Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Depression, Anxiety, and PTSD: A CNN article.

Read this.

Tell me exactly what the psychologist, James Rubin from Kings College, says about the mental effects of climate change.

Nothing.

Not a damn thing.

He has studied and discusses the mental impact of flooding.

The author of the report put (climate change) in parenthesis in a direct quote from Rubin as well interspersed Rubin's words with tidbits about flooding events "expected to rise," "could be heat waves," plus a bunch of other horrors and finally "suicide for those who cannot cope."

Rubin is concerned about the mental health of people who experience natural disasters and doesn't think the problems will necessarily go away on their own.

He recommends that adequate mental health services be provided as standard parts of a response effort and that risk factors be identified to help protect people from developing any of these conditions in the first place, such as helping people who have been cut off from social support services or preventing extensive damage to homes.
At no time does he talk about the impact of climate change on mental health. But that doesn't stop the author from putting this beauty forth at the end of the section with Dr. Rubin:

But the feelings will always be there -- worry, anxiety, fear -- feelings many people not just around the world are experiencing as they think about the future of the Earth. 
Bait and switch. Subliminal messaging. Fake it 'til you make it.

Whatever you want to call it, this "reporting" from CNN causes me great anxiety. Now I'm a slightly depressed.  And CNN has a bad case of PTSD, if PTSD means Prone to Transmit Slanted Data.  

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

ICE: An Unscheduled One

Tiny snaps underfoot titillate.
Stepping gingerly. Sliding slightly.
Leveraging stability for euphoria,
Beckons venturing further afield.

The promised rush of nothingness.
No weight. No worries. No world.

Latent ice in her veins freezes,
And cracks.



Thursday, March 9, 2017

My dog.


This is my dog.
This is my happy dog.
This is my happy dog hightailing away from me.
This is my happy dog hightailing away from me after I had him in a headlock.
This is my happy dog hightailing away from me after I had him in a headlock to take a picture with me.

This is my dog after having to take a picture with me. 


Happy.








And now you know why. 

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Living Large

Last night I went with a friend to see the National Theatre's movie presentation of Hamlet starring Benedict Cumberbatch as the tortured Dane. I was so proud of myself for agreeing to go out on a weeknight and see a movie of a Shakespearean play that I didn't think my night could get any better.


It did. 

There was a bar at the theatre! 

It's not that I would in any way need a bar to sit through four hours of Shakespeare. No! It's just that it was such an unexpected delight. It's almost like I hadn't been to the movies since they invented the reclining seats. But, I digress. 

Not only did the theatre have a bar, but there was "real" food.  (By "real" food in this context I mean anything not made by Mars, Incorporated or deep fried.)  As it was the Ides (of November, so not really), I ordered the Caesar chicken salad wrap. After many, many minutes and missing the beginning of the Cumberbatch mini-interview, I got my food and settled into my recliner to watch. Wrapped up in the witty words, I then proceeded to dip my down vest into the dripped Caesar dressing. After a while, despite their elevation, my feet started to swell because of the salty food and I thought I was going to have to strip naked because of the heat in the auditorium. 

Other than that, and being completely appreciative that my friend drove in the rainy dark, I am totally killin' it with my sassy, devil-may-care, I-can-stay-out-past-10-on-a-weeknight attitude! 



Regarding the play, not only was Mr. Cumberbatch a wonderfully physical Hamlet, but Claudius was none other than Ciaran Hinds! (I love him!) While some of the smaller parts were not as well inhabited (I could not really understand Horatio and his was not a small role), the massive and creative staging contributed perfectly to the somber mood and big drama.  

I'd do it again.
On a weekend.
Minus the Caesar salad.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Dog, the Adolescent

He stands poised, ears erect, at the edge of wide cart path, staring into the woods.
A chipmunk, a squirrel, a robin, even, catching his momentary interest.
But it is only momentary. Less than a minute, really. Waiting for a signal.
Waiting for a louder call into the woods -- the tipping point to the chase.
It doesn't come.
Instead he hears, let's go dog! and his wild revelry is broken.

Thirty feet later, he does it again.


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The Accordian Job

Every year one of the churches in our town holds a country fair in September. Every year we innocently go to this fair and poke around. Every year we come home with bags of books: books we've heard of, books we've had, books with recipes, books with pictures, books with hardcovers, books with paper covers, book without covers, books, books, books.

Well, you get the idea.

This year, in the spirit of decluttering, minimizing, and cleaning, I've decided we need to pull an accordian job at the fair.

This accordian player finishes a gig, throws his accordian into his car and starts home. On the way he stops at a convenience store to get a drink but forgets to lock his door.  He comes out of the store, opens the car door and shouts, "Oh no! It's happened again!".
In the backseat now sits two accordians.
I wonder if they'll notice the book table getting more full each time we pass.

I just hope this isn't there.

Friday, September 2, 2016

10 Things I Learned (or Confirmed) By Walking Every Day.


  1. If there is a woods option, take it.
  2. There is usually hiking or walking path within 30 minutes of wherever you are. Use technology to find it. 
  3. I am the only one enamored of shadow pictures.
  4. Walking alone is restful, unless you are particularly restless.
  5. What's more exhilarating than pockets of warm and cool air as you walk? Pockets of good and bad smells. (Well exhilarating might not be the best word for the bad ones.)
  6. Proper footwear should never be discounted.
  7. It is much harder to walk on a very humid day is than it is to walk the rest of the year -- even through snow and rain.
  8. Walking with friends is great! Walking with my dog is great! Walking with my dog and my friends and their dogs does not work for me. 
  9. I have gone from timing how fast I can walk to exploring how much can soak in. I'm not sure that's a good thing. I suppose it depends on my objective, which was to walk every day for a year. No more no less.
  10. Walking everyday makes me happy.