Wednesday, August 28, 2019

NATIONAL RED WINE DAY







Red Wine in Ten Sentences



1.  Red wine is one of nature’s gifts for mood enhancement—and not just because of its alcohol content.

2.  Picture this:  a substance that races through your arteries gobbling up fat cells and ensuring their expulsion from your body.

3.  Red wine contains resveratrol, an antioxidant that increases arterial flow by reducing bad cholesterol; it also protects the lining of blood vessels in your heart and prevents blood clots.

4.  Your body burns more calories than normal within ninety minutes of drinking a glass of red wine.

5.  A British study determined that red wine reduces the risk of stomach disorders such as gastritis, ulcers and stomach cancer by 11 percent.

6.  A Spanish study determined that red wine fights germs such as salmonella, E coli and Listeria from contaminated food and water; consequently, it is a frontline defense against food poisoning.

7.  An Australian study determined that red wine might reduce the chance of ovarian cancer in women by 50 percent.

8.  Tests have shown that red wine may preserve your memory and slow the onset of Alzheimer’s.

9.  Red wine may prevent deafness; resveratrol neutralizes errant free radicals that destroy delicate hair in the inner ear.

10.  Cabernet sauvignon, Syrah and pinot noir contain the highest concentration of resveratrol; the dryer the wine, the more resveratrol.






Monday, August 26, 2019

NATIONAL DOG DAY: BEST FRIEND






As told to me by Bella:


I love my best friend unconditionally.

I always have.

I always will.

From the time I first understood that my best friend wanted me, I was smitten.

My best friend fed me, walked me, consoled me, patched me up if I got hurt, and cuddled me at night.

My best friend pampered me, and took me everywhere, every day.

And I was always there for my best friend, licking her wounded feelings whenever she needed me.

I used all the power I could muster to help make my best friend feel healthy and loved, to ease whatever pain my best friend felt from whatever life’s lessons inflicted.

I never, ever wanted anything in return from my best friend except to be loved and to be my best friend’s constant companion forever.

One day my best friend got married.

I quickly learned to respect, and even love, my best friend’s husband.

Instead of two, we were three, and my best friend still pampered me and took me everywhere.  And still cuddled me at night.

One day, I could sense that my best friend had a living being inside her.

I became more protective than ever.  It was our being inside of my best friend.

I watched my best friend stretch larger as the living being inside her grew.

My best friend stretched larger and larger and larger —until one day she disappeared from my life for several days.  I instinctively knew I would soon meet our baby.

I was so excited the day my best friend came home, and so excited to see our new baby.

Our baby needed constant care from my best friend, and I watched with interest as she fed our baby, changed our baby, bathed our baby, dressed our baby and soon paraded our baby for all to see—just like she once did with me.

I did not care that my best friend no longer had time to pamper me and take me everywhere.

Or that she put the spotlight on our baby instead of me, as she once did.

But soon I felt that my presence was an irritation to my best friend that distracted her from her new best friend, our baby.

But I understood her motherly feelings, and I never stopped loving her, because my love is unconditional.

Soon after, my best friend began dropping me off with family members.

It started as a few hours but, after a while, turned into a whole day away.

And finally, I found myself sleeping with other family members, far away from my best friend.

I know my best friend has a baby to care for, and I know that her baby is more important than me.

But I love her, unconditionally.

And I miss her.


Friday, August 23, 2019

JIM SLOTNICK: A SHORT LIFE





I knew Jim. 

For a very brief window of time. 

We were in Mrs. Elder's 6th grade class, Beverly Vista, Beverly Hills.

Unlike many other kids, Jim was a good guy; a great guy. He ran for class president. I supported him.

Many years later, I heard Jim had transcended to whatever awaits beyond.

Just recently, I awakened from a dream thinking of Jim.

So, I Googled his name, and found this book, published three decades after he succumbed (much too young) to a brain tumor.

I’m reading it now.

It is a book everyone should read.

Cancer robbed the world of someone who would have become a great writer, even though he chose medical school as his path in life.

And I feel so sad that someone so talented, with so much to offer, was forced to depart this world so young.

But he left his mark. 

This book. 

Read it. 






Monday, August 19, 2019

Sunday, August 18, 2019

MYSTERIOUS WRITER





There is so much I like about the features in this photo (and the person who's in it, unknown to me):

The felt hat and summer dress.

The martini.

She's writing (or editing) a book.

The turquoise keypad.

And a piece of electrical tape over the laptop camera lens.