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Answer to Riddle

Re-read the Riddle of the Wind Turbines post, ponder it once again, then scroll down as directed to read the answer-comment and our replies to that comment.

Congrats to Chris for being the first and only commenter to get the answer to this riddle.

Hope you guys had fun with this challenge. Now excuse me while I go watch the second game of the World Series…go Cubs!

Riddle of the Wind Turbines

Note: Now that we’re back from CO and home in SC with 24/7 access to secure internet, I’ve wondered how to re-enter the blogging scene after my precious ‘Summer of Dad’.  Hubby sent this Riddle to his co-workers today, his first day back to work and it seemed the perfect segue…I asked him to pass it on and post it here for your comments/solution…Enjoy! ~LBL

Driving on I-70 in Kansas there is a stretch of highway where there are hundreds of giant wind turbines used to generate electricity.  On Friday, October 21, 2016 Laura and I were driving through the area.

A common sight driving through Kansas along I-70

A common sight driving through Kansas along I-70

The wind was from the west going east.  The wind turbine blades were moving from west to east (at its apex).  All turbines were facing south.

Laura pointed out that some of the turbines were rotating clockwise and some were rotating counter clockwise.  Given the above information, how could this be?  Can you solve the riddle?

And oh, by the way, Yes, we are back.

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Answer starts at Chris’ comment below…read replies to her answer-comment for further explanations by both myself and Laura.  

Dear Rep. King: Suicide is no laughing matter

Something from my husband for your thoughtful consideration –

Tuesday’s edition* of MSNBC’s Morning Joe highlighted comments made by Rep. King of NY concerning his party’s candidate selections.

It matters not to me if one is Republican, Democrat, Independent, or even Green…my issue is with the flagrant tossing out of a suicide threat if his preferred candidate is not nominated as the Republican nominee.

His statement, as told to the Morning Joe panel:

“Well, first of all in case anybody gets confused, I am not endorsing Ted Cruz. I hate Ted Cruz and I think I’ll take cyanide if he ever got the nomination.”

This was my response which I sent to him Wednesday evening via his website’s comment section: Continue reading

“Goats are Good!”

from-Swimming with Swans: vignettes of our three year journey between homes
(Goat Suite Saga #6)

June 2011 (the desert outside Las Cruces, NM)

The fires that burn within artists require them to act, talk and move differently than us non-artistic folks.  Laura is one such artist.  She will start talking to a movie, be moved to write a poignant vignette, inspired to compose a new piece for guitar and cello/violin/other instrument…all based upon some obscure event that no one else would seem to notice.

We had the privilege of living on a small place in the country which had horses, goats, dogs and visiting roadrunners, coyotes, etc. for almost a year.  During that time Mama Goat gave birth to two male goats.  Laura was the first one to find the newborns and was instrumental in saving the life of the second newborn.  She was given the honor of naming them because of her care and work, so she naturally grew attached to them.

Goats are wonderful creatures and are quite fun to be around.  They really like interaction with humans.  Laura built a habit of storing away table scraps of salad or other items and routinely taking them out to the goats for treats.  She enjoyed talking to them, training them and just being in their company.  They enjoyed her as well.

Laura was also a very vocal and strong supporter of goats. Continue reading

HEY! Where are you going?

from-Swimming with Swans: vignettes of our three year journey between homes
(Goat Suite Saga #3)

February 2011 (the desert outside Las Cruces, NM)

One of my semi-regular chores while living on the compound was to feed the goats in the morning; usually just before or right at sunrise.  Goats are no different than any other farm animal.  They let you know by their bleats of protest that they want to be fed and that you are already late in feeding them.

One morning I left the house, walked the 15 yards to the first gate, opened the gate and started my 25-30 yard walk to the pens where the goats were housed.  The first pen held Mama Goat and her two male offspring, Terry and Larry.  The second pen held Papa Goat. Named Tater, and nicknamed “Tate” he was also a son of Mama Goat.  Tate was kept separate because he could be pretty rough.  He was nice but he tended to be overbearingly strong in his pushiness, thus he was penned separately.

In order to feed the goats I had to go through another gate behind their pens to get to the hay and, if we had some, sweet feed from an open shed also behind their pens.

As usual as I passed through the first gate, Mama, Tate and Larry were standing there facing me, starting in on their usual cacophony of bleating chorus to let me know that I was as usual not punctual enough for their liking.  Terry was lying down which did not seem out of the ordinary to me especially since I was still some distance from them.

As I drew closer, I noticed that Terry was not only lying down, he was stretched out.  The closer I got the more I noticed.  He was stretched out, not moving and there were dark splotches on the ground around his head and neck.  Oh no! A coyote must have gotten to him during the night!  Continue reading

I WILL LIVE

from-Swimming with Swans: vignettes of our three year journey between-homes
(Goat Suite Saga #2)

January 2011 (the desert outside Las Cruces, NM)

As it is on any ranch or farm, the livestock does not wait for convenient times to place demands upon the caretaker.  Feedings, caring, banding, releasing and other tasks must be done without delay and at times, as stated above, most inconveniently.

My wife Laura and I had the opportunity to live in such an environment for a while. During that period of our life Mama Goat had given birth to two male goats.  Because Laura was the discoverer of their birth and instrumental in saving the runt of the litter she was given the honor of naming the goats.  She named the first arrival after me, Terry, and the runt, Larry.

At first I was quite honored that she would name one of the goats after me, but after watching his character develop I became all too keenly aware of his flaws.  And, I didn’t like the fact that they seemed to also reflect my own character flaws.  Fear and mischief were the two main flaws of Terry.  I quickly asked if we could rename Terry to be named Scape.  Laura was gracious and renamed the goat Terry Scape.  Not exactly what I was looking for, but I could call him Scape and introduce him to every new visitor as Scape.  I could get away with this as long as nobody else that lived there was present when I introduced him.

I would have been more than honored if Larry had been named Terry.  He showed great character.  He had a huge will to live.  Since he was the runt, Mama Goat soon started shunning Larry.  Very rarely was Larry getting to feed off of Mama.  This was a problem as he was too young to feed off the hay and sweet feed.  It soon became an issue of what we should do with Larry.

Karen feeding Larry while Deb holds him

Karen & Deb: it takes two to feed Larry!

At first we bottle fed Larry by hand, hoping that Mama would relent and start showing compassion to him.  But, no, she would not relent.

Larry soon learned that when brother Terry was being fed that it was an ideal time for him to run in, grab a few gulps of milk before Mama would either walk away or butt him away.  Thus he barely sustained himself during that hard existence of early life.  Yet he hung on and seemed to be more determined to live. Continue reading