Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?
These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.
Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...
...seems to be working so far
Saturday, December 31, 2011
There, I said it. I said the word that can make grownups shudder. I wonder why? Is it because making a resolution to change something in our lives is relatively painless, but implementing the resolution is a whole other story?
I imagine so, but we are all different and we all have our reasons for wanting to make a change, but may not have the right reasons, or determination to succeed.
First of all, if there is something you want to change, then say it to yourself. Say, "I will stop smoking on the 31st of December". Then plan how you will do it. Nicotine patches? Lozenges? Spray? Sheer will power? You need a plan. You can't just stop. Chances of you succeeding aren't good without a plan.
Once you have a plan in place, then implement it on the date, and time you have chosen, start your plan, and stick to your plan knowing there will be some bumpy times along the way. There has to be a bit of flack to go through in order to get to the other side.
Then go through each day knowing you are one more day removed from where you were when you decided to change. Don't look any more forward than the the next day.
If you succeed, then the time was right. If you don't succeed, don't beat yourself up. The time just wasn't right, nothing more. Some additional preparation is needed to get your head in the right spot to succeed.
First thing you need is the desire to change. If you have the definite desire to change, then you are more than half way there. If you aren't sure, or think that it might be nice not to have a two pack of Twinkies a day habit, then it ain't going to work.
You have to want it. I know, sounds trite, and so used, but it is true. You have to want to change, otherwise you won't.
If you decide you want it, and have a plan in place, with a date to start, then when that time comes, just begin. No big goodbyes to something you no longer want in your life, no trips down memory lane, just begin. And the next day, wake up, and continue.
This system works with everything. A couple of years ago I successfully stopped smoking. Never tried before, except for a few hours one time. I never really wanted to. It was too familiar. Too comforting. Too much a part of me, and my behavior, that I didn't know how I would react without it in my life, so I continued to smoke. I continued to smoke until one day in mid autumn I said to myself that it was now time to quit. Nothing precipitated the statement; it was just something I no longer needed.
That revelation came out of the blue, as did the impetus to set a date. I naturally chose December 31st, and when that time came, I began.
I haven't smoked since.
Of course, I have suffered "resolution fail" as well. Far too many times, but that one success makes up for the many failures.
I used the 2 mg nicotine lozenges, and broke them into 1/8's, and took a piece when I felt a craving. The amount I would take fell after a day or two, and then fell again a few days later, and after a week or so was down to only a very few of those tiny pieces a day. I had one moment when I spoke loudly, and that was the only side effect I had to beating the addiction.
Do I miss it? No. Not really. I like the money in pocket, the breath in my body. I could not have done it at any other time. The time had to be right. The time had to be excuse free. I no longer needed a crutch to function in everyday life when I quit, and that made it easier to decide to go for it.
That is how I did it, and I am passing on my experience to you. It could work for you as well. The nicotine lozenges were a personal choice. You choose what you need to do it, or go without. Only you know what you will need.
Whatever you decide to change as you begin 2012, I wish you the best. One thing is for sure, and you already know this, whatever you decide to change in your life for the better will definitely be worth it.
Friday, December 23, 2011
A Common Goodness
That's all the teams asks of it's members, just be good, and that guiding rule covers everything else. Each team has their own policies, procedures and rules that all lead to the that common goal; they're all different, but it doesn't really matter.
It's like the National League, and the American League, they don't regularly play against each other, but when they do it 's more ecumenical than a rivalry. Those times that it becomes a rivalry we're working on eliminating from the schedule.
And, it doesn't matter what name your team has; mine is named after the mans birthday we celebrate on the 25th of December, Jesus Christ. Christmas naturally evolved from that name. I am glad his name wasn't Billy Ray. Wouldn't fit as well.
So, to all of you, and I do mean all of you, even those on other teams, I wish you all a Merry Christmas. The one thing we all have is that common goodness, and that is always worth sharing no matter what time of the year.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Big Brass Ones Are Festive This Time Of Year
I received the above e-card today from National Grid. It's obvious that the folks in public relations don't read the newspaper, or own a television. The sentiment is nice. Ironic, but nice.
Happy Holidays to you, as well.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Selectmen Respond To National Grid Incompetence
Friday, December 16, 2011
A Season For Head And Heart
For most, the seasons spell melts away into the January thaw, but each year, there are those of us that are captured by the spirit of well wishing, brotherhood, unity, and salvation that we decide to stay, and be that person throughout the year. Sure beats the heck out being seasonally schizophrenic, and keeping our family guessing as to which person we'll be depending upon the solstice.
Yesterday I met a salesperson in one of the shops at Blackstone Valley that was not only helpful because she is a salesperson, she was also happy, and sincere about her helping because it is who she is. At first I thought that she was just affected by the "spell", but the more I lingered as the sale was completed, the more I saw that it was her true person showing through, not the corporate "HoHoHo". It nice to meet someone with this natural ability to make me feel good as I spent my money. It was also good to know that there will be someone else that she will interact that may not be in the best of moods, or maybe in a bit of a holiday funk, and they will be in a better place after being with her for just a few minutes.
Their wallet may not be in a better place, but the head, and heart will be, and that is one of the many side effects of the season.
So, on that note, may your head and heart be touched this season enough to share that touch with another.
And, that is the spirit of all who celebrate this season, the giving. It sneaks up on you, and before you know it, you are giving, and sharing, without really knowing it.
Keep it up; it's what keeps us going for the rest of the year.
Friday, December 9, 2011
It's Laundry Day, And I Am Going To Wiggle A Couple Of Loads
Last week, after we discussed it for a very long time, I went out to buy a new washer and dryer with Mary's blessings. She paced nervously at work while I shopped, but she could have relaxed. I had done my research. I had compared models on consumerreports.org read the reviews of dozen of models, and manufacturers, and knew the things that these machines needed in order to perform: lots of buttons, little LED lights, digital displays, various test modes, beeps, and alarms. This obvious information, along with my research, and the advise and recommendation of the salesman steered me towards the LG washer and dryer.
Normally, I would check out the Maytag, Whirlpool, or Kenmore, but repair history, and cost brought me to LG. Now, you have to know where in the World of Laundry I am coming from. I do all my own laundry. I figure, my clothes, my job, so I have a stake in choosing the best machines.
It's probably some control thing.
The Laundry World we have lived in, since we bought our home in 2006, was not the best. The washer and dryer came with the house, and had been installed in the mid 1980's. I only know this because when the washer died a couple of years ago, and needed a new belt, the repairman we called was the very one that had installed it in the first floor half bathroom back when it was originally purchased. He told me that he had to dismantle the washer to get it inside the bathroom, and to get it out, well, guess what.
The washer was a simple one. It has a few dials. One for the kind of cycle I wanted, one for the size of the load, and another for the temperature.
The dryer was in the basement on a concrete platform by the oil tank. It had been "repaired" in the past because there was a regular light switch built into the front panel for on and off, and a dial for setting the time for a load. We only used the timer, and every load lasted sixty minutes.
A lot has happened in World of Laundry since 1985. The machines we bought this past week do everything except fold the clothes and put them away.
The tub will then wiggle for a minute, or so, as it determines just what it's up against, and when all the data is gathered, the machine calls for the proper amount of water to be delivered into the tub, and the cycle begins in earnest.
Wow. This is so cool. So many functions, so many choices. So many little buttons and lights. A true gadget.
But, wait. There's more. If the machine acts up an error code will display to diagnose the issue, and if there is still a problem, you simply call the 800 number, talk to the technician, and then hold your phone up to the on off switch. The washer will then transmit diagnosis signals to the technician to assist with determine the problem.
Tell Mr. Spock they finally invented a Tri-corder for the laundry room. The true final frontier.
The dryer is massive, and dries really well using far less electricity than the old dryer which almost needed it's own electrical feed from National Grid. It uses Sensor Dry that determines the moisture level in the clothes, and constantly adjusts the time to dry.
It has lights, beeps, and plays a song at the end of the cycle like the washer does.
Well, this is all very interesting, but a gadget isn't a real gadget unless it performs, and so far these two machines perform really well, and do exactly what the cycle chosen says it will do. Permanent Press delivers dried clothes completely wrinkle free.
Yep, gadgets are great, and so far I am having fun playing with them. I'd like to share more about the new washer and dryer, but I have another load to wiggle.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Sturbridge Veterans Honor Roll Fundraiser
|An example of engraved bricks in other communities|
that honor local veterans.
Make checks payable to Friends of Sturbridge
Seniors and mail to: Veterans' Honor Roll,
P.O. Box 1, Fiskdale, MA 01518-0001.
Please indicate "Honor Roll" on the outside
of the envelop and in the memo section of the
check. All donations are tax deductible.
Sturbridge Veterans Honor Roll website.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Picking Up Where We Left Off
Did we just become too selective, or cautious as we matured? Do we purposely keep a distance, and not allow ourselves to to bond like we once did on the playground because it is more awkward for adults when we don't have that playground to support us?
I know, too many questions for the morning. You can defer the thinking on this one until the commute, in the meantime, humor me.
The chemical responses ones body goes through when old friendships are reignited confound the me. There is a an overwhelming feeling of comfort, feeling safe, and happiness. Sharing the night with Mary made it even better. She was now able to understand some of what I shared with her, and that can be both good, and bad.
I know, not everyone has the same feelings when their past comes back for a visit, but I did, and as I said, I enjoyed it.
We accepted each other as we were the other night. We accepted each other on how we arrived not so much to the place, but to that moment in time. We are older, no longer competing with each other for our piece of the pie. We have our pie, and we are eager to share it as we show photos of our kids, and grand kids on our phones.
This reunion was small, about thirty people, but it was not so much the number of people in the room, or the memories, it was knowing that we had each made it this far in life, and had arrived intact. Some a bit bumped, and bruised more than others. Some with more challenges than the next. No one judged. A smile, and a hug hello was all that was needed welcome one back to the fold.
Back "then" was such a long time ago, and offered only a chapter in the whole story of who we are, but it was the foundation of who we became.
One can always grow without a foundation, but with one, one is not only stronger, and able to stand up to the forces that confront us, it leads to having a bit more confidence in life.
I was fortunate to have the kind of foundation that friends helped to build. I am who I am partly because of those early relationships. How those young people, from forty years ago, responded to life was an example for those around to follow. Those that did pay attention made a good choice.
So, in a strange way, these "mini-reunions", that happen later in life, are like stepping back and meeting ones younger self as you speak, and act just as you once did, without the need for any pretense. It's always good thing to let the genie out of the bottle once in awhile. Helps to center yourself, and sometimes some of us may need a bit of an adjustment along the way.
Next year will be a big anniversary of our high school class, and you can be sure I will be there once again. It's like a maintenance program, and I could always use an adjustment now and again.
Thanks to the other night I am good for a bit.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
The Sunday Morning Muse
It's all part of the process. The democratic process. To voice opinion freely, and to occasionally offer some words of encouragement, humor, acknowledgment, and to annoy the bejeepers out of others.
Another part of that process is following the laws of the land, and voice an opinion when they should be changed, amended, or implemented. That is just another part of the process.
Now, another part of this whole thing is to record the process in action. Written minutes are part of recording of the process. Timely distribution of information comes with the recording of the minutes. We've already been down that road this week, heard from all sides, and it has been written (almost Biblical sounding this morning), that this part of the process will change for the better.
While we wait to see if that prophecy holds true, we can appreciate the comments left in the previous posting this morning. They are informative, filled with facts, and not a bit of speculation.
Where did this information come from?
Yep, meeting minutes, and the transcript of the videos of those meetings. So often the minutes are but merely a hint of what actually occurred, as we have discovered in this video age, and the transcript fills in the blanks by displaying the demeanor, the emotions, and the rhythm of the moment. Something that could not be shared unless you attended the meeting yourself until videotape was invented.
The minutes, and the transcripts of the Article 48 debacle are very telling. The "paper trail" is enormous offering up information against the article. Those that were originally supportive of it are now thinking again. Why attach themselves to it? This won't be good, and to remove themselves from the line of fire would be a good thing.
Meeting minutes are so important, and access to them is critical when they are fresh, and not eight months later. No drafts, but actual minutes. If you still think it is a non-issue just look at what has surfaced, and been accomplished this past week by having access to meeting minutes
Based on the information, Article 48 should not pass, but if by some remote chance it does, the minutes will still be invaluable; they will offer up indisputable evidence in a law suit.
Oh, I don't know, maybe a nay vote on the December 5th may be cheaper than a lawsuit for the town.
This time it's common sense talking.