Monday, August 29, 2016


First off,  a big time congratulations to the Endwell, NY little leaguers who are now-----Little League World Series Champions. You truly did end well.
What an amazing group of youngsters.  Proud of you.
Most of you who read my posts are younger than me but might have experienced a slight dose of memory constipation. It can start as early as the fifties and progresses slowly as the years pile on. Mine got slightly noticeable in my late sixties and has picked up a tad as I sneak up on eighty.

Such as when a word you know perfectly well just won't come to mind in mid-sentence. Huh??  Trying to remember someone you once knew but can't for the life of you attach a name.  Pretty sure there aren't many of you who qualify as seniors that have not had at least mild degrees of this age related phenomenon.

I agree with the theory that as we age we just keep piling information into our finite brains.  Eventually, some data will have to be dumped to make room. Our brain doesn't discriminate or chose wisely and the dumping seems random. Hopefully some things mine has dumped I may never even miss.

Do you accept this or do you fight it?  I fear I am bulldog like and will claw away and will retrieve the lost information eventually. It almost becomes a game.

If on those rare time when the person you are speaking to can't supply the missing word, it will reappear on its own often hours later when it is no longer needed. For those times, bulldog doesn't help.

For the lost name of a person on the periphery of my circle that I should know, I use the ABC approach. I picture the person then recite the alphabet slowly. Generally when a letter corresponds to the name of my lost person, their name pops up easily.  Hopefully they are a Bob or Carl and not a Walter or Zane.

Sometimes if it is not a person in my circle and if they have any degree of fame, the Internet is the best tool. A while back I was trying to think of a favorite football player from quite a few years ago. Total blank.

With the Internet we only need a smidgen of information to get an answer. All I knew for sure was that he was the brother in law of a teammate. Vague enough? Actually all I had to type was " Dolphin teammate brothers in law" and there they were top of the page-- Jason Taylor and Zack Thomas.  Zack, number 54, was my missing favorite.

Ahh, all was well again.  I readily admit to enjoying the challenge and wallow in the successes.

I guess I should feel fortunate. So far I am not losing things, only words and names.

Do you stick with the mind search till you solve the mystery or do you just chalk it up to senior memory and move on?  Perhaps you have a significant other who supplies the missing word or name. Or even better, have you so far escaped this rite of passage all together?

Monday, August 22, 2016


Right now I am in the peak of Hummer season.  They are swarming  and two quarts of nectar daily are needed to keep them happy.  I posted this in 2011.


I was very lucky the other day to spot something I have never seen in all my years of Hummingbird watching.

I was heading towards the house from the shed when I saw what I thought was a Hummer suicide attempt.

The little fellow flew straight up in the air at incredible speed then hung in mid-air for a second at the top of a very high arc. He was just a speck. Then he dove straight for the ground in an apparent attempt to end it all.  Just feet from the ground, he pulled up and zoomed toward the sky again.

I had no idea what I was seeing but I continued to watch. I was not the only one watching. From her perch on the feeder, his dives were admired by a sweet young thing that I swear I could see smiling.

Not sure this is same pair but these two did a nice reenactment of the initial meeting for me  
He then flew in confidently and sat near her on the perch. He ruffled his glorious ruby throat and it glistened in the sun. I could swear I heard the Hummingbird equivalent to,  "Hello there, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me."

Her back was to me so I didn't see her response. What I did see was the red necked Lothario, leave his perch, hover over her back side, and drop down for a whopping few seconds on her behind.

He took her right at the dinner table and I am not sure she even quit slurping nectar during the process.   In about 3 seconds, he was finished  and flew off to spread his seed elsewhere. And I thought bunnies were fast.

That was it folks. A little showing off with some high dives, a quickie, then he goes off to play with some new female  and she is now a single mother. Yikes.

When you look at the whole picture, male Hummingbirds have atrocious table manners. They  are always quarreling pushing and shoving. Their love making is pretty close to date rape and they are no-show fathers. They want no part of being a parent. For some reason, this seems to work for the species.

Even with all that going against the little dudes, I am still enamored with the adorable little rascals and am totally forgiving (probably since I am not a female Hummer).

Those little red necked lovers really rely on cute carrying them past bad behavior.  Works for me as long as it is only a tiny bird behaving badly and not a member of the human species trying such antics.  Then cute carries no weight. 

Needless to say, I have scratched lady Hummingbird off my list as a creature to come back as.

So if you ever see a Hummer taking a high altitude dive, stick around for a second and don't blink. You may get to witness what I did.