Another good thing about retirement - take a recovery day!

I've been fighting a cold for a few days. Like most people around here. Not very surprising because school started this week.

My throat started getting a little scratchy, and I took all my usual prophylactic vitamins and herbs (zinc, vitamin C and Echinacea. No help. After working in the barn, and working with my qi through body work and qigong class, the energy that has been pent up inside me for years grabbed the opportunity to escape. A very good thing... In the long run... Somewhat uncomfortable in the short term! I've been "productively" coughing for two weeks! The great thing was that I could go to bed, let the process happen, and cancel my appointments for the next day. I can do that because I'm retired!

Then, several days later, I was feeling much better, and I drank a few shells of kava. Went home to dinner, and my stomach decided to join in and eliminate negative energy! Nearly the entire night I was up and down, stomach hurt like crazy, and anything I put in it bounced right back out. Yuck.

Finally feeling better, as I look back on the experience, I do feel a huge release of "stuff" I don't need to keep carrying around.

Imagine that.

In the dark of the night

In the dark of the night....

well, not really dark, what with the two red dots like a monster's beady eyes staring at us from the electronics, the dull red glow of the grow lamp spilling out from the bathroom into the hallway..... uh, why the grow lamp, you wonder? doesn't everyone have a medical use license and permission to grow?.... And of course the glow from my tablet!...anyway... In the dark of the night, out here in the country, I can feel the illusion of calm and peace. You can almost believe everything is right with the world. I can hear the soft breathing of our dog at the foot of the bed, almost a snore. Slightly further away, I hear the heavy panting of our husky. She's hot, even though she's lost 2 or 3 lbs of hair for summer. Oh! They must've heard something because they just went running outside to gobble up the bad guys. It's quiet, but they're not back yet. Potty break? Must be, here they come, wandering in..... back to my random thoughts. So I am trying to sleep, but it's after midnight and sleep seems a distant goal. Between my dog barking at who-knows-what and my mind contemplating impossible topics like, "All everyone really wants is love and kindness; so why are people spreading around so much hate and intolerance?" I am including myself in the everyone. I don't understand why it has to be so difficult, or take so much hard work and energy to spread joy to an unhappy person, yet one well-placed quip or jibe, easily flowing from the lips, can crush someone's happiness to bits by cruelty. Pondering these types of questions may put me to sleep (because I'm confused) or give me awful nightmares. I hope not the latter. * sigh*

The Dunning-Kruger Effect

Straight from Wikipedia:

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Dunning–Kruger effect

The Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which relatively unskilled persons suffer illusory superiority, mistakenly assessing their ability to be much higher than it really is. Dunning and Kruger attributed this bias to a metacognitive inability of the unskilled to recognize their own ineptitude and evaluate their own ability accurately. Their research also suggests corollaries: highly skilled individuals may underestimate their relative competence and may erroneously assume that tasks which are easy for them are also easy for others.^[1]

The bias was first experimentally observed by David Dunning and Justin Kruger of Cornell University in 1999. They postulated that the effect is the result of internal illusion in the unskilled, and external misperception in the skilled: "The miscalibration of the incompetent stems from an error about the self, whereas the miscalibration of the highly competent stems from an error about others."^[1]

Ok, I thought the person that showed it to me was joking.... You know, the old trick of posting something on Wikipedia then showing it to someone before it gets defrauded and yanked off. But I looked up the original research from Cornell, AND my friend showed me her copy from 2000. Amazing.....

It's only 10:50 pm this time!

A lovely Saturday in the country...

I'm resting, watching a pre-recorded episode of Scorpion. I like the characters; i like the story line. But... the episodes have become predictable. Oh, they're always a different situation, but they follow the same not-too-believable pattern. 1. The team gets asked to do an almost-impossible task, that often borders on the illegal. 2. They think up a scheme that only geniuses could create or understand (and include a generous amount of hooey). 3.....

Guess I fell asleep, or became interested in Scorpion. I'll finish my Scorpion analysis and post, so I can move on to the next post...

3. All the team members fall in love in pairs but it never works out (of course not), for stupid reasons, none of which are that they don't love or like one another.

Sheesh... Dysfunctional communicators. I've got lots of that real-life at home.

What am I doing at 1:45 AM?

Blogging! what a shock! Well, being of post-retirement age (does that even make sense? what comes after retirement? I dread to think...wouldn't it just be retirement age?), I require biological relief several times during the night. *sigh* Some of you may relate.... Tonight, I couldn't sleep.

My neighbors sometimes complain that our roosters crow several times per night. We always wonder... why do they do that?

Finally, I am starting to formulate a theory. One that makes a little more sense that what people usually tell me. (which is, "Roosters can't tell what time it is; they're dumb." They've been doing this for many thousands of years; you'd think they'd get it by now!) I think that when I get up, to do my business, the roosters hear me, see the little bathroom light, and think, "Oh my gosh, it's morning already, the aunties are already getting up!" and start crowing. Only the young, inexperienced ones do this. And they quickly see their error. It's not getting light, and the air doesn't feel right for morning.

I usually check the time when I get up. Midnight or so. And 3 am. Those are my normal times. And the rooster(s) (sometimes one, sometimes more) is(are) crowing. We even jokingly called them our midnight roosters and our 3 o'clock roosters! I was thinking they woke me up, making me roll around and want to go to the bathroom. Now, with this new theory, I wake up (and get up), and then they wake up and crow. This is supported by this evening's incident. I couldn't sleep, and after trying for a few hours, I got up at 1:30 am (NOT a normal rooster crowing time by the original theory), and the roosters were crowing.

Well, it's quiet in the country. That's all I hear. Now the rooster has stopped and it is absolutely quiet. I guess I'll try to sleep again.

Shhhhh... don't wake the roosters!

We're on the butt!

We're on the butt!

Yes, here we are, our second excursion in Gary's cabin cruiser, the Blue Laser. (The title is a reference from "Finding Nemo"; if you haven't seen it, go borrow a copy. It's worth the time.)

That is Gary. And those are our fishing lines. Although we hope for big, yummy fish, we already have enjoyed watching numerous whales, beautiful weather, lovely flat seas, and good company. Just what a day in Hawai'i should be! 

Why am I taking the time to blog during this wonderful adventure? I find after a few hours on the deck in the sun, I need a  refresh below decks. During this brief respite, I decided to blog my joy!