This is National Cheese Day (really!). Later this week (get this!): June’s first Friday is National Donut Day. In exploring celebratory days, I’m finding that opportunities to appreciate are overwhelming, and it’s enough already. I’ll stop searching and yet make a shout out: Happy Cheese Day!
I wrote yesterday morning that the outside weather looked blowy and chilly. I was correct for those conditions lasted all day. My window this morning reveals similar weather behavior. For me, this is a day off from work and I’ve planned to tackle much-needed outside work. If today remains windy and cold, I’ll stay inside where plenty needs doing, too.
While inside, maybe I’ll poke into the cheese world. There’s much to explore about its cultural significance and the human passion for making it. I could learn by reading or streaming documentaries about the history of cheese, its different kinds and methods of making, and its lasting cultural significance.
Good learning can transform perceptions. Learning could turn my chuckles about National Cheese Day into awe.
Learning an appreciation of cheese on this day represents only a beginning. More ahead and scheduled annually, will arrive on October 15.
Dear Friends: The donut product also has a history and a big (bah!) cultural influence. Diana
These high early winds create my expectations for today: Hay rises in the air, and shirts take flight, it’s a windy day’s chaotic delight.
Yesterday, reading a few books about gemstones taught there are numerous gems and varieties. That discovery was daunting because soon, I will be working in Fine Jewelry sales. Perhaps my best hope going forward will be to have all the monthly birthstones memorized, at least.
My birthday is in May, and the emerald is my birthstone. I have a pretty ring featuring one, but I rarely wear it because I am not much into personal jewelry. My pending job in Fine Jewelry, however, is nudging me to alter some attitudes, and I’ll wear the ring today.
My view out a window suggests that, as I’ve been writing, this morning’s branch-bending early winds have calmed. That makes me revise my earlier prediction: In this stillness, I will find my center and savor the gentle weather.
Oops, I’m speaking too soon. Apparently, these morning winds are circling, as now my window is revealing the high-blowing again.
Dear Friends: One more hot coffee before I bundle up and head out. Diana
Yesterday, in a nod to our extravagant natures, Susan, a store manager, and I tried on expensive sunglasses. She’s wearing a Versace, and I’m wearing a Gucci. My Guccis didn’t alter the world’s appearance, but having them on was a kick.
I was celebrating because the store officially is transitioning me into a new role. I’ll become a part-time salesperson in Fine Jewelry. The change will follow my background check. All I have known about fine jewelry is that it’s pretty, and I enjoy wearing my own few pieces for special occasions.
I have begun reading books about gemstones which are opening a world of personal adornment to me. The experts speak about deep human desires, for beauty and self-adornment, a love of brilliant colors, and the thrill of seeing sparkling white light from a diamond—in other words, there’s a world of motivations for buying and owning gems.
It’s been so since time immemorial, but like everything else, increased scientific knowledge and technological advances have altered the buying and selling of gemstones. For eons, those processes were based on assessments at eye and gut levels. Modern technology has brought accuracy to identifying and assessing gems.
On a personal note, this new position will give me more knowledge about the retail world and teach me new, specific sales skills.
Dear Friends: My wish to work and learn that began two years ago gets more interesting. Diana
Yesterday, my friend Julie and I attended this season’s opening game. We watched the Bend Elks against the Walla Walla Sweets from seats high up in nearly full bleachers. Their game was pretty good, but we left at the top of the fifth inning because I didn’t have a warm jacket. (Here in Bend, when the sun goes down, the wind gets chilly.) I’ll go see the Elks again, next time wearing my new (official) Elks ballcap and new Elks t-shirt, and bringing an appropriate jacket.
I enjoyed seeing the game with Julie. She’s from Chicago and knows the Sox and the Cubs. She’s also a retired social worker. She observed the crowd around us, as interested in people as in the game. She pointed out relationship behaviors that showed people relaxing, bonding, and enjoying the game. In the noisy, busy stadium environment, her observations of family-like pleasantries spoke to the “human values side” of baseball.
About sociology and human values, yesterday, the department store where I work part-time said farewell to our manager, Lisa. She’s happily moving on in her career but she was in tears throughout her crew’s goodbye.
A wonderful leader, Lisa is alert and smart, quick-moving, technically capable, and people-oriented. She knows everybody who works in the store and likes us all, and she manages efficiently and effectively overall.
Here we all were yesterday. Lisa is in the middle, identified by a big, shiny necklace.
Dear Friends: After a memorable day off, I’ll be working and adapting to change today. Diana
I’ve looked forward to today, the opening day of baseball locally. Our Bend Elks will play against the Walla Walla (Wash.) Sweets. My friend Julie and I will be in the bleachers, stomping and yelling for the Elks.
Last season, after hesitating for years to go to an Elks game, I attended one. I had expected little of a second or third-string training team. To my surprise, that game was a big family event. I was challenged to find a parking spot and an empty bleacher seat. The game, a slam dunk for the Elks, didn’t hold my interest throughout; however, the sociology did. Throughout, family groups cheered and stomped for the Elks and children had a grand time.
I picked up on a local club’s larger appeal, which extends beyond the game itself, by creating a sense of community and offering an affordable, accessible form of entertainment. I got hooked on attending and planned to buy a season ticket, but my working schedule interferes, so when possible I’ll attend games.
Today is important, too, unique in a different way. This is the last day our store manager, Lisa, will be working with us; she’s moving to Colorado to start managing a larger store. I’m not on today’s working schedule, but going to the store and will bid Lisa a fond goodbye. She’s one of the best managers I’ve been fortunate to know. All of us who work in this store will miss her.
This Saturday will be my next working day. It’s also the start day for our store’s new manager. I’m certain to be saying more later about the change.
Dear Friends: A day that’s starting emotionally and later winding up energetically. Diana
Daddy Robin perched on a post and watching me. The handsome fellow already had me following several careful, watchful “stops.” He was obscuring the destination for that tasty morsel in his beak. I had already been in the barn and seen Mama Bird sitting on unhatched eggs. The nest is solid and will keep their babies safe. I hope to be unobtrusive and also observe their family and activities. Both parents know my presence, and their staying put is a tickle.
Soon after snapping the header photo, I glanced upward, spotting another gift: a pair of Ravens utilizing air currents to soar and were highly visible under a white cloud. Capturing Ravens in their soaring activities has been one of my dreams. Here’s my earliest sighting.
I watched the pair using currents to gain altitude and then glide downward until they found another updraft. Occasionally, they came low before rising again. Finally, they were low enough and also beneath bright clouds, and my camera could capture more details.
Ravens use various air currents to conserve energy and stay aloft for long periods, scanning for food or traveling long distances during migration. I’ve observed Raven adults in the sky and training juveniles to use air currents. This seems too early in the season for a parent to be training a juvenile, plus that training usually is a group outing. This pair could have been young adults courting in the sky or playing and having fun.
Ravens don’t actually float on air currents but utilize them to soar. That means they use air currents to rise and gain altitude before gliding downward and finding another updraft. This energy-efficient flight method lets large birds cover vast distances with minimal effort. A group of Ravens in training is a spectacular sighting.
During my sky-spotting, I saw this very dim mid-afternoon moon. Capturing that moon with enough visibility forced me to manually focus my camera. I made the foreground trees a bit fuzzy in order to make the moon as clear as possible. This image encourages me to focus manually more often.
Dear Friends: These are thrilling spring signs; I’m anticipating more. Diana
My house on a hill offers lovely views of the Central Oregon Cascade Range. I took today’s header photo during pleasant weather; my long lens nicely captured the Broken Top and South Sister Mountains. Broken Top is an ancient-spent volcano; and some estimate that South Sister is bubbling away. Hopefully, the SS won’t become a Mount St. Helens. I pack in such thinking, loving my proximity to eye candy.
I have this beautiful day off from work. I’ll try to finish my chores before there’s too little daylight to take off with a horse and my dogs. At the very least, maybe I’ll horseback ride (without my dogs) on the local streets.
I will be interviewed tomorrow for a part-time job in the department store where I’m already employed. My potential new work would be selling fine jewelry. That’s up my alley because selling jewelry is in my DNA. My parents used to own and successfully operate a jewelry store.
I’m reminded now to order a book about gemstones. I want to learn more about their colors, shapes, and descriptions. Potentially, there’s a new world opening.
Dear Friends: Sky, mountains, stones, and feathers–nowadays, big in my world. Diana
The header image combines a nearly full moon with soft, downy feathers. It’s my early effort to evolve an abstract with the potential to become an evocative, memorable viewing experience.
At the beginning of May, my birthday month, and thinking about the upcoming day, I decided to gift myself something special, creative, and perhaps from my imagination. An easy way would be to photograph everyday objects. The resulting images could be edited, altered, and maybe combined.
That project forced me to look at everyday objects and “see them” differently. Besides focusing on an item’s unique appeal, my mind’s eye had to imagine its potential to offer more. That’s not how I usually approach images.
After examining everything my camera produced, I liked many images but wasn’t inspired to alter and combine any. What interested me was that my mind lingered on two images, particularly a filling moon and fluffy bird feathers. I don’t know why, but there they were, encouraging me to think about trying to work with them.
I had no creative vision, which was okay, for something can evolve by making an effort.
Dear Friends: I must avoid overthinking this and keep working on it. Diana
Memorial Day has arrived this year on the heels of my birthday. My special day improved more last evening, by the pièce de résistance of having dinner with my friends Susie and Julie. Today’s header is Susie’s capture of us, in the excellent Latin-style restaurant–Mexican martinis, fine food, and a joint farewell to this Birthday, my best of all.
Today is for getting back into gear and keeping my mood high. So far, so good.
I’ll add a little about those Robins nesting among my barn rafters. I think the larger bird is a female and that she’s “My Robin.” She is back in her birth area and about to hatch her first babies. A little research suggests all that makes sense.
When my baby Robin fledged enough to fly away, it seemed a very involving saga had ended too suddenly. I kept wondering if the bird might return, and read that wild birds may mature and return to their birth areas to nest and raise their young. I gathered that full maturity takes a couple of years and that the lead returning bird likely would be female.
Here’s a fact: my baby Robin flew away two years ago! Without questioning the accuracy of my memory or my recalled learning, I believe my little Robin was a female. And as another birthday gift, she’s returned to her birth area and sits on eggs in my barn.
Thank you, Susie, Julie, Robin Bird, distant good friends, and colleagues at work, for making this newest year start off special.
Dear Friends: Positive and negative energies are generated by the eye of the beholder. Diana
I wasn’t expecting anything special on my birthday which was yesterday, so I didn’t mind having to work, although my scheduled hours were kind of crummy, from 5-9 p.m. Here’s what’s about my birthdays: I keep them quiet and don’t let them become big deals. This year, some sort of weirdness altered my attitude and perspective. I became involved in planning for my birthday. I wished for myself the gifts of thinking positively and playing creatively.
A couple of days ago, my friend Susie invited me to dinner on my birthday and also understood my reluctance to ditch work in these days of scarce workers. We agreed to wait for a time when I’m not working (and it’s this evening).
Susie is totally a “people person.” She texted me to have fun at work and be sure to tell everybody there that “It’s my birthday.” A sweet note, but I would ignore her suggestion and keep my birthday a private affair.
Somehow, this year is unlike other years. Before I was long in the store and to my surprise, I told nearby coworkers about my birthday. Before long, suddenly and surprisingly, over our radios came a message from Lisa, our store’s manager. She announced to everybody that it was my birthday and wished me a happy one. What a tickle! By golly, and yet again, Susie was on target (she’s usually right).
Now about me and working, I can be a pest. I do my job and enjoy it, but am an old-school employee who sometimes complains to the managers. Our store has a great management team (not something said lightly because I understand good management skills). Our store’s managers are experienced, know retail inside and out, openly encourage and care for everybody, and, most importantly, they are trustworthy.
I understand training and development and contribute to the store’s efforts by giving feedback to our managers. They usually nod and maybe also ignore my comments. I work hard at keeping potential comments to myself. Sometimes I do feel that I’ve been heard.
That’s a preamble to last evening’s biggest surprise. Lisa came to my station to share a piece she’d published days before on the company website:
See what I’m saying? Reading that blew me away. Finally, I am working in a dream environment. Here, it’s okay to speak up with opinions and ideas; here, the managers are viable members of their whole team; and here, long after finishing my professional career and for the first time, I am reporting to dream managers.
Change keeps happening and that’s so here and now. Lisa is moving on soon to start managing a larger Colorado store. We in the Bend store are unhappy that she’s leaving and also wishing her well. We will buckle down and adjust to whoever shows up to try filling Lisa’s big shoes.
Here’s what’s most important: Whether the store’s leadership change proves smooth or rocky, our managers who have reported to Lisa will still be present and make the “right things” happen. We in the ranks have confidence in their judgment and technical capabilities.
Dear Friends: Why is it that only now am I learning that birthdays can be great? Diana
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