I was a boy paid off. You know the ones I'm referring to -- the "punishment essays." "Why I Should Not Chew Gum in Class" and "Laughing During the Pledge of Alliance is Disrespectful" are two that I recall specifically, but I'm sure there were at least a half dozen more, probably involving a few disgusting bodily functions, running, and bothering people.
Well, anyway, I hope you can join me in this fun writing assignment. If not, perhaps you'll enjoy more reading than ever before.
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