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Reflections and ruminations from a modern day Alice - Life is Wonderland
Reflections and ruminations from a modern day Alice - Life is Wonderland


Modern Day Alice


Welcome to the place were I chronicle my own falls down dark holes and adventures chasing white rabbits! Come on In, Take a Bite, You Never Know What You May Find...


"Curiouser and curiouser." Alice in Wonderland


I'm docked at Talent Pond's Blog Harbor, a safe port for bloggers to connect.


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May 24, 2019 at 2:13pm
May 24, 2019 at 2:13pm
#959555
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 24th
Congratulations on making it to the last week of the competition! You all should be proud! *Heart* How do you celebrate your successes? What is your favorite thing to give yourself as a reward?


Lately I don't feel that I have had too many successes. Whenever I feel accomplished I give myself the gift of a little extra "me" time. I take a few hours off work or leave early to go to the book store or enjoy the sun somewhere. That's my favorite way to celebrate successes really, just taking some extra time to spend an hour or two doing something I enjoy, without being or doing anything for anyone else.

I'm looking forward to a long weekend and to being able to wrap up the weekend blogs on time this week. Hope everyone enjoys themselves!
May 23, 2019 at 9:46am
May 23, 2019 at 9:46am
#959493
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 23rd
What is your learning style? Do you prefer to learn through reading, images, audio, discussion, hands on, etc.? What is something new you learned in the last 30 days?


I started in my field about twenty-two years ago without much training and no one really to learn from. I had to develop the procedures that I use now. I had to self-teach many of my responsibilities and roles here. I did that by asking questions of my peers in the industry, by questioning our vendors and working with people more skilled and experienced that I was at the time. I absorbed a lot by just immersing myself mostly. At times that was a tough way to earn my stripes and there were a lot of stumbles along the way. As a result, I believe practical, active learning works best. Immersing yourself in the environment and putting the tools to practical use early on is the best way to learn - if and whenever that approach is possible. I also believe strongly in cross-training. There are many things here that only I know how to do and as a result, I think it weakens us as a company to rely on just one individual to keep the essential gears turning. I try hard to train people on different aspects of my job so I have someone I can rely on and if I should get suddenly hit by a truck, my company stands a better chance of being able to transition in my replacement from within the organization.

The last thirty days here have been slow. When our business is slow, there isn't much of an opportunity to learn anything new. I am hoping the Spring will bring kinder flying weather and with that, will come more deals. If I've learned anything new this month it is outside of work. I'd have to say it would be something to do with my daughter's horse hobby. She's learning the routine she will need to make her first show in July. I'm learning all the terms, and what they meant for when takes her first "test". She will have to work her horse through several elements, like rising trots between sections of the arena, a salute and change of directions and resting walks...all while making sure she stays on the right diagonal. Its all new to the both of us and I've learned that there is a whole lot more to riding than I once believed.
May 22, 2019 at 9:44am
May 22, 2019 at 9:44am
#959441
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 22nd
When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?


With the exception of a brief stint where I wanted to be a roller skating rocker at the age of eight, I had always dreamed of being an ocean explorer. My heroes growing up were Jacques Cousteau and Dr. Eugene Clark, aka "the Shark lady". I was positively captivated by the sea and spent more time under water than I did above it. I attacked my future career path with a healthy ambition too. I got my scuba certification before I could drive. I read everything I could about the sea and its creatures and ecosystems.

I became an avid science student and eventually a high school aquanaut. I took my inaugural submarine dive as a softmore in high school. My junior year I took a week long trip with Semester at Sea out of Woods Hole, MA. Woods Hole was like my mecca, with it's harbor heavy with vessels bearing NOAA and National Geographic emblems on their bows. My senior year was spent in independent studies with Project O and the US Coast Guard marine studies core. I tried, unsuccessfully to talk my parents into allowing me to go shark diving off the coast of California and to camp out with the Orca pods in Nova Scotia. They did grant me permission to go to Australia and New Zealand as part of the People to People Science Exchange the summer before my freshman year of college. At seventeen I was blessed with the once in a lifetime opportunity to dive on the Great Barrier Reef off the Queensland coast of Australia. It was easily the highlight of my entire academic career.

At seventeen, I felt like I had amassed a pretty amazing resume of experiences and that I was well on my way to pursuing my dreams. I took a semester at the University of Hawaii on Hilo, an opportunity for in-field study that was offered as part of my marine biology degree program. Two weeks in and I had already decided to transfer to there to finish my degree when a very frank conversation with a very honest professor, turned my life around. He was someone I had really come to respect in such a short time and he spoke with me about the world I was planning to immerse myself in. This teacher had perhaps the best take on my personality and potential as any I had. He saw the passion and ambition in me and cared enough to tell me the truth about a world I had only seen through rose-colored glasses. The world I was after was not going to be a golden, grant paved road to the Discovery Channel I had imagined for myself. It was going to be years and years of frustration soaked service to someone who had more letters behind their last name than I had. It was a life spent on rolling oceans and in under funded laboratories that might give me the opportunity to seize on the next great scientific discovery...but that credit would likely go to someone else first, someone who had already put in the time, the money and the blood and tears. He spoke to be very candidly, in the way he wished someone had cared enough to do for him when he was in my place all those years ago.

That conversation, and the ones that would follow that summer, changed the trajectory of my life for good. I can easily say, with some minor regrets, that he had been 100% right about everything.


May 21, 2019 at 8:49am
May 21, 2019 at 8:49am
#959378
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 21st
Write about an opinion you’ve had that has changed over the years.


I feel as if I have been fiercely opinionated for most of my life. It was so easy in my youth to become inflamed with causes and crusades. It was easy to take up the fight for my passions and beliefs and to believe that my opinions mattered. If anything has changed more over the years it is my general understanding that most people don't care what you care about. It sounds harsh but I have realized to be largely true. I'm no longer confident in the pervasive power of words or the compelling nature of a sound opinion.

I believe social media has provided a platform for so many various opinions that it has desensitized the masses to advocacy and activism. If recent politics have shown us anything, it is that the world is divided and wounded and it takes far more than one or two well-stated opinion posts to change minds and alter hearts.

I know that my opinions are just that, mine...and that most would prefer I keep them to myself...a hazardous belief for a writer and a blogger I know. These days so many of us are fighting our own battles, dealing with our own personal causes and strife, that we are too road weary to throw our support behind something unless we feel strongly. Those that volunteer, that give their time to others, do so with an uncommon grace and charity.

As I am writing this, I realize I must be feeling soured this morning...that I can't possible have so little faith. But there it is, another hazard of blogging...you get what you get when you tackle the prompts on any given day. Today it looks like disillusion and insecurity are on my electronic ink menu unfortunately.
May 20, 2019 at 9:39am
May 20, 2019 at 9:39am
#959327
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 20th
What time of day are you most motivated? Least motivated? For me, I’m most motivated and productive in the morning, and least in the mid afternoon around 2pm. What do you do to renew your motivation in those slumps?


I wake most mornings with full energy reserves. I can power through most of the day, until about 2:30pm...when the day seems suddenly so much longer than it should be. It feels sometimes like you hit a wall. I have to abandon my desk and computer and walk around the facility. Sometimes I spent a few minutes on the hanger floor talking with the techs. Sometimes I run to get the mail or take some pictures for the social media pages. A hot cup of coffee will give me a little charge at times, giving me at least the spark I need to rally through the remains of the afternoon. My day officially ends at 3:30, when I leave the office to pick up my daughter from school. Emails and texts can continue throughout the day but at least I am not behind my desk any longer. I always get a pick me up when I see her emerge from the back of the school, shouldering her backpack and scanning the crowd for my face. I almost always get a smile then which charges my batteries and motivates me forward like nothing else does.
May 20, 2019 at 9:22am
May 20, 2019 at 9:22am
#959324
30 Day Blogging Challenger
PROMPT May 19th
Write about your ideal weekend.


There have been a lot of busy weekends as school comes to a close. May is a month of mayhem for us that way. For most weekends this Spring, we have been a slave to our calendar and haven't been at liberty to chose either the weather or our pick of activity. I am looking forward to next weekend though. There is nothing on the schedule and for the moment, the forecast looks to be perfect with temps in the 70's and no rain expected. We may be able to finally script our ideal weekend at last.

For me, the ideal weekend would be spent close to home. This is our first Spring in our new home and we are slowing trying to tame the yard and do a bit of landscaping. We have had so much rain that it has pushed such plans well off schedule. We are catching up to the mulching and the planting. We have finally managed to get a bit of it done so having breakfast out on the deck, watching the birds and enjoying the fresh blooms sounds idyllic. Taking a mid-morning jaunt to the nursery to pick out some more flowers to plant or veggies to build a patio garden would be the next step in a day largely spent pruning, tending and beautifying our corner of the world.

A late afternoon visit to my sister's horse farm would give us a break. She lives six minutes from home and her lovely property hosts three goats, chickens, a gaggle of dogs and cats, her two horses as well two baby fresian fillies and her resident donkey. My daughter loves to help clean the stalls, groom the horses and gather chicken eggs. The hours we spend there gives me a chance to unwind from the week, catch up with my little sister and get some snuggle time with her animals. She is quintessential country mouse, but this city mouse, has grown to love sharing this part of her world. There is something about being with her horses that brings me a particular peace that settles into my tired bones and gives me a release from the demands of my life.

Saturday night usually would mean a cookout with friends and family. If the night was mild enough, we could lite the fire table and sit on the deck, watching the bats whizzing back and forth in the twilight. It might also mean the pleasant buzz from one two many glasses of red wine and falling asleep to the sounds of a summer thunder storm.

I'd kick off Sunday morning, cooking breakfast with the dogs while my family sleeps in. I love this time when I prepare a big breakfast while listening to NPR on the radio and catching up on the world news and events. It is peaceful. The new kitchen is flooded with light and the smells of turkey bacon and waffles soon waft upstairs and wake my husband and daughter. Sunday breakfast is always leisurely. The afternoon might be a trip to a local park or a visit to Jaden's grandparents marina for a picnic. I typically make a big meal to wrap up the weekend, something like roast chicken or baked ziti.

The ideal weekend for me at this point in my life is just passing hours at or close to our new home with family under bright sun and blue skies. It is full of simple joys.


May 20, 2019 at 8:37am
May 20, 2019 at 8:37am
#959321
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 18th
Write a poem or stream of consciousness entry about something you do every day.


My husband can not physically get out of bed without a series of alarms, programmed at the infuriating frequency of every five minutes. The first one rings in at 5:10am. It is the one that wakes me up, rudely pulling me into consciousness. Lola, our spirited rescue, usually wakes up by the third or fourth alarm. Even as I lie there, trying to ignore the repetitive buzzing, I can hear the jingle jangle of her tags as she makes her way down the hallway and to our room. Soon, she is at my bedside, whining and brushing her body back and forth against the bed. Lola's sudden arrival wakes Turk, our senior dog. He soon forages his way out from under the crush of blankets. Now we are somewhere between the 6th and 7th alarms and we are all up, except my husband and our daughter, who has grown oblivious to the morning routine.

The dogs and I make our way downstairs where I put them out on the line. Lola races into the yard while Turk meanders along behind her. After a few minutes, they both come back up the deck stairs. I drop food into their bowls and fit a doggie band over our geriatric Turk. He has become as incontinent in his old age and it fits with his marginal blindness and irrational grumpiness so very nicely. Despite his charming attributes, Lola still tries each morning to engage him in play. He stares at her as she makes exaggerated play bows and brings him toys with an every hopeful flourish of energy. After a few moments, Turk wanders off to tackle his own morning routine of trying to fish something out of the kitchen garbage or the bathroom trash.

At this point I usually glance at the clock and think romantically of crawling back into bed, but it is already 5:30. Sometimes if it is a rainy day I can coerce the dogs to come back upstairs to snuggle with our still sleeping daughter for 20 minutes of so before I have to wake her. Most days though, my husband comes racing down the stairs, nearly running late despite all his alarms, and I see him off. I make myself coffee and cling to it while I watch the birds from my breakfast table. Lola begins her vigil, diligently scanning the wood line and swinging birders for the first appearance of her arch enemy, the fat little gray lady squirrel that taunts and teases her. After trying in vane to rub his diaper off with the bottom of my chair, Turk settles at my feet. We greet the morning that way, the three of us...torn so early from our slumber.
May 17, 2019 at 9:45am
May 17, 2019 at 9:45am
#959137
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 17th
A lot of medical research today focuses on developing cures to ageing. Presumably, with the right breakthrough, humans could live forever. How do you feel about this? Write an entry describing the advantages and disadvantages of extremely long life using facts and opinions to support your answer.


Admittedly, I am in a bit of a sour mood today. All the same, this morning's prompts feels too "term paper-esque" for me and the demand that I back up my opinion with facts just feels like all together too much for me to tackle. The other issue I have is that honestly, in my opinion, human beings have no right to live forever. What business do we have creating a world where we subvert the natural cycle of life? There are so many things wrong with that for me, on so many levels. Our knowledge and technologies should be focused on preserving the resources of our planet, not finding ways to subject it to our consumption and pollution for our eternal existence.

I for one, would not want to be immortal. The process of aging is something I am entitled too. Life is only a true journey when we get to anticipate and reach the milestones along the way. Who doesn't look eagerly toward turning 18, that ripe age of adulthood? We only get to turn 21 once, most of us have a story worth telling...or forgetting, about that particular milestone. I personally relished turning 40, as I saw it as the age I no longer had to care what anyone thought about me or my life choices. I could keep all my fucks to myself as it were. In much the same way I am looking forward to my 50's and 60's, with the hope I can slipped easily into being someone's grandmother one day. I have no interest in living forever, I plan to grown old with equal measures of spunk and grace.
May 16, 2019 at 10:35am
May 16, 2019 at 10:35am
#959096
30-Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 16th
Congratulations on making it halfway through the challenge! Today, we’ll do something a little different. Instead of writing an entry of your own, take the time to show some love to your fellow 30DBC challengers! Write thoughtful comments on at least five different blogs from this month’s competition. Then, post the links to the entries you commented on in your own blog and share one thing you learned. Have fun!


Half way! It felt like I was farther along than that! At any rate, it is always a great part of my writing sessions each day to read the blogs of my fellow bloggers. I always find I gain a new perception of something, a new take on the prompt I hadn't thought about. Today's challenge is a nice way to honor them.

First, I read and commented on ~QPdoll 's blog "Nuturing And learned that the worries about how we nurture verses how we feel we were nurtured are something I have in common with this wonderful blogger who writes from the heart and who's words I can relate to much of the time.

I always read and then re-read this blogger's entries because I almost always miss something my first time through and I love his candor and his insights to the world. He makes me think...every time. Charlieeee ♡ I really enjoy this entry, it was filled with things both macabre and oddly fascinating "I’m about to blow your mind!

I read IceSkating SugarCube entry "Things That Make You Go Hmmm... and learned that my husband isn't the only one who has a mid-blowing inability to find something. This is another blogger who's entries are so relatable for me and who's humor and candor I really appreciate.

I really liked how Lostwordsmith❆ tackled the prompt here and had some great insight about what is and what isn't art. The words stayed with me for a while after reading "May 7 - What is Art?

And lastly Kåre Enga, P.O. 22, Blogville wrote a very unique take on one of my favorite prompts in the challenge so far..."2019年5月11日 Mealworm blog I mean, who would have thought of life via the perspective of a meal worm...kudos for creativity for this blogger for sure!

May 15, 2019 at 10:55am
May 15, 2019 at 10:55am
#959006
30 Day Blogging Challenge
PROMPT May 15th
Share an instance when something blew your mind.


Wow, I really had to think about this prompt...there were too many instances that just didn't seem epic enough that came to mind at first. I felt like it should be something other than learning about the impressive migration habits of penguins or that potatoes can become positively toxic for you if they go bad. Those things were oddly mind-blowing but not to the same level I felt the prompt dictated. It felt like it should be something more personal to me. When I thought about it in those terms, one instance clearly came to mind...

My daughter has always been painfully shy. She would go non-verbal if any adult tried to address her and held herself back in many interactions with other children until only very recently. I very much worried she would miss out on so much her young life offered by hiding in the shadows. I feared she would be considered anti-social or rude that she would avoid answering questions or responding to friends who waved and smiled. We worked on it a lot. We worked on being open to the advances of friends and returning their verbal greetings with a smile and a wave if she didn't feel like saying "hi" right away. I talked to her teachers to make sure she was still participating in class discussions and speaking up when spoken too, at least in the academic settings.

She asked to take piano lessons and it seemed to help bring her out of her shell. She was pretty quiet, answering her instructor in mostly nods, but she applied herself. We learned there would be a recital that first year and my heart sank. How would my shy little girl who loathed being the center of attention, be able to play in front of a room full of strangers? Turns out, she could not. She skipped that inaugural recital. We watched her peers and fellow students each take their turn on the stage that first year. The teacher called her up at the end to give her a special award for being her youngest student at age 5. She insisted I go up with her to get her medal. She clung to my arm the whole way, hiding her face in my elbow when the crowd clapped for her.

By the time the second year recital came a year later, I honestly did not think she was ready. She was slated to go third. She had practiced and practiced her piece - a short, sweet little melody that she could almost play by heart. She was very, very nervous. We had taken special care to pick out a lovely dress and fix her hair into a cute bun, fitting for a classical music recital. She looked the part but she had been reluctant to even practice in front of anyone that wasn't her Dad or me and so I was worried for her. I knew how difficult this would be for her. She sat there, her music folder hugged tightly to her chest, her eyes laser focused on the ground. My stomach was suddenly sick with dread for her. The recital hall was full and several more people were standing in the back.

The first student finished their piece and everyone clapped. Then, suddenly they were calling Jaden's name. The student who was supposed to go before her had gotten cold feet so her 3rd place standing had moved up. I looked at my delicate little 6 year old with her startled expression and though, "that's it, she's not going to do it." Then, my incredibly shy daughter did something that complete blew my mind. She stood up. She walked to the piano, placed her music down and proceeded to play her recital piece.

Jaden played it all the way through to the end, stumbling only once but catching the mistake and moving on from it like her teacher had taught her too. Her face was a mask of concentration and when she finished, she stood and made a running bow back to her seat. The look of triumph on her face was echoed by the relief and pride in my own. I knew better than anyone how much my daughter had pushed herself to get to and get through her moment on stage. I was overjoyed and overrun with motherly pride. Jaden had blown my mind in the most beautiful way.

There have been a few more recitals now and while I am sure it doesn't get any easier for her, she puts in 100% every year. The songs have gotten more challenging but the music isn't the part that remains the most difficult for her to master. I am forever nervous for her each time. I must hold my breathe each performance until she finishes the because that first breathe in once she stands and bows, feels like heaven to my aching lungs. When the last notes of her piece are fading in my ears, I am rejoicing and celebrating with her. It is always a wonderful moment but somehow not as mind-blowing as watching her climb those stairs and play that first time.

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