So as it turns out, this man and I both used to compete in the PA/NJ area back in 1980. Only difference: he still looks like that. And I look like... well, just a little different. With the emphasis on little, I think. Life just isn't fair, is it?
A love of food is an essential part of being a Merola, and that means that celebrating Big Events requires food that is up to the occasion. Our original plan to mark Mary's graduation was to drive across PA to the Oakhurst Tea Room for their Sunday Brunch. As tempting as that was, however, we came to realize it meant quite a bit of driving for everyone involved, and that perhaps this was best left for when we had more time.
What do do? A fresh trout dinner seemed like the logical choice, with the added benefit of getting to go fishing. Mary and Scott were up to the task, catching a couple nice stringers of brown and rainbow trout. One thing we didn't think of was where to clean them, but the hotel sink served nicely.
With just a little butter, a few slices of lemon, and some salt and pepper, they cooked up very nice.
As long as I'm posting pictures of my brother's children, I may as well post my favorite of his son. I am still sad Bill Watterson stopped creating Calvin and Hobbes, but this picture gives me great hope that the spirit of Calvin live's on.
My mom sent me this because she knew I'd get a kick out of it, and I did. I especially like the use of the dog. Perhaps this is something to log away for next year as unique and personal way of sending Mother's Day greetings.
Having resisted including any of these images in my Mother's Day post, and in giving readers pictures of sweetness and light in warm and cuddly mammal yesterday, I am indulging myself today. I'm pretty excited about these pictures, actually. This first one is three common water snakes sunning themselves and sharing body heat on a cool day.
The second is a close up of a common water snake. Though it's pattern has by and large faded to better blend in with the mud, in its remnant you can still catch some of the beauty of its coloration (if you are still reading, I figure you can join me in appreciating it for the marvel it is.)
Next is a first-time find for me: an Eastern Worm Snake. Small and shy, they have no interest in being found so I had to look close to come up with this one.
And finally, whatt probably could have been a decent picture if my flash had worked. I heard these two black racers quickly crawling throught the leaves into the privacy of this log before I saw them. The fact that they were mating didn't seem to slow them down a bit.
In honor of Mother's Day yesterday, here's a very pregnant doe. Notice how she has her ears trained in opposite directions, listening both ways.
here's a couple animals I was surprised to see during the day. They
didn't pay me much mind, probably because they knew if it came right
down to it, I was going to get the worst end of the deal by far. I have
a bunch of other pictures, but I thought this one was most
interesting. They waddle more than they walk, holding their tails
straight out in a way that emphasized the motion and creates a rather
And finally, here is what is perhaps my favorite picture I've taken so far. After missing so many shots by just a second, I felt like I was in just the right place at just the right time for this one, when the ground hog (not Kirby) stuck his head out of the hole. Look at those teeth!
If you’ve ever studied psychology, business, or social dynamics, you may well have heard of the “perspective gap”. Basically, research shows that we have a hard time actually taking another person’s point of view. Even when we think we’ve adopted their perspective, the truth is that we tend to stay within our own frame of reference. Trying to understand another person by thinking about how we would I feel in a given situation is not the same thing at all as what they are experiencing.
The perspective gap creates parenting challenges. Will we foster the interests of our children even when we don’t share or perhaps even understand them? Will we pass our fears on to our children, even when what scares us presents no real threat to our kids? How deeply will we insist that our children conform to our expectations for them?
The answers to questions like these are not always straightforward or easy. But for answers to even be possible in the first place, we must find a way beyond the perspective gap.
I am glad my mother did. How else would you get a boy who came through childhood with his love for snakes intact?
I only had a brief window of time to get in a workout today that consisted primarily of bench pressing. Unfortunately, the gym was packed and all the benches were taken.
One of the benches was occupied by a guy was doing a set of bench presses and then going off and doing a whole bunch of other exercises before coming back to do another set. In other words, though in actuality he was hardly using the bench at all, he was keeping it tied up for a very long period of time (he was still using it when I left).
I hate it when guys do that. But instead of being totally frustrated, I tried to remind myself that this could be an opportunity to Grow in Grace instead.
You know what? I don't think I like opportunities to Grow in Grace much either. Fortunately, another bench opened up.
As we all know, tomorrow is Mother's Day. It's a day when we spend lots of time thinking about the perfect gift for our moms. After all, our mom has done so much for us, we want to do something special for her that let's her know how much we love and appreciate here.
Perhaps I can help you with that. Do you have an ant problem in your house, maybe in your kitchen? Or maybe you don't have an ant problem, but it's because you spray toxic chemicals in your home. Wouldn't you like to be able to stop using insecticides?
So, the gift I'm suggesting promises both an ant and chemical free home. The solution? Tiger beetles. Catch a few, box them up with a bow, and then have mom let them go where they are needed most. An added bonus: they are very decorative. Their color will no doubt brighten up a room.
You don't have to thank me. Just knowing I've helped is enough for me...