We have been told that an optimist will say the glass is half full. I can, and do believe that to be true.
They’ve also told us that the pessimist will say the glass is half empty. That also computes.
Is it that simple? Can it be a question of “Half empty or half full?” Life is seldom that straight forward and we can see the evidence all around us.
After looking at the results of recent political polling, I have a suspicion. I’m guessing that 30 some percent of Americans would respond, “Undecided.”
But I know that all of these are merely opinions. So take your pick.
If you want to be objective you need to turn to an engineer. The kind of person who has “feet on the ground,” and who is very practical.
An engineer will tell you the obvious. The glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
I’m with the engineer. How about you?
Have you ever wondered what the Internet look like? Would you like to know its secrets? Of course, you would. Most Internet users wouldn’t recognize it if they saw it. To put it in perspective for you, I offer this:
How do you think it’s going to work out when Jen gives her speech. The tech geeks have had so much fun, but will they want to see the results? Let’s find out what happens to Jen at the shareholder meeting.
Perhaps this dose of humor will get you week properly launched. I hope so.
Last week on Wordless Wednesday, I found a striking post by David Williams. (Click on his name to see the photo of the starry evening sky.) It immediately captured my full attention. Fortunately, all you have to do is hover the cursor on the image to bring up the technical details. The next question was, “Can I do that?”
I tried, but I was too late to get the effect I wanted. The photo is probably worth sharing.
The dipper handle points to Arcturus.
What do you think? I barely managed to get Arcturus in the shot. It is the brightest star in the northern celestial hemisphere.
A few minutes later I took a shot of the dipper. During the 30-second exposure, a visitor raced across the scene.
A visitor streaks through the lower left portion of the frame.
Can you see the meteor’s trail? It was another “happy surprise.”
I’m not satisfied with these results, so I’m going to try some other ideas. If they work better, you may hear about it.
Posting in cooperation with:
It over. Gone. We’re going to miss it.
Still hanging on
I’m talking about summer. I think it was here on a Thursday this year. The visit was so brief. We searched for summer and found cold and rain. I hope it doesn’t do that again. How ’bout you?
The roses are still with us, but they are obviously headed for the exit.
I’d like to take a lesson from the bear. Gorge myself with food. Put on rolls of fat. Take a long nap. Wake up in the spring. Yes, that sounds like a good plan. What do you think of that?
Yesterday (Thursday), Sylvia and I set a time to meet our son, Bryant, at one of our favorite restaurants for lunch. We arrived first and were shown to a table. As Sylvia and I talked about our day thus far, we saw Bryant entering. We greeted his and as he sat down I felt hands on my shoulders. (The wait staff is friendly, but not that friendly.) What was it? I turned to look.
There she was, Briana, our granddaughter. In her final semester in nursing school, she has only one class. It meets once every-other week. She spends a couple of days each week on the surgical oncology floor of a local hospital. There she works with the same wonderful young nurse that attended me after my cancer surgery last year. How neat is that? (Did you ever wonder what nurses talk about when there are no patients or doctors around? I’ve heard rumors. )
We had lots to talk about and laughed a lot. We tend to do that. It’s not nervous laughter, but the real open from-the-heart laughter that comes from being together and enjoy it–a lot. As an aside, that’s one of the characteristics of Briana’s grandmother that drew me to her as surely as a magnet draws a steel pin. That humor has now infected the entire family.
I told Briana that I wanted to report what she had posted on her Tumblr blog. She didn’t object. Even her uncle (our other son) was taken with it. She said, “I don’t think anyone understands how funny I think I am.” Don’t tell her, but I think her family has a very good idea in that regard. Oh yes, and we agree with her. A while back I posted this picture that she had posted online.
My sister, Clara, said there was something strange about her bottom lip. Then she realized that it was a tongue. I wonder how many of her friends didn’t see it at first. (Subtle humor is the best. )
Oh yes, that’s Hutchinson humor with a capital H as in happy. And happy is how Sylvia and I both felt for this unexpected visit with our granddaughter. Of course, we enjoyed the conversation with Bryant and the food was excellent.
I love happy surprises. Do you?
Posting in cooperation with:
Lunes azul y ni las gallinas ponen — Dicho Costarriqueño.
Blue Monday and not even the hens lay — Costa Rican saying
I’ve been offline for about 24 hours. There was a broken wire in the cable that runs from our router, out the house, underground to the base of my tower and 70 ft up that tower. My ISP (and good friend), Brian, came out and fixed it after diagnosing the problem. It took two trips up the tower. I’m just glad I didn’t have to climb it. I don’t think I can do that anymore–at least not safely.
Brian on the tall tower
There’s a great view from up there. I’d like to make the climb, and would–if I could.
I rely on the Internet for news updates and communications. It was like being deaf and blind for a day. UGH! Do you have trouble with Internet withdrawal?