Category: Fitness, Health, Happiness

  • Winter Olympics, Extreme Elton Style

    Winter Olympics, Extreme Elton Style

    There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children.
    One is roots; the other, wings.
    -Hodding Carter

    For my Valentine’s Day present, Jeff cleared the deck of snow so I could start hanging laundry again.

    For the kids’ Valentine’s Day present, he took that snow and built a sled run named “The Terminator.”

     

    The snow we got this month was fairly light and fluffy, so all of this had to be packed down and then built up. A labor of love to be sure, and certain to still be here for weeks to come, getting icier and faster all the time.

     

    The sled run consists of a mens’ start with a steep slope, a ladies’ start some four feet below, and a jump high enough that it has to be climbed. It then winds down the rest of the hill. Jeff made me take a picture from the top, but it doesn’t look like anything. Just whiteness. So you’ll have to try to gain some sense of perspective from this photo- Jeff is at the top, I am at the jump, which is about a sixth of the length from the top.

    The run is long.

     

    On to the games! Maverick catches some big air. Note the dramatic foot pointing. Bonus points.

     

    DIY Winter Olympics
    Jacob opts for face first positioning.
    This was a risky decision that paid off with extra points for jump distance.

     

    Here we have some team sledding.

     

    At this point Jeff decides we need to up the ante with the jump, so he crouches down so the kids can jump over him.

    He declines a helmet.

    I considered cropping this photo in tightly so you can see the expression on his face, it’s priceless.

     

    The obstacle jump was successful. No Eltons were injured.

     

    Up next: snowboarding.

    Have a great weekend! Get outside and play.

  • It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s a…..

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    It’s a flying squirrel in my bedroom!

    Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.

    -Samuel Johnson

    Jeff is sick. I have little sympathy because I had the same cold for over a week, it’s not such a big deal. But, you know, maybe if someone had made his own lunch or helped with dinner while I was sick, maybe they wouldn’t have caught it from me, or maybe I would care more now.

    Anyway, when Jeff is sick he is whiny and likes to call out from bed to coerce others to bring him soda, snacks, the remote. I find this annoying. Two nights ago I hear a drawn out “Rrrrooobbbiinnnnnnnnn” and I ignore it because he’s really not that sick, he can turn off the light himself.

    And then I hear, “HHHHEEEELLLLPPPP” and it’s a weird hushed yell.

    I actually grow a a tiny bit concerned and go to see what the deal is. Jeff is standing on the bed. He is pointing. His demeanor is not entirely unlike that of the housewife on Tom and Jerry when she has spotted Jerry and calls for Tom; I can’t remember if he was actually on tiptoe, but that is the distinct impression in my memory. Jeff says, “Something just stuck its head out from the side of the TV and looked at me.” A mouse? “Noooo. Something MUCH BIGGER. I think it might have been a squirrel.”

    There is not that much room behind the TV. I don’t think it’s a squirrel. But I am vaguely concerned that it might be a rat. I know it’s discriminatory of me, but while I am OK with fielding mice and shrews and snakes and spiders, I am less excited about the prospect of manhandling a rat. I know they make wonderful pets and all, but I just don’t love rats. Go ahead, judge me in the comments.

    Of course Jacob has not charged the solar flashlight- Jacob NEVER charges the solar flashlight, it’s so hard, you know, to simply place it in the window– so we get out the gooseneck lamp. And I see it. It is small and stripey. I think it is a chipmunk. I go get the butterfly net. After some chasing back and forth behind the TV, the maybe-a-chipmunk scampers up on top of the TV. And Jeff says, “That’s no chipmunk. I don’t know what that is…” It still looks chipmunk-y, but it has a long, flat tail. It’s just sitting there, perched up on top of the TV.

    I could easily just reach out and grab it but Jeff says no, who knows what germs it has. Whatever. I guess I don’t want it to bite me. I swing the net… and it LAUNCHES straight at me from the top of the TV, arms and legs akimbo, the skin parachute is revealed, and I AM NOT JOKING, it glides halfway across the room, landing on the wall, its nails somehow gripping the wall.

    I scoot over with my net and it launches again, this time landing on Cassidy’s door frame, I am thinking oh no, oh please no, do not go into cass’s room because we will never find it again amongst all her things which she has methodically arranged in the center of her floor to build a nest… It clambers up the door frame like Spiderman, insanely fast, nails clicking… Jeff all this time, jumping on the bed squealing like a schoolgirl, “Flying squirrel, it’s a flying squirrel… Eeeeeeeeeee” (this whenever it would launch again)

    And I bring the net down. I have caught him. We look at him up close and he is soooo scared and cute. (I did take some pictures but the squirrel is invisible through the mesh of the net.) We wake the boys so that they can see. We give him a careful pet. And then we take him outside and let him go.

    Cassidy asks, “How did the flying squirrel get inside?” I have no idea. I am just so grateful we found him before the cats did.

    Doing a bit of flying squirrel research next day, I realize we are lucky to have seen him at all. Flying squirrels are strictly nocturnal, to begin with; and the range of the Northern flying squirrel generally doesn’t extend this far south. Happily, Northern flying squirrels are not endangered like their relatives the Carolina Northern or the Virginia Northern, as they are a part of the owl diet (and we have owls in abundance). And they nest in groups to preserve body heat, so maybe we’ll get to see more.

    That’s my show-and-tell for today! Anything unexpected happen to you lately?


  • Thursday- Hang in There–

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    To be one’s self,
    and unafraid whether right or wrong,
    is more admirable
    than the easy confidence
    of surrender to conformity.

    -Irving Wallace

     

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    It is better to be hated for what you are
    than loved for what you are not.

    -Andre Gide

     

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    Style is knowing who you are,
    what you want to say,
    and not giving a damn.


    -Gore Vidal

    I may have mentioned before, that the “Thursday Hang in There” is code for “bigass spiders (Kristin don’t look).” I’ve been taking a lot of flak lately about all the spider photos, but I’m taking my cue from Gore Vidal today.

    I like the spider photos. So there.

    What always amazes me about the spiders is that they don’t back down. Rather than scurry off or fly away at the slightest movement like most little buggers, spiders seem cognizant of my approach and will actually move towards me. I have to admire them, standing up to Goliath. Running towards an unknown enemy. Scrappy little guys.

    Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some sort of weird spider lover, I won’t be keeping them as pets, I get jumpy when they get too close, and I don’t touch them if I don’t have to.

    But I respect the role they play. Spiders keep the populations of mosquitos and fruit flies and other pests down, for which I am eternally grateful, and they in turn provide food for the birds that we so love. Without spiders, the balance of nature would be thrown into absolute chaos.

    We all have a role to play; we are all connected. Each of us is essential in some specific and vital way. What we need to do is search out what that one thing is, and pursue it with all our energy and ability.

    I feel like in this country we push the idea of being unique and yet reward conformity. And then we point fingers; this one is no different than that one, that one has no new ideas, everyone is like so many sheep.

    Conformity is the jailer of freedom
    and the enemy of growth.

    -JFK

    Whoso would be a man,
    must be a nonconformist.

    -Ralph Waldo Emerson

    This is something I think about often in terms of my children. Do I want them to stand out or fit in?

    And I think of it almost constantly now in terms of politics.

    Do we really want mavericks representing our interests? Is real change even possible with so many people in power who are so much the same, and representative of a homogenized society?

    Do we live in a country that celebrates individual thought, free speech, anymore? How does society move forward if it does not?

    Another day, another tangent. Really, I have to start planning these posts ahead of time. Any thoughts?