Friday, April 29, 2022

THE INVASIVE HAMMERHEAD WORM "INVADES" MAINE, OR HAS IT?

 THE INVASIVE HAMMERHEAD WORM "INVADES" MAINE, OR HAS IT?

Copyright 2022 by Lori-Ann Willey
https://www.facebook.com/WilleysDamCamp/

One of the latest Facebook hypes for Mainer’s is a concern about the “Hammerhead” worm that is supposedly invading Maine, and about how it will kill all the earthworms, trees, lawns, and gardens.  That’s not to mention how “toxic” they are to humans. 

Though I had been sent seemingly dozens of the same photo and write-up for a few weeks now, I’ve kindah-sortah ignored them.  Never read more than a line or two before I shook my head and closed the article.  Something didn’t seem to add up.  I had learned about these snake-like, leech-like worms many years ago and I probably only remember them due to their shape. However, I remembered something else, too.  They are tropical/subtropical creatures, so I was not concerned about them “invading Maine” as all the hype seems to focus.  Some people are even in a panic over it all.

This morning, I decided to read a few articles (not on social media).  Firstly, I wondered if I was actually on a social media platform after all, because I wasn’t very impressed with the writers of the articles.  It seems they all stemmed from a single writing piece -the article that apparently started the whole frenzy.  Of course, they didn’t seem to take the time to actually research or expand knowledge.  It seems all they did was read, re-write, and published instead of researching further, gain validity (facts) so they can further educate people.  They chose to terrorize them instead.  I’m not impressed.  Of course, social media makes all that even worse, because so many want to get the “likes”, “comments”, and “Shares” that may give them a little bit of attention.   However, there are some good, honest people out there that want to help people learn of this horribly invasive worm.  I get it. 

So, this morning, first and foremost I went searching for facts, but first, I needed to know the specific species of “hammerhead” that are doing the invading.  To catch you all up, the hammerhead is a kind of flatworm that has a hammerhead-like shape.  There are about 20,000 species of flatworms worldwide, but only 4 species of hammerheads (that I know of) are in the USA.    So, this helps me narrow down the species.  However, the only species actually named online (article) is in Texas (Bipalium kewense).  But that’s in Texas, not Maine.  I come across articles about hammerheads in Georgia, but no specific name there.  Paul woke and I asked him if he knew the species “invading” Maine and the closest he could come is a Bipalium pennsylvanicum or Bipalium adventitium. Later, I found out about Bipalium vagum. So, which one is in Maine?

While searching the Internet, I came across the Maine Biota Project, read through it, and decided to contact them.  For those not in the know, the Maine Biota Project “… is an interactive online resource curated by the nonprofit Maine Natural History Observatory. The goal of the Maine Biota Project is to catalog all living species in Maine and to maintain comprehensive, up-to-date, online lists of species.”  Needless to say, I was quick to send off a message asking for the exact flatworm species “invading Maine”.  

To my surprise, the man replied a short while later. This is his reply:

Hi Lori-Ann, Great question. I did some research this morning and also couldn't confirm which species has been found in Maine. It is possible it is Bipalium kewense although I could not confirm that with my research this morning. It is possible that there is some taxonomic confusion about the ID of the species found in Maine. Sorry that I could not be more helpful with your research into this. Best Wishes... Glen

So, it seems that Glen, who represents the Maine Biota Project, read the same sources I have and came to the same possible conclusion.  So, if THEY don’t know, then what is the validity of all these news articles about this highly invasive worm?  I’d say there is little to none.  

I’m not saying that one of these hammerhead species was not found in Maine, because honestly, anyone can buy just about anything and everything worldwide now, so it is possible one was shipped here in a plant container or maybe with a hidden worm egg sack. However, if all these social media postings going around are true, then seems like the Maine Biota Project would know as soon as it was discovered?  To me, that is logical.

I’m not saying the hammerheads are not here “per se”, but I’m more inclined to think it is more likely an isolated incident or no incident at all.  I mean, if one killed and got rid of it when seen, then there is no proof, just a story, right?  In a day when so many people want to be a social media sensation, I don’t trust much of anything I see, read, or hear these days.  The “news” (media) likes to sensationalize, add drama, fear, etc.  How about the facts once in a while?  They are out for dramatics vs facts, so instead of trusting them, I went to a dependable source, the Maine Biota Project.  To me, if anyone is to know about these creatures, I think it would be them …and wouldn’t they be the first to know they exist AND the exact species? 

So, until I see this “hammerhead” flatworm (of any specie) listed on their official site for the State of Maine, I’m not going to get all hyped up on the hype of it all.  Facts first, drama later.

 https://mainenaturalhistory.org/Biodiversity_Project/MaineNaturalHistoryProjecthome.htm

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

G'd Mawnin' (27 April 2022)

G'd rainy Mawnin' to you all.  Crawled uppinaddah bed at 3:30 and straight to the coffee pot, tending the cat, checking my plants, and updating the website of my latest book.  My author's website is nothing more than a finger-pointing site that has a brief bio and links so I am hardly ever there.  However, with a slow crawl away from FB these days, eventually, I'll have to change up a few links.  Not in a hurry...yet.  Another busy day for us.  Paul has his all-day VA physical which is done via Zoom again this year.  I may dip away and get the truck serviced and inspected.  Hoping by this weekend, I'll be pressing garlic into the soil, and transplanting onions, chives, and grapes.  Will be building cold frames, too.  The time is here!  My only hold-up is the weather and Paul's appts.  Now, let's see if I can get to our FB camp page ...haven't been able to yet this morning, thus why I'm trying this route!  Mawnin'-Mawnin'!

Monday, February 28, 2022

I’m Not An Over-Achiever, I just Achieve A Lot

Copyright 2022 by Lori-Ann Willey

I'm A Do-er, Not A Talker

A few weeks ago, I started helping my brother-in-law put his words into a book for publication.  Knowing he’s written since before I met him in the early 1980’s, I was not prepared to heft the rugged tote in which he handed to me a few weeks ago.  Expecting a couple hundred pages, thus something light in weight, upon the transfer of hands, I about fell over!  This was only part of his collection.  Excluded is what he still has in storage.  What I held in my hand, blew my mind, yet I shouldn’t’ve been surprised. 

As notebook after notebook was taken from the bag and set onto the table, all I could do was grin. In my heart and soul, I was happy to see such an abundance of material.  Upon looking through the pages, I wondered what in hell I got myself into.  The man is a 2-finger typist.  Me, on the other hand, last I knew -years ago- I typed 80+ words a minute …accurately.  I do believe, once my fingers start dancing, my speed has increased over the years.  Even so, being a fast and anxious typist or not, I looked at a daunting task ahead of me -hours, days, weeks. “Marc, you have more than one book here.  You have two, three, four, or more!”

I was thankful that the man sorted his work for me the best he could.  His work was divided into short stories, poems, and random thoughts.  That alone saved a lot of time.  Phew!  Within a few minutes of hearing the man explain his work, I grinned again, “Awesome!”  This, despite all that work that lay ahead.  I was still very grateful for the opportunity to help Marc fulfill his dream of putting his work into book form.  Written many books myself, I knew the task ahead.  I also knew that teaching Marc along the way could become a bit overwhelming for him.  I had years of experience.  Marc had none.

Since that first meeting, we’ve met once a week(ish).  Each week in between, Marc was given some homework.  My homework would be to start typing out his short stories and poems first.  Those would be his first book.  Throughout the week, I asked a lot of questions via Messenger. Either he or his “wife”, Sandy would answer.  We instantly had a good system started and Thankfully, Sandy is supportive of the whole process, Helpful, too!

As I typed out the man’s hand-written work, I smirked, giggled, and laughed.  As I typed out his poems, I saw a side of Marc I hadn’t known before but should have known was there all along.  Some were quite private that will let each reader touch his/her own soul and become a better person because of it.  A few, he admitted, he’d rather not leave in this book, but rather in a future book just due to the nature of them, word-choices, too.  I say that with a laugh.  “Poor Lizzy” I type with a smirk.  Yes, best left for a separate book…a disclaimer, too. 

After the short stories, poems, and a few random thoughts were typed (first book), I started typing out books two and three.  The man has talent, not only in storytelling and poems but in his random thoughts, too.  They are thought-provoking and many of them stopped my dancing fingers while I pondered their meaning and reflected on them on a personal level.  Marc has a gift, and it comes easy for him!  I’m envious!  Not everyone can accomplish this type of writing, but everyone can benefit from it.  Quite impressed I am!

As my fingers danced across my keyboard, I quickly saw the potential for several more of what I call, “Marc Books”.  Beside me, blank sheets of paper with a pen begging to be put into use, I stopped and jotted down a few book ideas that were right up Marc’s alley.  From time to time, I’d stop and jot a few more ideas onto paper.  Without realizing it …well, not fully, I had a lifetime of book topics/themes ready to suggest to him.

In one of my messages, I stated that I have a lot more book ideas for you!  To that, Sandy replied saying that getting the first book done comes first.  100% I agreed, yet here I was already typing out book 3 for the man.  I knew this way of me all too well.  I am very guilty of starting many projects back-to-back or at the same time.  I also recognized another habit I have …when I see potential, it is a natural instinct in me that encourages people to continue, to go further, to do more, to expand, to excel in their hobby, their wants, and their natural gifts.  I also have a habit of becoming excited for them because I see so much potential that I want to see them succeed, to reach their full potential …and I’m always willing to help!  Honestly, I think I become more excited for them than they are for themselves, or at least outwardly so. As a matter of fact, I probably scare the crap out of them ‘cause I make it sound easy.  In my mind, it is! And, for me, it is!

Being the type that is not afraid to fail, as “failure” is an opportunity to gain experience, a lesson, and a gift all by itself.  I’ve had that mentality all my life.  I can’t learn if I don’t fail, right?  Growing up with that mindset and having it all my adult life, I’ve learned that a lot of people don’t think that way, but I wished they did.  I’ve learned, though, that I don’t tend to think like most people.  Until recently, I didn’t understand that part of me at all.  Normal for me, is not normal for others.  Well, poop!

It wasn’t until this short conversation took place:

LORI-ANN:   He’s gifted in this area for sure.  I have ideas for him and possible future books.  Books I couldn’t ever produce but for Marc, would be a breeze.

SANDRA:  We will see.  Think he better get these done first

I totally agreed and told them the next time we met up that I tend to become over-zealous at times because I get excited and can do so many projects at once that one idea leads to another, and I can have a gazillion thoughts I want to pursue.  So, I told them to please keep me in check, ‘cause before the first book was even edited, I was already on book three.  All the while, telling him that spacing out his books is wise so as not to have three published at the same time or close together.  Ended by telling them that I’m not an over-achiever, but I know how to achieve lots of things in a short amount of time.

It was Sandy’s comment, “We will see.  Think he better get these books done first” is what opened my eyes.  It is one thing for me to travel 100 miles an hour, but why am I always so excited to encourage others to their full potential?  Why was I so excited to push Marc that fast, too…yet telling him it is wise to space his books out every five to six months?  Even in my head, that didn’t make much sense, yet I was ready to run that marathon.  Hell, I was ¾ way through and in my mind, I hadn’t even run my first mile yet!  So, what did this mean?  Why the sprint when I saw no finish line…. forever in this man’s potential?

After Sandy typed those words, I turned to Google.  I had a question to which Google must have the answer.  I typed in something like, “Why do I have so many projects going at once?”  The result?  The top line in Google was that research suggests that a person should have no more than 2-3 projects going at the same time.  I remember reading that and literally laughed at the absurdity of such low numbers.  Actually, I think I literally said, “Bullshit!” as I continued to scroll down the page.  I’m not sure how I tweaked the question, but whatever I typed led me to a discovery that explained a whole lot of me, and scarily so.

“Are you a Multipotentialite?” was the link that popped up.  After taking a couple seconds to break down the word just so I could pronounce it properly the first time around, I remember mumbling, ‘I know what each part of that word means, but together?  What the hell is that?  I don’t know.  Am I?  Let’s find out!’

I clicked on another link that brought me to another, then another, then another, etc.  After two or more hours, I finally started understanding more about myself.  Other names for Multipotentialite:    Polymath, Renaissance Man (person), Scanner, Slasher, Generalist, Multi-hyphenate, Multipod, Erudite, Multi passionate, etc.  Well, the only word I was familiar with was Generalist.  I spent the next day researching each of those words, examples, history behind, meanings, etc.  That was despite quickly realizing I could pick and choose whichever of the above titles suited me most because it seems that everyone has their own name for the same meaning.  I also realized that I am definitely that, whichever I choose to use …or could invent a word of my own!  I just might!

While doing my research some of the same names routinely popped up.  The first was a woman named Barbara Sher.  The second was Emilie Wapnick.  In typical fashion, I gravitated to the older woman, Barbara, especially after learning she has Barbara’s Club for Scanners.  Unfortunately, after reading more about the woman and her research, I learned she passed away a year or two ago.  Not that Emilie was any less educated, my instinct is always to go with the older generation for knowledge.  Emilie has a lot of information scattered throughout the World Wide Web, so her material is easier to access.  Already, I had placed an order for three of Barbara’s books, I saw no sense in ordering Emilie’s …not yet anyway.  However, she does have a video that I watched, and she has an assessment test that I also took.  Yup.  According to Emilie, I am a multipotentialite.

Multipotentialite is a mouthful to say, and it takes longer to spew than Barbara’s “Scanner”; however, neither suits me verbally.  I more align with “Generalist”, but I just might come up with my own word for it seems I’m always inventing new words anyway.  Why not?

On Saturday (two days ago), the books arrived, and I was fast to sit with a highlighter and read them.  The first two I zipped through.  Though they helped in a way, both were too generalized and touched on the topic here and there, but not to the extent I hoped.  Those books are set aside -already read from cover to cover, of course.  The third book is the one that dropped my jaw and made a whole lot of sense. 

I’ve said many times throughout the years that, like my father, I’m a thinker, a ponderer, a curious sort, an examiner, an experimenter, and a study of nature.  However, nature may be a more common topic, it is by far the only topic of curiosity.  We seem to go in many directions, inquisitive in a lot of subjects, never afraid to learn, and always asking lots of questions.  Honestly, I kinda feel sympathy for the person standing in front of me when a topic comes up that I know very little to nothing about.  I’ll ask tons of questions and allow them to answer as fully as they wish before I ask another.  Lots of times, I know when to stop asking questions and it is before their obvious body language tells me to stop, but that is not always the case. Then, I feel bad for being so eager to learn, and so excited about it, too.

Three questions asked to me throughout my life were already dreaded and left me speechless and I never really knew why.  I’d go quiet for what seemed like forever before generally answering their question inside my head so only I could hear, “what kind of question is that?”  However, I knew each question was fair to ask and a fair question deserves a fair answer.  Unfortunately, much of the time, I drew a blank while just a second before, thoughts filled my brain to the brim. 

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Is there anything you can’t do? 

After all you’ve done so far, what’s next?

What do you want to be when you grow up was a question, I never had an answer for.  In high school, my gym teacher told me I’d be a good physical therapist, so I gave that answer for a while until my Guidance Counselor discouraged me when I told her that was a thought of mine.  She told me it would be eight years of college and I’d have to take a lot of math classes.  Math was never my strong suit and to this very day, I’m very poor in math.

Is there anything you can’t do was always an amusing question but asked or stated more as a rhetorical question so, for years, the only answer I’d give for that is a blank stare and a slight shrug of the shoulders.  Now, when I’m asked, I tend to reply, “Anything I haven’t tried yet”.

After all, you’ve done so far, what’s next is a question that also draws a blank.  I don’t see avenues ahead of me.  It all depends on a conversation, a visual of something, a statement made, a word I don’t know, an object I wonder how was made, etc.  I bet I research (on a minute scale) at least a dozen topics a day.  A few delve me into lots of tabs open on my laptop, a few pages of notes, and other topics that lead me from one to the other, its history, origin, etc.  Then, there is an example like the other day.  I looked up a plant and all I had was the scientific name.  Well, tired of scientific names that meant absolutely nothing to me, I decided to take a course in Latin so come summer, I can better understand scientific names for this and that and make that process of learning “everything” a bit easier.  That, despite a lot of scientific names deriving from Greek as well as Latin.  I figured I’d start with Latin first.

See the thing with this (scanner, multipotentialite, etc.) is that we are not afraid to learn, to start something new, to fail, to change abruptly from one subject to another, and seemingly in different directions.  We’re simply curious about a lot of things, and none of them have to be related to the other.  You’ve heard of “Jack of all trades, master of none”, right?  That is only one type of “this” thing that I have. 

We tend to be avid and very curious learners and the topics don’t seem to matter much.  Now, this does not mean we have high IQ’s or are smarter than the next person, though many have moderate to high IQ.  It simply means we probably know a little (or a lot) about a lot of things, and our knowledge may be in areas that are not typical of our hobbies or job skills.  Some things that we tend to be are good teachers, life coaches, etc. as it is in our nature to help others succeed.  We enjoy sharing our knowledge.

We tend to never want to stop exploring, trying things out, learning how something works or how something is made, its history, its origin, how it evolved, etc. without directing our leaning toward any goal in particular.  I am a lover of anthropology, and now I know why. We tend to be “involved” in-the- moment, are often called “interesting”, have higher energy levels than others, and are generally happy people, too.  So, what’s the big deal?  A lot of people are like that so what sets a Scanner apart from others?

We tend not to be confined by society or stay well inside societal boxes.  We love life, are excited about new experiences, are generous people, and we’re not afraid to be different, thus we are more carefree in thought and of our daily actions.  We tend to have multiple interests and are good at a lot of things.  We are rapid learners with a brain like a sponge.

I grew up in a time when career aptitude tests were given starting in grade school.  Well, with the “female” checked off, my career choices were automatically filtered from the get-go.  Though my passion was always science, a girl “couldn’t” become a scientist or a researcher.  Instead, my test always came back as a secretary or clerical, and that always pissed me off!  I grew up with parents that didn’t set gender limits. They didn’t guide me or my sisters toward a certain career choice.  Instead, they told us we could be anything we want to be if we wanted it bad enough.  Tell the world that “back then”!

Scanners tend to have a moderate IQ and are multi-talented in a variety of ways on a variety of topics, just as the depth of knowledge per topic/subject varies.  There are some topics that I’m more than happy to learn as “marginal notes” and never look back.  Such topics for me seem to revolve around numbers, math, and currency, though I loved chemistry, algorithms, and learning computer programming. Those made sense.   I enjoy playing cards but never had an interest in the Monopoly game but love Euchre, Rummy, and Cribbage. 

Sitting or standing idle somewhere as in waiting for appointments or standing in line is nothing more than a torcher for me.  Over the years, I realized “boredom” was the reason why. Learning that I am “this” confirmed it, because apparently, for “us”, boredom is excruciating.  I concur!  Before cell phones, people knew how to strike up a conversation.  Now, I can be in a room filled with people, and not a word is spoken aloud, but all fingers are moving (talking) in a social media AP instead of the human next to them.

Many of you follow me on social media and have your own words to describe me.  Over the years I’ve been called a lot of things -creative, smart, generous, kind, helpful, teacher, curious, inventive, energetic, artistic, a wordsmith, funny, etc. All those words and more define the typical Multipod.  Some of “us” are high achievers, and some are so torn in which direction to learn next that they accomplish very little.  Then, there are those that fall somewhere in between.  Thankfully, I’ve learned to manage and prioritize, though sometimes, my eagerness can get carried away if I’m not careful.  

An example of getting carried away is seeing potential either in myself or others.  Marc is the example I opened this writing piece with.  Next are a few examples I see in myself, I won’t allow myself to have more than 10 paintings going at once, yet I’ll have 5-10 separate art projects going at the same time, have 16 books sitting next to me that I read through periodically with another two stacks sitting 15 feet away that I’ve partially read, have boxes and shelves of books that I’ll probably never read, or will read or will read for a 2nd and 3rd time. Reading stories for pleasure is difficult because my preference is reading for learning. When it comes to writing, I have a box of papers a foot thick with notes for probably eight future books and about 6-8 books partially written, with 3-4 books so close to being published that it’ll only take a couple hours to finish.  All will be finished at some point, as long as I can keep my art projects in check and to a minimum.  Winters are the time for writing and my art and I’m quite thankful we have all those winter months, or I’d be outside and never accomplish anything in the arts/writing area.  If I lived in a warmer climate, I’m most certain I’d’ve never picked up writing or the inside arts.

You’ve all seen me write, ‘I wished I could be 2-3 people at the same time.  Well, come to find out that is common for people like “us”, too.  To have so many ideas and want-to-do’s is frustrating.  I want to be able to spend 10 hours working outside in the yard while working those same 10 hours in my garden, the same 10 hours snorkeling, the same 10 hours writing, the same 10 hours walking through the woods, the same 10 hours painting, the same 10 hours sketching, and the same 10 hours researching a curious topic.  Instead, I have to prioritize, and that is why I have such long To-Do lists each day because if I don’t keep a list, I won’t get anything done at all because I need to give myself direction. 

According to what I’ve learned, there are a few tactics out there to help people like me be more productive, however, I think I have that part of “this” mastered in my own way.  One tactic that is taught is keeping a Leonardo DaVinci-style notebook. There was a method to his “madness” that makes sense.  Though it looks like utter chaos to others, to him, it made perfect sense and to people like him (err, us), it works.  I see no sense in adopting his style, but I might give it a try at some point.  Right now, my notes are in stacks on the backsides of used printer paper, scraps of paper, and a notebook of my own.  Our oldest granddaughter actually bought me a notebook for my To-Do lists.  I really should adopt a “notebook only” style so my loose/stapled papers take up less room.  However, I know I’d find myself needing a dozen or more notebooks -one for each subject I’ve delved into.  Currently, I’m in “waste not want not” mode and I don’t like wasting paper so though notebooks would be easier, I’ve made a choice to reuse, recycle and repurpose 5-7 sheets of used paper each day. 

There is a misconception that people like me have OCD, but that is not the case.  We tend to delve into various subjects quickly and often, but we can stay focused on our tasks and can stop at any time.  The extent of our time spent learning a subject varies from person to person and subject to subject.  I can (and do) research at least a dozen topics a day.  I may read for 5 minutes, or I may stay on a subject for hours, days, weeks, or months, then stop abruptly before moving on to the next major subject and still have smaller subjects on the side.

According to Barbara Sher, there are different types of scanners, but it is common for scanners to overlap into different types.  That is true of me as well.  Though there is one area that I don’t touch hardly at all.  After doing quite a bit of research and evaluation “tests”, I’ve learned that I’m quite efficient at being a sequential scanner. 

A sequential scanner doesn’t typically return to a previous area of interest, yet I do.  Most of you have read in my posts that I “cycle through” my hobbies.  I write for a spree, I paint for a spree, I portrait sketch for a spree, I make balls for a spree, I garden for a spree, I’m a nature photographer for a spree, etc.  All those, I’ve learned to “cut short” because they are what I call seasonal activities -I must prioritize so I can take advantage of our short summers all the while my brain wants to learn bout several different subjects, too!  Plain and simple, there aren’t enough Lori-Ann’s!  

Sequential scanners tend to learn a subject until it no longer interests them and then cycle to the next.  I do this with my hobbies.  Sequentials can stick to a subject for years before moving on to something else.  In the workforce, they are “career changers”.  There is no proving to others, it is proving to oneself that is important.  Often, “we” are quite modest in our accomplishments.  I’ve been accused of that all my life!  Now, I guess people were right.

According to Barbara Sher, the type of Sequential I am strongest in is the Serial Master. Like all people like us, we are eager learners, tend to be well-rounded people, tend to be teachers, and encouragers, become excited at learning a new topic, aren’t out to show or prove anything, but instead enjoy sharing our knowledge, encouraging others, helping others, helping others see their potential, problem-solving, etc.  We are the ones asking lots of questions and listening intently for the answers.  Because we are eager helpers, we tend to be taken advantage of easily and in various ways. 

It is difficult for me to not see potential in everyone and if you’ve known me for very long, you’ve been a “victim” of my encouragement and know the areas of potential I see in you, too.  I want to see others succeed and reach their goals in life.  I want to teach what I know and hope there are people out there that want to learn …and for free because I believe knowledge should be shared and built onward and upward.  Understanding this whole "Scanner" thing is me trying to help others who may have it, too!

I believe in taking on a learning challenge and look forward to the struggle of challenging my limits.  To go from total ignorance of a topic to knowledge via my own effort is quite rewarding and the feeling of it being my own accomplishment is even better.  I’ve always been strong in the language area.  I may not be good at it, but my curiosity is there strong enough to dabble, and learn the history of the written language, its shape origin, style on paper, etc.  I’m efficient at writing backward, upside down, and mirror-writing, and though I’m dominantly right-handed, I can write with my left.  Just as I’m efficient and reading all that with ease as well. I didn’t discover that until I worked with students.  I was fascinated at how each student held their pencil, their styles, etc.

Serial Masters are “collectors” of information as well as a collector of physical skills.  We love learning how to do something, how something is made, and why something happened.  This may be why I write, paint, sketch, make balls, enjoy photography, gardening, composting, studying nature, am interested in languages, word origins, dabbling in music, learning new art forms, etc.  I can do some of those well enough to make a career if I wanted to, but I don’t.  The joy is in learning and practicing doing such things until my brain says it is time to stop.  I could become a better artist, but I have no want to do that.  I reach a certain stage in a piece, and I can call it “good enough” though I could have done better, my style and my stopping point are my choice …my satisfaction point.  Then, onto another piece, or not.

My mentality is what helps me accomplish my goals.  I go into a new area without fear or apprehension.  Instead, I have a great self-assurance that I can do this, and quite honestly, I have no doubt that I can, thus there is no fear of failure because there is no failure.  How can a learning experience be a failure if I’ve learned something from it?  Now, I say this at the same time I say, that I have no interest in drawing or painting trees, animals, or hair.  To me, you may as well throw me a bunch of mathematical equations -there is zero interest and I always intentionally half-ass those attempts.

I also scored high in the Jack of all Trades area because I’m good (at least par) at about everything I try, previous bosses and coworkers always tried hard to keep me at my jobs, I don’t fear hard work, and take pride in a job well done no matter the difficulty, I’m capable and reliable, I’m social and friendly (until you intentionally and repeatedly piss me off), I like helping others, I’m conscientious, easy-going, and I’m often asked to further my doings professionally. 

My personal being touches on all types of “scanners” in one way or another, but basically, what it all boils down to is that I have a curious mind and enjoy learning a variety of subjects.  Recently, I took an in-depth evaluation which revealed what I already know about myself.  I scored high in the “coach” area, I’m a growth seeker, and an orchestrator, which basically means I’d make a good teacher.  I already knew all that and so do all who know me.  As a matter of fact, my abilities seem to intimate a few.  That's their issue.  Not mine.  I work well with others.  Some just don't have that same knack is all.

According to what I’ve read, there are about 10-12% of us in the world, but I have to question that.  “This” has been around for a long time …forever, but when the world “job market” became more organized, it became popular to specialize in certain areas, which means people learn a subject inside and out and that is their job title, their career choice.  So, people like us are not specialized, yet our knowledge base may be vast and adaptable, just not specialized in one subject is all.  We can be great assets and can efficiently do about any job because we learn fast and easily especially if curious and anxious.  We are the “ideas” people that can spot potential and send people in the right direction and/or become a valuable asset otherwise.

Unfortunately, for some, being this has a drawback.  Some struggle with prioritizing, scheduling, etc. to the point they are unable to accomplish anything except learning.  Some bounce around from job to job and feel helpless, hopeless, and filled with despair, yet they have so much potential!  How can one choose just one, or two?  It’s not because they aren’t capable, it is because they struggle with all their options.  Society wants us to choose a career path and stick with it.  That’s not something a “Scanner” can do so easily.  Having too many interests and too many talents is a real drawback for those who cannot give themselves direction.  Thankfully, there are tools to help with that now.  Thankful, too, that many of us have enough talent to easily juggle multiple things at once!

Recently, as in the past 20-ish years, the “Renaissance Man” has been” re-discovered”.  There are new titles for people like us now.  With this “re-discovery” comes new names.  Throughout this piece, I’ve referred to “Scanners” for no other reason than it is easier to type, though I think the title doesn’t fit.  To me, none of the names fit except for “generalist”, because isn’t that what we are -a person that is competent and knowledgeable in several fields or activities?

So, I have to give a big THANK YOU to Sandy for her comment, “We will see.  Think he better get these done first.”  Because if she hadn’t said that I never would’ve wondered why I get so anxious and excited as I do with certain things.  Knowing this, I learned that I already have my ways under control, per se.  However, there are a few tactics I can work on thanks to Barbara Sher and her many years of study on what she called “Scanners”.  Unfortunately, Barbara passed away, but there is that younger woman named Emilie whom I’m learning from now.  We’ve already been in contact.  Maybe there are a few more tricks up her sleeve.  I already know that Barbara’s work will help our son, daughter, and at least one granddaughter.  So, Sandy, I have to thank you yet again! 

If you suspect you are a “Scanner”, as a start, you might want to read “Refuse to Choose” by Barbara Sher.  It is the book that really breaks it all down and helped me understand the most …and point-blankly.  Though this piece is about 10 pages in length, I could write another 10 pages, but I won’t.  I kindah-sortah know my limits.  Sometimes.  Maybe.

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Wednesday, June 23, 2021

THE BURYING BEETLE

The Burying Beetle

Copyright 2021 by Lori-Ann Willey


The Burying Beetle (a carrion beetle) is over an inch long with orange and black coloration.  I grew up seeing these beetles throughout my lifetime.  It is quite similar to the controversial American Burying Beetle.  Due to my own color deficiency, I mislabeled this beetle as the threatened species, and was corrected by a man named Chase Gagne, and rightfully so.  

The Burying Beetle is about an inch or so long with black and orange sections that appear jagged in coloration.  Their protruding antennae are black with a little reddish-orange “ball” at each tip that is also called knobs or clubs.

Their habits are one that may seem straight from a horror movie to some, and on the contrary, very fascinating to others.  The adults bury dead carcasses so the female can lay her eggs in/on the somewhat balled-up dead remains of some small animal.  

Then, the beetle covers it all up to help hide it from other predators.  Kinda ingenious if you think about it.  I mean, dogs bury their bones for the same reason, right?  Only, in this case, when the eggs hatch, the larvae feast upon what remains of the decaying carcass.  Nature’s own recycle method.

If you take a closer look at these pictures, you’ll see other insects upon the beetle.  Those are not baby beetles, those are mites, which have a symbiotic relationship with the beetles.  A symbiotic relationship is kinda like the phrase, “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours”.  Meaning though different, they work together to help each other, which in turn helps themselves.  Lemme explain.

Mites climb onto the beetle (all carrion beetles, I believe) and hitch a ride to the next/new food source -another rotting carcass.  There, the mites eat the eggs of the fly maggots that fight to compete for the food source of the beetle larvae after they hatch. This is their symbiotic relationship -Mites receive help from the ride to feast on the newly hatched maggots, so the beetle larvae have a better chance at survival.  Isn’t that cool? 

So, next time you smell or see a carcass, take a stick and poke around a bit.  Look for this Burying beetle. 


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Tuesday, June 22, 2021

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT MOOSE














A LITTLE BIT ABOUT MOOSE
Copyright 2021 by Lori-Ann Willey

Did know that moose can hold their breath underwater for a minute due to flaps in their nostrils?  That those same flaps allow them to dive to a depth of about 20 feet? Or, that moose can swim for 10-15 miles or more?

A moose is a large beastly critter that captures the hearts of many. Some people think they are adorably cute, while others consider them hideously ugly, and most will put up a playful banter on each side. However, their vast size is one topic that most will agree upon.

According to Maine statistics, the largest moose harvested in the state (on record) weighed 1,767 pounds (live weight).  Moose can be nine feet long with hooves five inches across.  The leg length of each varies, as does their girth, horns, etc.  We’ve seen a moose with such short legs, you’d swear it was a farmer’s cow.  The body was boxy like one, too, but rest assured, it was a moose. I've had a huge bull moose walk past me as I sat hunting one fall.  I swear, it was the size of a train!  Of course, I sat upon the ground, so that just magnified its size even more.   Younger moose tend to “be all legs” and have that lanky look about them.  As they mature, their bodies become more proportionate, they fill out and have a more rugged appearance. Even so, those long legs are notable at any age.   Their size, too, and you can't miss that muzzle of theirs either.

The difference between male (bull) and female (cow) is more than just the obvious antlers (male), or lack their of (female). Their size, shape, and coloration give clues during the months after the bulls drop their antlers.  Bulls tend to have darker faces, while the cow face is lighter and brownish.  The rest of their body is black or a deep brown.  During the spring months,  before/as they shed their hair, they are often brown and shabby looking.  Their babies are creamy beige to help them blend in with their surroundings and as they age, their hair darkens.  Both male and female moose have bells on their neck, though the male skin flap is more pronounced. 

Moose shed their antlers each fall after the mating season called, “the rut”.  Once on the ground a few wild critters, including rodents, will gnaw away at them.  This is not only a source of calcium and other nutrients, but a good tooth conditioner, too, as chewing the hard bone wears down tooth growth for rodents, especially. The baby moose (called calves) stay with the mother until the mother is ready to deliver another baby.  It is then that she’ll drive away the existing yearling and focus on the baby-to-be.   

Moose eat vegetation such as pondweeds, grasses, and leaves.  They also nibble tender limb tips. From my observation, moose seem partial to young maple and willow saplings.  Watching a moose eat a dozen or so leaves in a single swipe is an impressive watch for anyone at any age.  Moose clench a limb with their mouth/teeth (they have 32 teeth) and move their head in such a way to strip the leaves in one swift motion leaving the green twig barren.  Those stripped tips usually die and dry up by fall. Why the tops of maple saplings are often seen plucked of their leaves.  Because of this motion of stripping the trees Native American’s gave these big beasts the name Moosu, which means stripper of leaves.  During the winter, moose nibble on tree twigs, bushes, and shrubs of the hardwood type with willow taking a special interest. 

Because moose are large beasts, they need to keep an adequate diet to remain strong, disease-free, and healthy.  They can easily eat 50 or more pounds of food each day.  That’s a lot!  Cow moose, especially, need to go into the fall and winter months as hardy as possible.  Once pregnant, she’ll be feeding “for two”.  If she is carrying twins, nutrition is extremely important, so please try not to disturb her, or any other moose, while feeding.  Let them eat without stress.

Though moose are big and bulky, you must not dismiss their power or speed.  They CAN outrun you by about 30 mph.  If you find yourself in a situation around an agitated moose, especially during the fall months known as, “the rut” (their mating season), leave the area.  Otherwise, put a decent size tree between you and the beast, and do not dismiss their long legs that easily thrash about in all directions, and their antlers that can do some serious harm, too.  Do not chase them, follow them with a snowmobile or a vehicle.  Don't harass them by boat either.  Stop.  Let them pass, walk by, or cross the road before you continue movement.  Give them distance.  They already must be on the lookout for predators of the four-legged kind as it is.  No need to add a noisy moving vehicle, too.   If you see photos of a moose running down a road, more than likely, in pursuit is a vehicle wanting to capture a few moose photos. For the sake of the moose, do them a favor and discourage such acts, or they are liable to repeat the process.

Moose give subtle warning signs at first, then more obvious signs that they are displeased with a situation.  However, during "the rut" all bets are off.

1.  Ears back. 2. Hair on neck/back stand.  3. Head down.  4.  Stops eating.  5.  Clacking of the teeth/lips, and small grunts.  6.  They'll turn to face you.  7.  The whites of their eyes will be prominent.

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Wednesday, June 2, 2021

MAINE WILD ROSES

Blossom (click to enlarge)
Maine Wild Roses
Copyright 2021 by Lori-Ann Willey


Maine wild roses (Rugosa) are not only beautiful, fragrant, and wild, they are also tasty!  Though we consider them a native to the Maine landscape, they came from Asia (China, 
Japan, and Korea) where they not only enjoyed their beauty as we do, but they also used the roses for their medicinal value.

Petals (click to enlarge)

Though there are over 100 different wild rose varieties in North America, this little piece will be focusing on the Rugosa Rose that is pink and widespread in Maine.  However, these roses are better known by coastal Maine residents and tourists than those who live in the countryside where the roses are scattered and often go unseen. With that said, wild roses are commonly seen around old homesteads that may or may not still be an obvious dwelling.

Butter (click to enlarge)

Roses spread via a shallow root system that creeps along the landscape.  Their growing conditions aren’t very picky as they will grow in the sun or full shade.  The plants don’t even mind the water spray along the coast.  In fact, they almost seem to prefer poor, well-drained soils.  I say that while I’ll say that the roots float and if they break off or become dislodged from land, they will simply float until their roots can settle in and attach themselves to land.  As you can imagine that sets themselves up as a reliable transport system of their own.

Hips (click to enlarge)
Though roses spread via their roots “by land or by sea”, they also spread via humans who brought the roses to North America for ornamental purposes as well as for culinary, herbal, and medicinal uses.  Other than floating and human transport, birds and smaller animals eat and disperse the seeds to new locations as well. 

Like with most herbs, harvesting the buds and flowers during the morning hours is best.  I harvest to mince and add to homemade butter, wrap, and let sit for a day or so before use so not only will their flavor infuse with the butter, so will their scent.  The flowers can be infused with water or oils, be made into a honey, tea, etc. Their nutrients are mostly calcium, iron, and vitamin C.

Hips (click to enlarge)
Along the coast, after the roses have spent their blossoms, the rose hips can be the size of a quarter (and larger).  In more rural areas the hips are much smaller.  The size I collect is about the size of a pea, which makes harvesting any amount a tedious task, especially since the easiest way to access them is via swimming along the shoreline that is impassible by foot otherwise.  Anyone interested in harvesting the hips will find them more palatable after at least one hard fall frost when the hips are a rusty reddish-purple color. Then, is the best time to harvest and use as a vitamin booster or teas, jellies, jams, spreads, etc.   

Harvesting (click to enlarge)

Medicinally, Asian’s used roses to help reduce the bad cholesterol and increase the good one.  They also used it to reduce pain and inflammation, to heal broken skin anything from scratches, rashes, to stings, and bites, using specifically to increase both heat and cold as an extreme cooling remedy for rashes that are considered “hot” such as a heat rash and hives.  That includes the previously mentioned bites and stings.  I know of people who infuse rose petals with water and then use the “wash” to rinse the face daily.  Rosewater is also in some facial mask recipes.

In Maine, June is the month to collect the blossoms, and the end of September or early October is the time to collect the hips.   Personally, I’d recommend a trip to the coast where those rose hips are quick and easy to harvest.

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Sunday, May 23, 2021

FIRST EVENING ON THE BOAT 2021

FIRST EVENING ON THE BOAT 2021

Copyright 2021 by Lori-Ann Willey

Though still aching from a hard fall over the trailer tongue, I insisted we stick with our plans to spend the evening upon the boat.  It is a warm day with light winds that helped to create waves quite daunting for my injured torso.  We agreed that we’d anchor where there were no biting insects of the blackfly or mosquito kind, and where the waves were less bouncy.  I had used Paul’s stairlift to the dock to help me “carry” stuff down to the boat. Boy!  Was I ever thankful for that neat rig!

Once upon the boat, my “job” is simple.  I unhook from the dock and give us a push.  Today, that push was nothing but a nudge from the dock versus my typical, “lemme see how far my leg will stretch without falling into the water”.  Yup, Something I’ve always done.  Not sure why, especially, with the winds blowing away from the dock, there was no need to do anything but step onto the boat.

My other “job” is to drop and pull up the anchor, ready the fishing poles, and snap photos from my comfy custom-made chair of the Paul Willey design.  Due to a problematic back and the jarring of the waves at times, my sit upon the boat must be catering or I end up laying on the bench instead.

Paul rode the waves, so it was a gentle ride for us both.  We ended up dropping anchor in an inlet just far enough from the shore to avoid the bugs.  I put a red and white dardevle on my pole and gave my first cast of the season.  My hope was a decent white perch, but I’d take a pickerel for a recipe of the hydrolysate kind – garden fertilizer.  In that spot, if there was no strike or fish within the first 10 minutes, it was too early for them to be there.  I had not a nibble.

After setting my pole aside, I marveled at our surroundings – quiet as a mouse.  Millions of trees, but not a squeak heard.  Ah!  My kind of Heaven on Earth.  After tending to the meal on the grill, Paul picked up my pole and cast a few times, but he came up empty-handed, too.  He agreed with me, “Still a bit early”. 

The jagged shoreline showed promise of the brilliant pink coloring of the Rhodora shrubbery kind.  Here and there a spot of pink, but mostly, that dull muddy pink color of buds waiting to open for full exposure, where the large gray granite boulders interrupted the Rhodora-lined shoreline.  “Glacial deposits,” I said to myself.  We were but a few days too early to see the pink flowers in full bloom.  The many logs along the shoreline are always fun to look at as they take on a personality of their own, and of course, I always “humanize” them when I can.  Fun stuff.

Here, the softwood and hardwood trees mixed and mingled.  They are one forest living together in perfect harmony.  We humans can learn a lot from nature, but no.  Most are too busy to look past their own nose or think beyond their own thoughts.  It is a shame, really, how much of the real world is passed by without being recognized, seen, or missed.  The new, young leaves of the maple, birch, alders, beech, and poplar species are still a bright, light-colored green that is in vast contrast to the deep, dark, forest green of the many pines, fir, cedar, spruce, and hemlock.  Then, there is my favorite softwood, the tamarack tree that is lighter in color and distinguished from the cedar in shape, but at a distance, their coloration is nearly the same.

One always hopes to see a deer, bear, or moose, however, none were seen today.  We did see a few eagles soaring with one that was chased by a smaller bird who apparently felt threatened and feared for the safety of nesting eggs or young chicks on one of the islands.  We were greeted by a few seagulls, but none were our “Rainbow” or “Deux”.  We saw a few loons briefly surface both near and far, but they remained silent.

After a while, the waves picked up at our location, so I pulled anchor, being very thankful we have a capstan that did all the work for me so as not to feel my injury pulling it up hand over hand until it rested upon the floor of the boat.  Phew!  By the time we ducked behind an island, our suppah was ready to eat – ribs, potatoes, and Pak Choy did the bodies right!

Not long after eating while soaking in the view around us, we slowly made our way toward camp.  What a beautiful evening had.

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