“Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.”
“I have a message for my fans. Whatever you want to do in this world, it is achievable. The most important thing that I’ve found, that perhaps you could use, is be passionate and enthusiastic in the direction that you choose in life, and you’ll be a winner.”
I’m just here, on this final long weekend of the summer, watching Crocodile Hunter videos on YouTube. I loved him. Not sure how it started, but I loved him for his Australian accent and for his larger-than-life personality, but mostly because he had so much passion for animals. He seemed to know, instinctively, what his passion in life was, when I did not feel nearly as sure of my own. I guess, the more I listened to him speak, I suppose I hoped I would figure that out, like something from all that energy and enthusiasm he used to put forth might rub off on me.
And so I dedicate this week’s Ten Things of Thankful to Steve because I was hardly even writing at all when he died and I didn’t get to write any sort of tribute back then.
Thankful for popcorn, not candy.
Sounds like a trip to the movies, doesn’t it? In this case, when normally it’s such a difficult choice between those two things when approaching the concession stand, it’s not a matter of any choice this time.
It’s another catchy and memorable line to help me break up notes in Twinkle Twinkle on my violin.
It is a little hard to explain, but it’s one more reason I am loving the surprises each time I have a lesson. I am learning faster than one might imagine. I have my moments of course, long way to go yet, but I am building the foundation for my future as a star violinist, at least in my own circles in which I currently travel.
I’m thankful for a glass of champagne and some delicious fried chicken tacos after my violin lesson.
A lovely evening, late dinner out on a patio. The drink wasn’t to celebrate anything in particular, other than another successful lesson. I thought that worthy enough of a beginning of the week celebration just then.
And then, don’t get me started on those appetizers. Wish they had been my whole meal.
Have you ever eaten coleslaw in a taco? Topped with the kind of fried chicken that could beat KFC any time.
I’m thankful that Brian and I were able to, after a few starts and stops, get most of Episode Two: Ingredients Listed recorded of our podcast, Ketchup On Pancakes.
I had it all planned out, and it takes a certain amount of planning to be ready to record.
Then something is missing. Either one or both of us just isn’t feeling it. There needs to be a certain kind of mood and I knew it might be this tricky. The whole structure of our podcast is how we interact as siblings. That relationship can’t or at least it shouldn’t be pushed or else we end up sounding less like ourselves and more like we think two people on a podcast should sound. That is definitely what we don’t want.
We are going by no real time table at this early stage. We are taking our time and not rushing or pushing it. It comes out naturally, organically, when it’s meant to be.
Thankful for all the lessons I’m learning about editing.
This is nothing new, or shouldn’t be, for anyone who claims themselves a writer. Editing is part of life and ever more is it becoming so as I write more.
Well, this is a manifestation of that same skill development I’m learning. It is hard, when it is something you’ve created, to cut some of that out. It just isn’t practical to keep everything. An hour is what we’re aiming for with this podcast, when many are less than, but we are following our own instincts and not paying attention to what anyone else may be doing.
And so I create and then we execute that creative vision and then we cut out and trim and edit and narrow down.
Hope to have our second episode finished sometime this month. A lot more to learn.
I’m thankful for the arrival of September.
I realize what this signifies to most people. I don’t long for extreme cold and snow either. I just dislike extreme heat and humidity. Just because September means one month closer to winter isn’t enough of a reason to dislike it. Now, if I were going back to school in any traditional way I might understand.
To me the cooler nights and decrease in hot hot days is when I’m most comfortable. I love the way the scent in the air changes. I love the apples.
I’m thankful for the release of a truly modernized take on travel, place, travel based writing, and so much more.
September 1st was the day their first publication came out. I like that their first one is focused on firsts.
I hope to have a piece I’ve written published here one day.
I’m thankful for bees.
I spoke of apples above. Well, I wouldn’t have my apples if it weren’t for bees.
And so, after one patio lunch this week which included sharing my meal and a lovely final day of August afternoon atmosphere with them, I can gladly say: thanks for not being too loud with your buzzing and thanks for not stinging me. Oh, and thanks for all you do with the pollinating of the flowering buds on the apple trees.
With all the fear of Zika virus lately, so much so that lots of bees were killed in the States from some attempt to kill dangerous mosquitos – I am able to carry my long standing phobia of bees and put it in its proper perspective, enough to appreciate the apples I hope to enjoy in the days and weeks to come.
Of course, I am not at any immediate risk from those virus carrying mosquito pests, threatening the lives of so many unborn babies either. There’s got to be a better way to handle it.
I’m thankful for birds and Canadian birds especially.
I thought of this the other night, hearing a flock of geese outside, and proud to live where I live, that they are known as Canadian geese.
Whether it’s the squawking of a bluejay or a sea gull or even the cawing of the crows I don’t like quite so much.
Then there’s the haunting sound of the loon.
I’m thankful for the first of two men to have a profound affect on me.
September 2nd is the anniversary of the death of J.R.R. Tolkien.
I am currently working on writing about Tolkien’s participation in World War I where he easily could have been taken far too soon, depriving the world of so much.
When he did die, many years later, he died an old man.
Not everyone is so lucky.
I’m thankful for all that Steve Irwin (Crocodile Hunter) gave of himself, until his heartbreaking death ten years ago.
“If we save our wild places, we will ultimately save ourselves.”
“We don’t own the planet Earth, we belong to it. And we must share it with our wildlife.”
Larger-than-life. No doubt.
I’ll never forget when I heard of his death. I was moving out of my childhood home and into my very first house.
I didn’t exactly find it to be an unexpected end to a life. All that time around all kinds of creatures and it was bound to happen. It was a fluke thing, when all other days he had come out alive.
Very few people devote their whole lives to animals. I wish there were more Steve Irwins’ in the world because animals are constantly about to be found on the nearly extinct list and people are afraid of things they don’t understand, animals included, and that is why Steve did what he did.
“I have no fear of losing my life – if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it.”
“If we can teach people about wildlife, they will be touched. Share my wildlife with me. Because humans want to save things that they love.”