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  • Stereotypes

    Stereotypes

    Over the past few years, there has been a bench alongside one of our walking trails here that has often had a small painted rock sitting on it.

    I’ve always wondered who the generous artist was. Who would paint a rock and leave it for others to enjoy?

    In my mind’s eye, it was a middle aged to older woman who was a member of our local artist’s guild. She would be of petite stature with grey hair, glasses, and a friendly smile.

    The other day, as I was on that same path, there was a tall, heavily built, younger fellow walking ahead of me.

    I saw him stop at a bench, take something out of his pocket, and spend a few moments. He was far enough ahead that I didn’t know if he was tying a shoelace or what he was doing there.

    When I finally got to the bench, the young man was long gone. My feature photo shows what I found on the bench he had stopped at.

    Now, did this fellow paint and leave the rock? Is he the one who has been doing this all along? Did he maybe take the rock on a previous stroll and was now returning it for someone else to enjoy? Did he just spy the treasure and stop to take a photo of it, as I had done?

    That little painted duck provided much more than a gift of beauty along a hiking trail.

    It afforded me the opportunity to speculate and examine my sometimes stereotypical assessments.

  • Lucky 13

    Lucky 13

    Today, our daughter celebrates her 43rd birthday.

    It seems impossible that those many years have gone by.

    She was born on a Friday 13th, and besides being Mother’s Day weekend, that usually ominous date was a lucky day for us indeed.

    My feature photo is from an old one that needed repair. I used both Adobe Lightroom and Touch/Retouch for the necessary edits.

    Here’s the original:

    I then used chatGPT to create a card to send to her this morning.

    All I had to do was enter a photo of her, list the characteristics I wanted included, and request a birthday card with graphics only.

    Once again, in less than two minutes, the app came through with exactly what I had hoped for.

  • Spring Has Sprung

    Spring Has Sprung

    On my most recent morning walk, signs of spring were finally evident.

    Greening grass
    and Canada Geese everywhere
    Red Winged Blackbirds are back
    (Robins too but I couldn’t catch one)
    Buds are opening

    This time of year brings the promise of summer, especially along the hiking/walking/biking trails and it always brings to mind the little verse I learned in my childhood:

    Spring has sprung

    The grass is riz

    I wonder where the birdies is

    The birdy’s on the wing

    Now isn’t that absurd

    ‘Cause everybody knows

    That the wing is on the bird

  • Happy Mother’s Day 2026

    Happy Mother’s Day 2026

    I’m 72 years old and my Mom is still alive,well, and thriving.

    I don’t take this for granted, and feel truly blessed.

    To those missing your moms today, big hugs. ♥️

  • Back to Old School

    Back to Old School

    Every once in a while, I like to gift myself.

    Yesterday, I purchased something that’s been on my techy wish list for a very long time.

    My last printer gave up the ghost over three years ago, and because ink cartridges were more expensive than buying a new printer, I decided to do without for a bit.

    I entered the area of e-cards and when needed, I hired out document and photo printing.

    This decision removed a great deal of creativity from my life and I truly missed the “old school” way of doing things.

    When eco tank printers came out, I was intrigued, but not sure. Were they really as good as advertised?

    My sister purchased one a year ago, and recently reported to me that she loves it. She said that in the past year, she’s printed well over 1,000 pages and the ink that came with her printer still shows at just under half full. I prefer reviews from people I know, so I was “sold” and made my decision.

    My main concern was whether the print heads would dry up while we’re wintering in Texas. My sis came up with a simple, yet brilliant idea. Another of my sisters condo sits for us over the winter. She could easily have access to the printer and do some printing and maintenance. She’s a techy gal and wouldn’t mind one bit. She’d no doubt appreciate being able to print some of her own stuff while she’s here.

    The setup was incredibly easy, the few test documents I printed came out excellent, I love that I can turn on/off and operate the printer from my iPad or phone with ease, and I already have several ideas for print jobs.

    The first will be a Mother’s Day card for Mom.

  • Cinco de Mayo 2026

    Cinco de Mayo 2026

    Today, I decided to celebrate Cinco de Mayo all day via my food choices.

    Breakfast was one of my faves – avocado toast with salsa
    Lunch out with my sister in law, who also winters in south Texas – Quesadillas de Pollo. That’s not tequila by the way … it’s just ice water with a lemon in it. In hindsight, I should have requested a lime
    Dinner I prepared for hubs and me – Pork Carnitas with Guacamole, Salsa,
    and Sour Cream

    “More popular in the United States than in Mexico,Cinco de Mayo has become associated with the celebration of Mexican-American culture.” (From Wikipedia)

    Because we live half of our retirement lives in South Texas, in an area with a significant Mexican American population, I feel pulled towards celebrating the culture too. In my world (as a foodie), food is a key element of every culture.

  • Silencing the Tempters

    Silencing the Tempters

    I love imported chocolate, especially Swiss.

    I’m sure that this love of “shocklat” (as my paternal grandfather called it in his Swiss-German accent) is both learned and genetic.

    For Easter this year, in addition to my annual Lindt gold bunny, the Easter Bunny brought me a variety bag of Lindt bite-sized Easter Eggs.

    I enjoyed the bunny bit by bit for a few days after Easter. I weighed every ounce that I ate and counted every calorie.

    Even though they’ve called out to me almost every day from the treat cupboard in our kitchen, I’ve resisted those eggs … on most days.

    Yesterday, I finally silenced them.

  • The Hammer Lane

    The Hammer Lane

    Many years ago, when I hopped in for a semi trip with hubs, he explained the USA interstate highway system to me.

    He also explained what the drivers in their unique CB radio lingo were referring to in terms of the lanes on the highway through cities.

    The left lane next to centre was the “hammer lane”, meaning that you had to hammer down (accelerate) in order to pass.

    The right lane next to centre (excluding exit lanes) was called the “granny lane”, because this is where the slow traffic should be.

    The centre lane was appropriately, the “sandwich lane”.

    Our indoor track has three lanes, but they operate opposite to the highway. Our hammer lane is to the right of centre and granny lane is to the left.

    The gal in the hammer lane in my feature photo had just passed me.

    This gentleman was correctly in the granny lane

    I’m usually a sandwich lane kinda gal, unless someone’s speed has them in the wrong lane. Then, I’m hammer lane all the way.

    And then there are those who don’t play by the rules of the road and take up all three lanes at a less than normal pace.

    They looked like they were capable of walking faster

    As I come up behind groups like this, I call out “passing”, and the person on the right moves to centre.

    Next time I’m going to call out, “hammer lane”.

  • Foreboding Shadows

    Foreboding Shadows

    Do you like poached eggs? If yes, how do you prepare yours?

    Yesterday morning, as the sun was coming up and peering through our balcony’s big sliding doors, I was looking for something for breakfast to both photograph and enjoy.

    I came across a recipe on Facebook for air fryer poached eggs.

    I love poached eggs and have made them using many different methods but never the air fryer.

    As I looked for a spot on my table to set up for a photo, it didn’t matter what spot I chose, the sun coming in the adjacent balcony doors caused long, dark shadows. I was hungry, so decided to just go with it.

    My air fryer poached eggs were a disappointing fail of epic proportions. After the time given in the recipe, they hadn’t set one bit and were just slimy, unpalatable blobs, mocking me from the ramekins they were supposed to be “cooked to perfection” in.

    I increased the temp a bit and added two minutes. The eggs were slightly more set, but still not edible. I like my poached eggs to have soft yolks but the whites have to be completely set.

    I added three more minutes. Now, the whites weren’t great but just slightly more set, and the yolks were overcooked. The surface was wrinkled and not one bit appetizing in appearance.

    I plated it up anyways, took the photo, and grudgingly ate my brekky.

    Strike that prep method from my list.

  • Wordless Wednesday April 29/26

    Wordless Wednesday April 29/26