We certainly had a marked temperature spike today when finding it in the upper 70’s. Since I dressed warmly this morning, there were a few times I was feeling more than a bit uncomfortable. Believe me, I’m not complaining in the least bit, because as far I’m concerned, it can stay this way until Christmas. After listening to the many comments about this past winter from our area residents, I’d say what we recently went thru, will be talked about for years to come. I’ll personally never forget seeing my home thermometer dropping to -50 degrees below zero on the coldest of those nights.
Most of my morning was spent laboring on a personal project which I hope to have finished before the temperatures turn unbearably hot. Working in the shade is one thing, but when out in the sun, a person can quickly grow over-heated, which is why I’ve always preferred working outdoors in the early hours of the morning, or an hour our two before sunset. For sure I’ll be getting my exercise whenever I have time available, because first and foremost, my job of being a Realtor remains paramount.
My public open house wasn’t the best, but at least it was viewed by a few, and hopefully the number of people who were traveling down 12th St. noticed my signs these past several days to where we’ll be getting more calls on it.
During the time I was there alone, I began envisioning the things I’d be doing to it if I were a buyer. Since I’ve been so taken by that wonderful gentle rise of its staircase, I actually measured the height and depth of those steps. To my surprise, they’re exactly 7 1/4″ tall and 11″ deep. I smiled to myself when remembering that on new construction in public areas and senior-friendly housing, the recommended height for steps is 7″, and the depth being 11″. Now I understand why those step measurements are used because I can’t imagine them being difficult for anyone to climb, which is likely the reason its owners lived in that home up until they were fast approaching death.
When getting ready to leave, I noticed a clump of Crocus blooming in the neighbor’s yard. I couldn’t believe the number of honey bees hovering about them. They too must’ve had a mean and lean winter, and now all the more hungry. Every time I see honey bees in North Iowa, I grow all the more hopeful their numbers will continue to increase considering how their populations have dwindled these recent years all over the world. Irregardless of what the “experts” say, I’m convinced it’s all those pesticides and herbicides being used by farmers and ranchers that’s reducing their numbers.
I read an exceptionally interesting article on BBC online regarding a woman who returned to her family farm which was part of a demilitarized zone in Cyprus which was created after the Greek/Turkish War. She was given permission to resume farming her family’s land after it set idle for over 40 years, and because that land had lay fallow for so long, all the good insects returned to where she doesn’t have to use any pesticides, herbicides, or even fertilizers.
The most interesting part of that article was when they spoke about the quality of the olive oil she’s producing from the olive trees on that farm. According to what I read, her olive oil contains the highest amount of anti-oxidants ever found in the entire world. Isn’t it amazing how getting back to the basics of natural farming, the quality of food dramatically increases? It’s no wonder all the more humans are coming down with diseases that were normally reserved for the very old. I’ve attached the link to BBC’s article below, and after reading it, I’m sure you’ll be similarly impressed.
Since I arrived home a little earlier today, I decided to pop some popcorn for a dear elderly client of mine who’s now living in an assisted living facility. I’d given some to her months ago and from what I heard, she enjoyed immensely. She’d been coming to mind often of late, so I figured it to be my subconscious “nudge” to get another batch to her.
She’d given me her “recipe” for popping corn which I followed both times, and for sure it tastes much better than the regular, and if you’re interested, here it is. Instead of using regular oil, use virgin olive oil with a little Irish butter in the popping kettle, and then melt more of the same butter to stir in after it’s popped, and then add whatever amount of sea salt you desire. I’ll freely attest, it’s very good.
After I had it bagged and ready to drive, I gave her a call and told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. Since she didn’t know why I was coming, she was thrilled to find another gift of her favorite. She was getting ready to head out for her evening meal, but insisted she’d have a good helping of popcorn for dessert. As chance would have it, she just recently celebrated her 97th birthday. What an inspiration for us all!
Isn’t it interesting how the smallest acts of kindness can make our elderly the happiest? Please don’t think I’m bragging about today’s good little deed because I’m not, but rather speaking about it as an encouragement for our younger crowd to start paying more attention to their aging relatives and friends. Believe me, they really do appreciate even the smallest of comforting gifts which the rest of us wouldn’t even consider worthy, which is yet one more reminder that the wants and needs of humans continue to evolve as the weights of time lay all the heavier on our shoulders.
Tonight’s one-liner is: It is impossible for us to begin to learn that which we think we already know.