I never much liked writing in cursive. Mostly I found it made reading, especially others cursive (but at times even my own) difficult. In college I was printing my notes more than writing. Fifteen years ago I bought a book on italic printing to change how I wrote. The only cursive left in my life was my signature. About six years ago I decided that was silly, and it’d be more fun to write the same way when asked to “Print” my name and then “Sign Here” it.
So now comes this article in support of cursive: What’s Lost As Handwriting Fades. One of the things it talks about is how in people with brain issues (injuries, strokes, etc) it’s sometimes the case that they can still do cursive but not print or vice versa. These things are stored differently, much like singing and cursing can survive even when speech can not. I can feel those differences when writing in my journal, verses typing things like this out. I feel more emotionally connected, or that it can change some deep thinking process more. It is this feeling I have that causes me to write by hand my most important letters to those I love.
I ran across this article about beekeeping in Laramie WY, which given their short growing season and cold is remarkable in itself. But the best part is a Boy Scout’s Eagle project was to get the ordinance changed so that beekeeping was allowed in the city. As a former Eagle scout, with two sons who are Eagles, and as a former Scoutmaster, this is the most amazing Eagle scout project I’ve ever heard of. Bravo!
WHO is considering dropping acceptable added sugar consumption (this includes honey, maple syrup, etc.) to 5 teaspoons per day as the safe limit (see http://www.salon.com/2014/02/25/sugar_is_killing_us_and_it_doesnt_take_much_to_destroy_your_body_partner/). This means I have more work to do on my diet as I switch more and more to the Mediterranean diet, the one that is gaining more and more solid scientific evidence that it works the best. This is one of the best intros I’ve seen: http://oldwayspt.org/resources/heritage-pyramids/mediterranean-diet-pyramid.
Since hearing of the heroic efforts, and the loss of life, on 9/11 by the New York City Fire Dept, police, and other civilian workers I’ve felt too little is done to honor them and all emergency workers. We put up gigantic “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED” signs on aircraft carriers to make much ado about the military. I do not begrudge them, but I think there are also others that put their lives on the line to help and save me too that once in a while could use a thank you.
I’ve hoped that 9/11 would become a day when we would acknowledge those efforts. It seems perfectly suited to me. But there has been no organized movement in that direction. So when I moved into this new old house and realized I lived two blocks from the city’s main fire department I resolved to make a personal act.
My sourdough, fresh out of the oven.
I’ve been told a number of times by a number of different people that I make some of the best bread they’ve ever had. So I pulled up my old standard sourdough recipe from my Wonderlicious Recipes website and baked away. Someday I hope to take some pictures while making and baking it to include on this blog but until then you can peruse the recipe for hints of how I do it.
In any case I walked over to the firehouse and gave a fireman there a paper sack with two warm loaves. He thanked me and trotted off to take it up to the guys. In my head I thanked him.