A Belated Mother's Day Tribute to My Mom Evelyn (1915-2006)

Evelyn at age 25, 1940

Because you carried me home from kindergarten in a blizzard,

I learned trust.

Evelyn and Pam, 1943

Because you volunteered as Brownie leader and supplied store-boughts for meetings,

I saw dependability.

Because you donated a nickel as my neighborhood newspaper’s first customer,

I felt pride.

Because you designed campaign posters for my student government election,

I witnessed creativity.

Because you quizzed me before tests in school,

I acquired readiness.

Because you welcomed girlfriend sleep-overs in the living room and teenage “cider” parties on the lawn,

I developed self-confidence.

Because you typed my compositions till midnight and went to work in the morning,

I gained self-discipline.

Pam and Evelyn at grandson Todd's wedding, 2000

Because you organized details of my wedding so I could finish my college degree,

I found gratitude.

Because you provided a home for your ailing parents,

I saw devotion.

Because you offered me shelter while Charley went to war in a place we’d never heard of,

I tasted fidelity.

Because you baked your grandsons lop-sided birthday cakes and never refused to babysit,

I knew unconditional love.

Because you and Dad said “I love you” each night before you slept,

I heard eternity.

Pam's Mom and Dad, 1995

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, from all of us who remember.

The Sea Turtles Return!

Amid the mind-boggling pandemic of the Corona Virus (death total in the U.S. at 61,000 on April 30, '20), we welcome a small sign of life as we knew it. With public beaches in Palm Beach County, Florida, still closed and without threat from humans or dogs, nature has provided such a glimpse beneath our windows.

Deserted beach in Delray Beach, Florida, with stakes where turtles have nested

On our three-mile stretch of beach, thousands of female sea turtles return at night to lay their eggs between March 1st and October 31st. In 2017, there were 1077 nests, the highest number ever recorded in our area. It is estimated nearly ninety percent of all sea turtle nesting in the U.S. occurs right here (www.sunny.org/beaches/sea-turtles). This year the turtle stakes have already begun to appear, and experts expect a bumper crop.

We have four species that return to our area: loggerhead, leatherback, green, and hawksbill. Since artificial lighting discourages the females from nesting on the beach, there is an ordinance in Florida (and fine for offenses) that all outside lights must be turned off or inward during nesting season.

The females' tracks are as big as a tractor's tire marks. They dig holes in the sand, lay around one hundred golf-ball size eggs, cover the hole with sand, and spread sand over a large area to disguise the hole. Then they re-enter the water. Although I have seen the track marks in the sand, I have never witnessed the nocturnal nesting.

Incubation will last 45-55 days. The hatchlings use reflections from the moon to find their way down to the water at night. Only one out of a thousand will survive the predators and the tides.

Wheelchair for sick turtles, Juno Beach Turtle Rehab Center, Florida

Sick turtle getting an IV, Juno Beach Turtle Rehab Center, Fl.

A New York Times article by Karen Weintraub (April 17, 2018, pg. D2) reported findings that sea turtles use the earth's magnetic fields to navigate back to within 40-50 miles of where they were born. Each beach has a distinctive magnetic signature, which the turtles find through something called "geomagnetic imprinting." In a study of loggerheads at the U. of North Carolina, Dr. Kenneth Lohmann and J. Roger Brothers determined there was "more genetic similarity among turtles that nest on beaches with similar magnetic signatures than among turtles that nest on beaches physically close to each other."

In our area of beach, a non-profit organization called Sea Turtle Adventures provides daily monitoring of the nests on a three-mile stretch. They stake, relocate nests as needed, and excavate them after hatching. The group also provides documentation and reporting of predation events, offensive artificial lighting during nesting season, and obstructed nesting attempts. It co-ordinates efforts to document and transport dead or injured sea turtles to a rehab facility (such as the Juno Beach Center), and provides annual reports to the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission.

The mounds and orange stakes couldn't be more welcome this year!

May, 2018

Another Worry During the Corona Virus: Caregiving from Afar

"It's okay if the greatest thing we do this year is get through it."  (Quote meme, April, 2020)

Below is a timely guest post from Claire Wentz's website, www.caringfromafar.com, reprinted with permission.

Online Services and Tech to Save Long-Distance Caregivers Time, Money, and Stress

Care from afar is something many of us never thought we would have to 

    do. But, given the current situation, it may not be safe to physically interact with our sick or aging loved ones. Thankfully, there are some ways you can use the latest tech to make your life easier and your loved one’s life more comfortable, all while practicing social distancing protocols.

Save on Online Orders

Long-distance caregivers should check out this Amazon shopping guide from Rakuten for advice on saving with online orders from sites like Amazon. From utilizing Amazon’s Bargain Bin finds to saving with Amazon Outlet to accessing the latest Amazon promo codes, there are endless ways to trim costs when you ship new tech or household essentials to your senior loved one’s home. Plus, you can combine those savvy saving moves with cashback offers from Rakuten for even more savings.

Have Household Essentials and Groceries Delivered

4 Generations in Pam's family, 2005

Another way you can keep your loved one healthy and happy from afar is by using online grocery delivery services from stores like Costco. Costco currently offers delivery to many major metropolitan areas, and you can have everything from paper towels to socks to fresh foods delivered to your senior’s home. Costco even offers same-day delivery for orders of $35 or more, which can come in handy when your loved one needs groceries for meals ASAP.

Research and Compare Online Meal Delivery Services

In addition to grocery delivery services for senior loved ones, you can also check into meal delivery options. Many meal delivery services offer special menus for older adults, but at the very least, they can deliver healthy options so your senior loved one doesn’t have to leave their home. You can use introductory offers to save money on subscriptions but compare services to find one that fits your budget.

Invest in Technology to Enhance Overall Health

Amazon’s Echo device can prevent isolation, but there are other tech tools you can use to protect and provide comfort for your loved one. Fitness trackers can detect falls and encourage your loved one to stay active, while monitoring systems can provide caregivers with peace of mind. You can even use the Amazon shopping tips above to score these tech tools for less.

Being a long-distance caregiver can be stressful for you and your family’s budget. With the tech tools and online services above, you can reduce some of that stress and ensure your loved one feels safe and protected.

By Claire Wentz, Creator of Caringfromafar.com

Covid 19 Snippets, April 7, 2020

Dear Readers,
Here are some ramblings to let you know I'm sharing many of the same thoughts and feelings you are in these times of uncertainty. Please be well!

     Dysphoria: a state of anxiety, restlessness...

     Isolation Whiplash: Watching television to see death tolls rise from 6,000 to 8,000 to 10,000...

     Cabin Fever: A medical condition of hopelessness, anxiety, irritability, listlessness, food cravings, frequent napping, lethargy, depression, resulting from long confinement or isolation indoors...

     Yes, yes, and yes to the all of the above! Still, we get up and make the bed; get dressed; adhere to a somewhat "altered" schedule (sleeping in, breakfast, emails, bills, electronic conversations, take-out lunch, writing/chores to put off writing/alone time, 2 1/2-mile walk, cooking, movie, reading); set daily goals ("maybe I'll sort through the linen closet today"); and attempt to make our brains work. In my head I hear the refrain, "Sure, why not?" as in, "Sure, why not sleep another hour," "Sure, why not skip exercising today," "Sure, why not have another piece of chocolate?" We are in for a long siege.

     But I can't give in. There's too much to lose. Thankfully, I have Charley, my husband of almost-55 years, to share the isolation with me; we have our health; we have food every day; we have a beautiful environment where we can go outside together for a walk. We discuss but cannot grasp the enormity of the loss that is going on around us in this country. We worry about our loved ones.

     A friend from Massachusetts who organizes "Moon Watch" parties emailed that tonight (TUESDAY, APRIL 7, 2020) there will be a CORONA moon rising around 7:00 p.m. in the eastern part of the U.S. How fitting that it will be pink (and very large)! She sent moon updates as well as a few of her routines, which include planting seeds, walking, feeding the birds, knitting, listening to music, watching cooking shows she never had time for, and baking bread to give to "special people."

     She sent an SOS out for dark chocolate with almonds. Woodchucks have appeared in the yard and she fears for her plantings. The cleaning lady is now working from home but sent instructions! Our friend wants everyone to know she is not hoarding toilet paper.

     The Italian class Charley and I were taking was cancelled, as was our trip, and we don't feel like practicing our Italian conversations. "Why don't we start a jigsaw puzzle?" I ask him.
     "I'm working on my crossword puzzle."
     "What would you like to do?"
     "Be left alone," he tells me.

     "Would you be able to glue the cover back on the remote?" he asks.
     "Sure, no problem."
     "I'll leave it where you sit."
     "I'm sitting here, watching television. Why don't you leave it in the kitchen, where the glue is?"
     "Right where you sit. That's what I said."

Keep looking up (at the moon). Yours in Corona times, Pam

   

Another Dog-Sitting Adventure

John was in his mid-eighties and spending a lot of time alone while Ginny was overseeing house repairs, yard-work, and finances. John's children from his first marriage worried their dad was spending too much time on the La-Z-Boy and suggested John and Ginny get a dog.

"Why don't you do a test run with our Oliver?" neighbor Barbara suggested. "We're going away and he would certainly enjoy having company. You've met him at our house, but I'll be happy to bring him over so you can reacquaint yourselves. He's already housebroken."

Barbara's dog was a four-month-old male Airedale Terrier with floppy ears, sad eyes, and insatiable curiosity. Ginny's recollection of Oliver when she'd stopped at their house was a demolition derby masquerading as a brown and black irresistible smarty-pants. Barbara brought him on a leash to Ginny's back yard to say "Hello."

"If you decide to dog-sit for us, you should keep him on the leash," Barbara advised. "Airedales were bred to hunt, so he'll take off after squirrels or birds or anything that moves." While Barbara was explaining this, Oliver had dug a hole in Barbara's impatiens about six inches deep. "And they love to dig...forgot to mention that. No, Oliver!" she said, yanking the dog's leash away from the flower bed  and onto the grass. "Sorry for the hole. Just keep him on the street when you walk. We should only be gone four days."

Ginny bent down to pet Oliver, who jumped up to meet her, covering the shoulders of her tee with dirt.  Barbara got him into a sitting position by tightening the collar and commanding, "Sit, Oliver!" Ginny shook the muddy paw, and was rewarded by a licking tongue on her face.

"He's got a nice personality, doesn't he? OK. Let me know what time you're leaving Sunday. I'm going inside to wash up. Please bring everything he'll need. Bye, Oliver!" Ginny detoured to the garage for a shovel to fill in the hole. "Those kids of John's better keep their mouths shut after this. I just hope it works out," Ginny said to herself.

On Sunday Barbara arrived with stuffed toys, a comfortable bed, a leash, and Oliver's menu, which consisted of designer dog food mixed with warm chicken broth for dinner (Barbara provided both). The breakfast menu was a special order: shredded chicken breast and cubed sweet potato (provided by Ginny, after John hit the supermarket).

Barbara also  provided a "reminder" list for Ginny:

     - Oliver sleeps in our bed at night.
     - You will need to remove any medications from end tables and night stands.
       Oliver is tall when he stands, and very curious.
     - Oliver is house-broken but will need a walk twice a day and before bed.

The first night Oliver had the run of the house, sleeping on the sofa and sharpening his little claws on the soft leather. That led Ginny to write her own "reminder" list for Barbara, when Barbara appeared to pick Oliver up AT 10 P.M. ON THE SEVENTH day:

     - Oliver did not sleep in our bed.
     - Oliver did not ingest John's meds, which stayed on his nightstand
       with our bedroom door closed.
     - Housebroken?? Not!! Even with walks (?) four times/day,
       he peed on the Oriental carpet in the living room.
     - John didn't have the strength to walk Oliver, so I tried,
       but on the leash Oliver refused to go in the direction I wanted.
       I ended up carrying him in and out of the house to the weed                   
       patch to do his "duty" with leash attached to my waist.
       My back will never be the same.
     - Interior doors will have to be refinished.
     - We will have to replace John's hearing aids,
       since Oliver mistook them for his bites of chicken!

Ginny and John did not get a dog and have not spoken to Barbara and her husband in two years.

   

   
     
     


   

Something Keeps Falling On My Head

...No, it's not raindrops!

In south Florida, if the temperature gets below forty degrees for four consecutive days, coldblooded green iguanas that have invaded the state go into dormancy. They begin to fall from the trees and rooftops, where they often perch. However, they are not dead - simply stunned - and may try to defend themselves when warmed.

The mild winter of 2019 and record-breaking heat that summer brought infestations that caused the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission to declare open season on the exotic reptiles. "Iguanas can be killed year-round on 22 public lands in south Florida without a permit," reported the Washington Post ("Iguanas Spread in Florida as Climate Warms: 'They're a Menace,'" Lori Rozsa, July 2, 2019).

Iguanas can cause problems such as erosion degradation of water control structures like canal banks, sea walls, and building foundations. They can destroy carefully cultivated ornamental plants, including endangered plants, leave messy brown piles of droppings on decks and patios, and can carry salmonella.

Native to Central America and parts of South American, the creatures are a food source on some islands in the eastern Caribbean, where they're dubbed, "chicken of the trees."

Green iguanas can grow up to five feet long and weigh up to seventeen pounds. They live ten years or more and the females can lay six dozen eggs at a time. They dig tunnels up to eighty feet and have no natural predators in south Florida. "They swim, they climb, they dig," an owner of Redline Iguana Removal Company, said.

Like Ghost-Busters, iguana removal businesses have sprung up and are thriving in south Florida.  It costs $50 to trap one, or a flat rate for a multi-iguana problem, which seems to be the dominant situation.

Although iguanas are herbivorous (plant-eating), traps are baited with mango and melon, their favorite foods.

When caught, the creatures are killed and cremated. "Their numbers are increasing and they're getting bigger," Jose Gonzalez, trapper for the Iguana Police Co., declared. "They're running out of space here, but the waterways in south Florida are perfect vehicles to move up and down the coast."

So, if a dormant iguana falls on your head during a cold snap in Florida, DO NOT put him in your car to take him home for your pet. He may awaken when the heat turns on and become downright nasty!

A Developer's Dream: Briny Breezes, Florida

"Briny Breezes" is a tiny seaside village close to where we live in Florida. It sits on 43 coveted acres along Route A1A in Palm Beach County, with 600 feet of Atlantic oceanfront and 1,100 feet of Intracoastal Waterway. The village consists of 488 uniformly white mobile homes and carports, some with boat slips, as well as fourteen championship shuffleboard courts, an auditorium, hair salon, post office, recreation center, and swimming pool. The average age of residents is 73.7 years. Film producers have used the setting in such films as, "Folks" (1992), "In Her Shoes" (2005), and "Comedian" (2016).

The place was created "by a strawberry farmer named Ward Miller in the 1930's, who rented individual tracts to trailer-towing travelers for three bucks a week. In 1958 Miller offered his renters an opportunity to own their narrow tracts for $2,000 ($2,500 near the waterfront)." (Quote from Fred Grimm, "Briny Breezes Offered Fantasy About Selling Out to Trump Town," Sun Sentinel, January 5, 2020, pg. 29A).

The village became a town in 1958, as well as a corporation. Property owners became the shareholders. It was difficult for developers to work a deal for the acreage, with so many shareholders expressing opinions and casting votes...

Till 2007, that is. In January of that year the residents voted to sell the town to developers for $510,000,000. Figure it out - each resident would pocket over $1,000,000.

"High season" in Briny Breezes

In April, 2007, Ocean Land Investments of Boca Raton, Florida, optioned for the entire town at that price tag. It proposed the creation of a 349-room luxury hotel and marina, as well as twenty-story condos, all of which would take ten years to construct.

With single-lane (in both directions) drawbridges to the barrier island, this plan would create gridlock. In addition, the infrastructure for A1A's traffic, its sewage, and its water resources would be strained to the breaking point. Police, fire, and ambulance response, not to mention evacuation during storms, would be incomprehensible. Coral reefs offshore would be choked with sewage and beaches would be overdeveloped, while nesting grounds for sea turtles would be destroyed.

Briny's recreation center on Atlantic Ocean

Path to the beach

In May, '07, the newly-formed  Florida Coalition for Preservation held meetings with surrounding neighborhoods, local, state, and national groups, as well as mayors. As a result, the Florida Department of Community Affairs received a record number of community responses and reports from various governmental agencies. The developer's plan was rejected by state and regional authorities and in July of that year, the deal was cancelled by the developer over a dispute regarding a proposed extension by the Briny Board of Directors of the due diligence period. The developer never put up his $5 million guarantee, according to Fred Grimm ("Briny Breezers Offered Fantasy About Selling Out to Trump Town," Sun Sentinel, January 5, 2020, pg. 29A),

Fast forward to December, 2019, when according to the Briny Bugle newsletter, resident and real estate broker James Arena summoned the town population to the auditorium to hear about a possible BILLION-dollar deal to buy out the trailer lots, clearing the way for an oceanfront PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARY FOR DONALD TRUMP. Of course, there'd also be a hotel.

Briny Breezes pool

Hobby center

Arena assured the residents the proposal had been run past rapper Vanilla Ice, a semi-famous Palm Beach County resident and phantom friend of Donald Trump, Jr. The day after the proposed windfall was touted, Vanilla Ice himself tweeted, "I don't know Donald Trump, Jr. Don't understand why they said that? But if they want me to build a library in Palm Beach on the ocean, I'm in."

Shuffleboard at Briny Breezes

Resident and broker Arena proposed the name of the town be changed to "Trump Town" for the presidential library that would house - not books - but the President's collection of 12,000 tweets! According to Timothy O'Brien, author of Trump Nation: The Art of Being the Donald, "He doesn't read at all. I'm not overstating things here." This presidential trait, or lack thereof, was also noted by Michael Wolfe, after his months-long access to the White House, in Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House. "He didn't read. He didn't really even skim."

Wheeler-dealers blow smoke. Politicians blow smoke. But those of us living on the barrier island like our air clean and pure.