Archives for June 9, 2018
The threat of flooding in Rural Oliver; in Electoral Area “C”, has been reduced. The potential danger to life, health and property damage has declined.
The Evacuation Order on the following property is RESCINDED:
102 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
124 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
149 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
168 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
178 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
194 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
274 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
306 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
310 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
322 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
340 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
344 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
296 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD * except for a portion in red on map
328 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD * except for a portion in red on map above
The Evacuation Order shall REMAIN in effect for:
7841 HIGHWAY 97
296 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD Home at the rear of property
328 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD Home at the rear of property
352 SPORTSMENS BOWL RD
150 TEST ORCHARD ROAD
An Evacuation Alert may need to be reissued.
SportsmEns Bowl Road is open to single lane, alternating traffic until further notice. Please use caution.
How does one think? I mean I know how to throw a ball, but how do I/we think? It kind of just rolls along by itself, this thinking. In fact, try to stop thinking. Can’t do it, huh. There is deliberate focused, now thinking, like when doing brain surgery and there is the yakky yak that prattles along when I am just sitting around. What is making that yak thinking go? What is the fuel?
Thinking evolved as a protection mechanism, a warning alarm. The first thoughts in the evolution of the animal is self preservation. So the most important thoughts are about staying alive, food, warmth, shelter, safety. If we ‘think’ that we don’t have those, then those are all we can think about until we do have them. Maslow developed a model of the hierarchy of thought that states that this is the case
Those primordial preservation thoughts get in the way even today, though for most of us, most of the time, survival and safety things are a given. Yet we can make up that not all of those are in place. We can get very animated and the phrase ‘like a trapped animal’ can describe my thoughts. Thing is, I generated those and I can choose to generate other thoughts instead. The key is to notice my thoughts, then I can indeed choose
When noticing my thoughts it can be helpful to also notice how I feel about them. When I can detach from the urge to act immediately and strongly because of a thought, to have a look at it for even a moment, I can, most of the time, just smile and let it go wooshing by. Makes for a happier life. Thoughts made up constitute the majority of all of my thoughts. Might as well think good thoughts then
‘What were you thinking!?’ One might ask me that after I do something daft. The answer is usually, ‘uhh, I guess I wasn’t’. Not quite true, but close. I was thinking but not noticing my thoughts. That is when that cranky little voice inside takes over and pulls me into unhappy results, almost like I am just a passenger. The remedy is to notice my thinking. This is a new idea, I know. Think about it anyway
We have heard a lot of talk over the past few years about so called super foods. My grandma would have thought it all rubbish. Her motto was if God grows it, it must be good for you. She planned her meals with one eye on the cost of what went on the plate and the other eye on what was nourishing. If it also happened to taste good, well that was just a bonus.
Grandma didn’t go with various fads but she did have a huge variety of menus that dressed up the same food items in various disguises. I tend to follow a lot of my gran’s ideas when it comes to different versions of the same thing, take for example the simple egg.
An egg can be eaten in a different form every day of the week. As a non meat eater I eat a lot of eggs and never get tired of them. I try to exclusively use farm fresh eggs for meals, for baking I use anything but what goes on the plate has to taste good. An egg is an amazing thing, it can be soft-boiled, hard-boiled, fried, poached, scrambled, stirred through rice, made into an omelette, devilled and, in desserts, it can be used in whatever your imagination can dream up.
My particular favourite way to eat an egg is dry-fried, a piece of cheese melted on top and served between two halves of a toasted English muffin. I eat it slowly to get all the flavour and savour every crumb. The dark yellow yolk of a farm fresh egg is so full of richness that my mouth is watering at the thought of letting that goodness roll around my tongue so my taste buds do not miss one nuance of it’s depth of flavour.
Another food with so many uses is the humble potato. Whether baked, mashed or simply boiled it has so much good taste in it that it doesn’t need any dressing up except a little salt. Fries may not be a healthy option but the crispy coating with a soft interior is a delightful sin.
One of my favourite memories of being a teenager in England was walking home from a movie eating chips out of a newspaper wrapping. They would have salt and vinegar sprinkled over them and the taste of hot chips in the cold night air was absolutely wonderful. Nothing served on a fine china plate could ever taste as good. They were eaten with your fingers that would absorb the flavour and could be tasted long after the chips were gone. A vinegar flavoured kiss would round off a perfect night and the bus ride home was equal to any that Cinderella took in her glass coach.
The flavours of our youth linger long after the smell of vinegar has been scrubbed from our fingers. Ahh, the simple pleasures leave long memories.
In the 18th Century the streets of Philadelphia were dark at night. This made crime and stumbling over obstacles a serious problem. In his autobiography Franklin writes about his frustration with the people for not buying into his idea of placing some kind of lighting outside at night to dispel the problem. No one went to the trouble of trying out the idea. He just couldn’t mobilize the people to adopt the idea. Then he hatched a plan. He put a kerosene lantern on a pole outside his own house in such a place that it also cast light on the walkway. People walking by felt safer and didn’t stumble in the dark.
Soon another family did the same thing, then another and then still more lit up their own area. Eventually much of the city was lit up by lamps and the problem diminished. He hadn’t said a word to anybody, he just set the example.
The lesson is clear. We accomplish more by setting a good example than by exhorting, admonishing or complaining.