Doggie Easter Parade

This photo of my friend, Julie, sums up today's Doggie Easter Parade I think. It was windy. (see Julie's hair) People were having fun. (see Julie's smile) Dogs were generally uninterested, but accommodating. (see Gracie)

This afternoon Cause for Paws had their first ever Easter Parade and Egg Hunt for Dogs. Although I'm not a dog owner, I couldn't resist going. There was mention of dogs wearing Easter bonnets, but with the gale force winds today it was impossible.

There was one dog doing her best for the occasion, though.



There were little dogs like Max, whose ears could have made him airborne had his humans not held him tight.



And big dogs, who were affected by the wind, too.



The event got started with a dog parade...



Led by none other than the season's most important celebrity...



After the parade, Mayor Trish looked over the assembled troops and chose a king and queen. Some of the dogs understood the significance of this event and did their best to schmooze with the mayor.



Greg wanted a photo with one of the winners, Maile, who's royal subject is Pam Paulsen.



Maile could not be bothered to pose, having important royal functions to perform. We're not sure exactly what those are, but they precluded her from taking time out for a portrait sitting. Greg pursued her like a paparazzi for awhile, but finally gave up.

Photographers were finding much to interest them. Not only the Hutchinson News photographer, but also Bob and Greg, were trying to capture the memorable moments. Connie Johnson and I were snapping away too.



All of the festivities today were held at our new dog park. Every time I drive by there are lots of people there with their doggies, letting them run free. Even being uneducated about the ways of dogs, this seems like a really cool thing to me. I was happy to contribute my $2 at the door today.

The dog park is something Trish really wanted, as well as some other folks in town, including Donna Hessman.



After the parade, and the King and Queen coronation, there was an egg hunt. Of course, step one is hiding the eggs. We're taking some poetic license with "hiding" in this case. Kelly was one of the expert egg hiders, with the wind assisting in spreading them about.



The eggs had doggie treats inside. But, as you might expect, it was the job of the humans to procure the eggs for their dogs. Some were more patient than others.





All were "Blowin' in the Wind" all day long.







Once the humans had gathered the eggs, they had to work to keep them from blowing away. In this case, the dog was rushing in to make sure all the doggie treats were safe.



This family perfected the wind-blocking technique to search to see if they had any prize eggs.



It was a really fun afternoon, despite the wind.



Afterwards, we went into the new animal shelter to see the kitty condo decorating contest entrants. We stayed long enough for me to fall in love with a four year old kitty, Portobello, being held here by Hazel.



I did not bring him home, because I'm gone too much and a kitty would get lonely. But, if you are in need of a feline companion, he is adorable and a sweetie. He's playful and was content being held - the best of both worlds. I want him to have a wonderful, loving home.
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Someone Should Stop Me

Someone should stop me from buying seeds, and planting seeds, and wanting more seeds. But no one has. And look what has happened.

This is only a small portion of the things I have planted. These are just the ones that are further along. I've had to add more lights and another table and have resorted to using baking dishes to hold plants. Yet, still, I haven't stopped.

Sharon - she would be the friend who happens to be a landscaper - tells me I have room for 20-40 plants in my front flower bed. Hmmmm... well.... if 40 is good then 340 must be better... right?

Something tells me I should listen to the woman who makes her living making people's flower beds look great. But something inside me wants to put in every single little plant.

Maybe this weekend I should start killing more grass in the back yard. I hate mowing it anyway, so this could be ideal - more room for plants and less grass to mow. Sounds like a win-win.

I've grown unnaturally attached to the seedlings. Every morning I pad into the sun porch and say "hello little plants" to the row after row of little baby green things. (They do not answer back, just in case you were wondering.)

I have seeds starting on the dining room table, by the kitchen sink, and on the kitchen cabinets. That's in addition to the multiple trays in the sunroom.

Tonight I was in a store I hadn't been to in awhile. And $3.61 later, I have five new packages of seeds - things I didn't have before.

Someone should stop me. Really.
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A Girl Can Look...

I wanted to show you photos of the beautiful baby plants I've been growing. Unfortunately, various computer entities are not cooperating tonight so that's impossible. I gave it the old college try, plus some, involving different programs, different computers, and other foolishness - but for the first time I haven't been able to find a workaround. So, look for them another day. I just don't have any more brain power to devote to it tonight.

Today was devoted to more work on the United Way logic models and other assorted things for our application that's due on Tuesday. This has been a massive undertaking for me and for the board committee working on it. Hopefully it will all be worth it. We are rethinking how we do everything and that, obviously, is taking some energy.

I have a busy day tomorrow and then I'm looking forward to the weekend. There won't be much rest during the weekend, but there will be fun.

Saturday morning I'm volunteering at the Underground Salt Museum, driving the little tram again. Then that afternoon I'm going to the doggie Easter parade. I don't have a dog. I don't want a dog. But I want to see other people's dogs dressed up in Easter bonnets and parading around. I'm not sure what that says about me - or about people who dress up their dogs - but I'm going anyway. I may never want to see it again. I may never be able to see it again because someone may see the folly of the whole thing. But Saturday afternoon I'm going to make sure I'm on hand to witness it.

Sunday is a flea market and an antique postcard and bottle show at the fairgrounds. I don't need any antique bottles or postcards, but a girl can look. Right? Sure. A girl can look. And who knows what treasures are going to be at the flea market - things that as I sit here tonight I don't even know exist and yet, somehow, I will be unable to live without come Sunday afternoon. It's magic, I tell you.

Well, off to bed for me. Working on logic models hurts my brain in ways I can't even begin to describe with mere words. It needs to rest. And so do I.
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Goals

Some people have goals for the year or the next five years. My goal is to get through the next two weeks and get everything done that simply must be done. I feel overwhelmed by it all.

I want to have time to live life, not just to sustain life. Seems so much of our time is spent just getting this thing done so we can get that thing done and on and on and on. There must be better ways to live. I need to find one. Quickly.
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Scientist Dr. Russell Vreeland in Hutchinson

Scientist Dr. Russell Vreeland is Director of the Ancient Biomaterials Institute at West Chester University in Pennsylvania. He and colleagues discovered 250 million year old bacteria still alive inside a drop of water in a salt crystal a few years ago. It is the oldest living thing on Earth. The Kansas Underground Salt Museum has an exhibit about the discovery.

Dr. Vreeland has been in Hutchinson for a few days. On Sunday night he gave a presentation for Kansas Underground Salt Museum staff and volunteers. Monday at noon he gave a patron's only Dillon Lecture.

This field of studying ancient biomaterials is about 100 years old. Sunday night he told us the first paper about finding an organism in salt was published in 1900 about a sample from Poland. In 1960 there were three papers, one from Europe and the other two by researchers from Wichita State University, who referenced finding the organisms in a mine about an hour north - the Hutchinson mine. So, the first two organisms isolated in North America were from the Hutchinson mine. Since 1990 there have been 66 papers published, so this is a growing field.



The importance of microbes to life cannot be underestimated. On Monday he pointed out that if we all died, the microbes would experience a minor disruption, but "if microbes all died, we'd die in six months."

Microbes are everywhere - they live in rock in Antarctica and in the Gobi desert. Monday he showed a photo of a pure acid cave in California, saying that if you put your unprotected hand in it you'd have no skin or bones left in 30 seconds. But microbes live there.

To give people a sense of the size of these organisms, Dr. Vreeland gave the example that a million of them, end to end, would make a meter, which is roughly 39 inches. He joked Sunday night, "Bacteria invented us as carriers because we get them around better."

They are tiny, but a powerful reminder of how interconnected life is. Dr. Vreeland pointed out Sunday night that, "When you're underground, you're walking around in the guarantee that there will always be life on this planet." He said Monday, "Extinctions happen, but life survives."

Dr. Vreeland said Monday that, "Rocks are Earth's gene bank." It's another reason for the Microbial Ecologists Credo - "There is no life on Earth. It is the Earth that is alive."

During both presentations he discussed various instances of this science being used. In 2002, the leg bone of a T Rex was discovered - not a fossil - but a bone that contained soft tissue, blood cells, etc. They learned T Rex is related to chickens. In 2007 in Mexico a frog was found preserved in amber - the whole frog. In 2005 researchers mapped the entire genome of the Woolly Mammoth. He said Sunday night, "The woolly mammoth may be the first organism ever brought back from extinction." He said its place in the ecosystem has never been replaced, so it would not be a problem ecologically.



Using the techniques of this science, researchers now know what Neanderthals looked like, and it's not very different than how we look today. They also know they did not have black hair, but red and blonde. They spoke like us, and some even had speech impediments.

He also talked about a fossil in an Australian museum. A researcher looked into the mouth of a Devonian era fish and saw there were nerves and muscles holding the jaw in place - even after 400 million years. One of the important things about this is that it tells us we can no longer pinpoint age by degradation.

The bacterium Dr. Vreeland discovered is commonly found in the salt from that era, but he and his colleagues were the first to isolate it and prove it was still alive. He was working with a geologist, Dr. Dennis Powers, and Vreeland said Monday he felt they were guided to that spot where they selected the crystals that had the organism. He said, "This little organism taught me more about the love of God than anything else."

In a May 2008 interview when the Hutchinson exhibit opened, Dr. Vreeland said, "The feeling we had when we saw it was not pride. It was humility. We've given it its opportunity and that's all. I feel humble every time I look at it."

He continued during that interview by saying, "I don't care what your beliefs are, there's no way we can look at ourselves and thump our chests looking at that. That is the oldest living thing on earth. Here's an organism that was alive 100 million years before the dinosaurs, you've got to respect it."

They have proven that the bacteria can sense when they are in danger of the water evaporating, which would kill them. So, in salt water they will flock to an area where a crystal is forming and go to the inside edge so the crystal forms around them and they are safely encased in the water droplet inside the salt crystal. He said Sunday that when people are on tours underground, and get to pick up a piece of salt as a souvenir, that they might well have something that's alive after 270 million years.



He spoke about how the museum can instill an excitement about science in children. We now know, thanks to Robert Ballard, that children who get really excited about science at junior high age or earlier have an 80% chance to going on to a career in science. If it's high school before a kid gets excited about science there's only a 15% chance. He said Sunday, "we could make the next generation of Nobel prize winners."

They know the bacteria is 250 million years old because that's how old the salt surrounding the water droplet they're in is. So, because they know the salt formed around the water with the organism in it, they know the organism is the same age as the salt.

The Hutchinson Salt Member is about 270 million years old. Dr. Vreeland took samples from here last year, and more on this visit, and is just now starting to research them. He and his students have found DNA in the samples and are now incubating more than 100 crystals from Hutchinson, but it takes four months for the cultures to grow so it will be awhile before we know if there are living organisms in the salt. Other preliminary findings are exciting, but Dr. Vreeland asked not to have anything more published until it is proven, and I'm certainly going to honor that request.



He said Monday that one of the things he's excited about from the Hutchinson mine is looking at the red spots in salt crystal. He suspects the red may be a remnant of microbes. Historically there are accounts of red salt, and microbes can make the surface of water appear red. He thinks maybe the red indicates the presence of microbes, but he can't prove it yet.

He wasn't able to get a good sample from New Mexico to study that, but in Hutchinson he did. The salt layer in New Mexico was formed from water of the Pacific ocean, but the salt here was left when water from the Atlantic ocean evaporated. He said the samples from Hutchinson have some of the typical crystals in which they found the bacteria.



People often ask if there is any danger to people from these bacteria and there is not. As Dr. Vreeland said Sunday night, "We don't have enough salt for them. Neither does the ocean." Besides that, pathogens have to co-form along with the thing they harm and there were no humans around 270 million years ago. And, an organism that can harm humans is killed by salt, which is why salt is used for things like beef jerky.

Dr. Vreeland will be returning to Hutchinson for more samples at a later date.
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Love Fades

Funny how love fades.

You're with someone and every moment is filled with meaning and it's as if the two of you discovered love. You're sure no one has ever loved like you do. You feel sorry for everyone else in the world that your beloved is taken, but thrilled they're with you.

Then comes the drifting. Then the longing for it to be like it used to be. And then it's over.

Your heart breaks and you think about them every day, seemingly every moment of every day.

And then one day you realize you haven't thought about them at all. Before you know it it has been a week and they haven't crossed your mind. And you're thankful to be moving on. Until you realize that the same is happening for them.

We want to believe those we have loved will always think of us and, yet, our own experience tells us it's not true.

So, what can we do but go forth, riding on the backs of these mistakes, into another love?
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Very Full Sunday

Today was the Women's Show, moved from yesterday. They seemed to have a decent crowd, but not great. I think some people wanted to get out of the house and for others there was still too much snow. There wasn't much of a problem with people being at church because almost everyone cancelled church for today.

I went with Greg this morning to set up Mia's booth. She does really beautiful jewelry and had planned to be out for the show, but couldn't come because of the blizzard, so Greg filled in for her. Is that a good boyfriend or what?



I helped him set up the booth. It was kind of fun to help get ready for this. I cut a big piece of cloth the other day to cover the table, and then Greg used a blue backdrop he had on top of that. I took a couple of little things from home to use for additional display items. I made Mia some business cards the other night - just real quickies - but they gave out a lot of them I think. They just had her name and website and tagline on them. Mia discovered she had a website problem recently so I worked on that one night this week and got the basics back online. Overall I think the booth looked really nice. Many people complimented her work, but I think sometimes people need to think about this sort of thing.

I worked at Mia's booth for a little while, just long enough for Greg to get everything settled. Then I came home to rest a bit. Fortunately, just as I was getting ready to leave, Sharon came in, so Greg had someone else there to help. Greg loaned me his car because mine was still snowbound in the driveway.

I looked out the backdoor last night and discovered I have massive snow drifts. They're quite amazing and that was after a day of melting. Even today, after more melting, the snow was more than half way up the door of the shed.

After a little while at home I went back to work the MHA booth. After breaking down both booths it took awhile to get everything loaded into the car. Sharon brought me back to the house with her because we had Greg's car so full of stuff there was no where for me to sit.

Then I took off almost immediately for a presentation by Dr. Russell Vreeland at the Kansas Underground Salt Museum.



He was giving a talk for volunteers and staff about the exhibit there. I had RSVP'd to the event before all the snow, and when the women's show was going to be yesterday. I was tired, but wanted to go, and didn't want to be a no-show. Tomorrow he's giving a patron only Dillon Lecture. I'm looking forward to that. I took copious notes tonight and will be doing the same tomorrow, so I'll be writing more about it

When I was leaving to go to this, Sharon was shoveling out my sidewalk.



Is that an amazing friend? She's so kind. Sharon will just jump in and do whatever needs to be done. Obviously, shoveling snow is not on my list of approved post-operative activities. I can still feel it when I'm doing things like pulling the suitcase full of MHA stuff today, much less anything really strenuous. It gets better all the time, though.

Sharon and Greg dug out my car and sidewalks, which means I can be productive tomorrow. I appreciate it so much.
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A Snow Day

I spent part of the day playing in the studio. It's so fun to be back in there after two months of not going upstairs. And it was a day for being indoors.



This was my front yard, all pristine, with no foot prints in it yet today.

I didn't go any further than a couple of steps onto the porch all day. I stuck the yardstick in the snow and I had 16 inches. They're reporting 18 in places in town. Anything over a foot is a whole bunch of snow. In fact, I think this may be the most snow I've seen as an adult - maybe more when I was a kid, but I don't recall.

Last night about 6:30 I checked and we had about 6 1/2 inches so it had snowed about an inch an hour up to that point. It snowed for about 24 hours pretty solid.

Of course, my neighbor Bob was out shoveling. I always tease him that he makes me look bad - his yard looks great in the summer and he always clears his drive and sidewalk in the winter. Even today. He said he was bored and wanted something to do. I think this explains why they call him part of the greatest generation. He's shoveling 16 inches of snow. I'm blogging about him shoveling 16 inches of snow. He and Ruth are such great neighbors. Greg always jokes that I hit the "neighbor lottery," which is true.



At one point we watched a snow plow go by on Severance. They were working on the roads all day and they got progressively better as the day went on. The trick is getting out of your driveway onto the streets.



The streets cleared off as the day progressed - except for the huge pile in the middle of the street. But I still can't get out of my driveway. Sharon and Greg worked on it this afternoon and cleared a good portion of it. I'm hoping the sun takes care of more of it tomorrow. It is spring after all.



Greg took this photo of my car earlier today. Oh, and that bush in the foreground would be my rose bush, that had delicate green leaves all over it. I think past tense is best in this case.



Today was supposed to be the Women's Show, but they moved it to tomorrow from 12-5. I took today as a snow day, and played - just inside the house. I messed around in the studio and, while I was in there, couldn't help but notice the wrapping paper I got for Christmas this year. With everything going on, I didn't get to wrap some presents to see what the paper will look like as soon as I got back from Kentucky like I usually do. So, today I did that.



I like it a lot, but I'm not sure what kind of ribbon to use on it yet. We'll see what I find that speaks to me. I'm thinking some cream on the solid gold, and two tone gold paper would look wonderful, but finding that could be a struggle. I'd love to have some deep, rich, brown for all of it but I haven't ever been able to find that. Maybe a deep burgundy or purple. Something will come along I'm sure.
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Blizzard

We're having an honest to goodness blizzard. This is the sidewalk in front of my house. You just can't tell because no one had walked in the snow that had accumulated for the four hours it had been snowing.



This is the tree Bob and Ruth planted for me a few years ago. It is already green - what with it being spring and all.



These are their lions in front of their house. As you can see, the snow is intense. It started about noon. I took these photos about four. It's now six and still coming down fast.



This is my front door... come on in... I'm about to fix a pot of tea and settle in for the evening. I'm so fortunate to have a warm, dry place to be.
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Nancy Pickard author of The Virgin of Small Plains

Monday evening Nancy Pickard gave a presentation at the library about her book, "The Virgin of Small Plains," which is the Kansas Reads book this year. This is her seventeenth novel and the first one set completely in Kansas.

Hutchinson is the 35th library she has visited in conjunction with her book being chosen for the statewide reading program. She said the smallest was in Richmond, which has a two room library.

She said she loved visiting the small communities in Kansas and saw hope in rural Kansas. She said, "You can see in many places the town is struggling. But it is alive in the library." She said each library had a great spirit and, "I want to believe that because there is such hope for these libraries, there is hope for these towns."



She said in Hugoton, a town of about 500 people, as she was driving into town she saw a pyramid sign in the road and stopped to see what it was about. It was promoting her appearance that evening. She said she watched for awhile as cowboys stopped to see what the sign was for. She was just a tiny bit disappointed that none of them came to her presentation that evening.

Pickard said she wanted to write a book set in Kansas because she thinks it's beautiful and she wanted a book written by someone who thought that. She said she was concerned about the reaction she might get from her editor, but she was positive.
She said she realized that, "There are people who think our state is exotic." She explained saying that "The Virgin of Small Plains" was a finalist in the Mystery Writers of America contest. About 500 books were submitted from all over the world. There were six finalists; two from Italy, one from Eastern Europe, two from the UK, and then her book. She was the only author living in the US. That's when she realized her book set in Kansas was a novelty to some people, and that something unusual often stands out.

Pickard discussed that Kansas is the setting for two of the most famous books of the last century - "The Wizard of Oz" and "In Cold Blood." She said they are both structurally the same, both are about ordinary people's every day lives and something violent drops in and destroys that. She said she realized her book is much the same and joked, "Funny what you don't know about books when you write them."
She said she fell in love with Kansas when her then husband, a rancher, took her to the Flint Hills for the first time. "To this day I remember the instant the landscape changed," she said, remarking on when the hills became noticeable. "I fell in love with it and that has never changed."

She said it never occurred to her that not everyone would feel the same. But, she took a friend from New York on a tour one day. It was a gorgeous day with wildflowers blooming, cows dotting the landscape, and warm enough to have the window down. Eventually, her visitor asked if they could raise the windows in the vehicle because she was afraid something would get them. Pickard says it's different for her. "I could drive on these isolated Kansas roads for years and feel serene."
Pickard says she likes the idea of the apparent serenity of the pastoral landscape contrasted against the emotions surging underneath. She said some people feel comfortable here and some don't. Her next book is set in Gove County with the chalk monuments. She said that is scary to some people because it's more isolated and a more dramatic landscape.

Always looking for ideas, Pickard says she loves to visit small town cafes, which is where you hear the best stories. She also shared listening to a panel of law enforcement officers speaking once and remembering one of them saying, "If you want to commit a murder do it in an underpopulated county because they can't afford more than one major crime a year. A big trial will break the county." She said he went on to say they often railroaded the likely suspect because they need a suspect.
She summed up her experience traveling through Kansas by saying it was "the most amazing journey."

She spoke briefly about the writing process and said, "The greatest joy of writing is when mysterious things happen." She was speaking of a situation where one of her characters took over the writing and when Pickard saw a photo through her character's eyes she knew the motive for the murder that was central to the book.
Pickard ended her speech by saying, "It's a very strange thing I do for a living. But I think I like it. I've been doing it for a long time."

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New Day

I snapped this photo the other morning when I got up a little after 4. I went out to do some errands as the sun was rising. It wasn't a gorgeous sunrise, but I can never seem to resist a sunrise or sunset photo.

Today was a blur of activity. It seems I was running from one thing to another all day. When I went to my office, for the third time in the last month the street was barricaded. There was a fire across the street overnight. A few days ago it was the wind. And about a month ago it was the hostage situation downstairs in my building.

Fortunately, last night no one was seriously hurt. A couple of firefighters sustained injuries, but nothing life threatening. It's very sad for the folks who had just moved into that loft apartment. And, the law office that was in the same building I am had moved into that building in the meantime. I think the fire was pretty contained but otherwise it was smoke and water damage.

Virginia hosted us for Creative Sisterhood tonight and it was good to see everyone. Our January date was my surgery day so I had to cancel it, and I haven't felt up to hosting. A couple of weeks ago Virginia offered to have us out to her place, which was kind of her.

I'll be able to host the April one again. As of today there is no hospital bed in my dining room, so things will start to get a bit more normal. Tonight I'll climb the stairs to my bedroom for the first time in eight weeks. It will seem odd in some ways. Last night felt a little weird, being the last night I was sleeping downstairs. But, at some point I have to get back to normal.

Saturday is the Women's Show and fortunately some of my board members are working our booth for me so I won't have to be there all day. I don't think I could hold up all day. I'll probably go out early and look around and then go back and work the last hour of the day and break down. We can do setup on Friday afternoon, so that's convenient.

They're saying we may get snow starting tomorrow and going through Saturday. The first time I heard it we were getting a trace to 2 inches. The last estimate I heard was maybe up to 8. I'm guessing it will be nothing or somewhere between those. I just know I thought I was done with long underwear for the season. Fortunately, I hadn't put them away yet. I'm really not sure how my delicate little flowers that are blooming are going to react to snow.
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