Recently, my daughter and son-in-law moved to another city. I offered to help them with their move, but, considerately, they hired men to do the necessary lifting of furniture and boxes. However, they accepted my offer and invited me to visit them in their new apartment and help them unpack.

    We recently had an exciting event in our family: One of my sons got married, after an nine-month engagement. We endured the months of waiting and planning and shared the excitement and anticipation of this lovely and respected young couple, as they made plans to spend their lives together. They had to plan their vows, pick someone to perform the ceremony, decide upon the type of wedding and where it would be. Bridesmaids and groomsmen and family and friends all joined in to plan and arrange different aspects of the event.

    As I was waiting for my trolley, sitting on a bench by the tracks, I had time to step back from the busy routine of life and reflect on other things. As I peacefully perused the surroundings, I caught sight of a little chipmunk, who was perched upon the ramp, that goes over the track. He then darted off the ramp and disappeared underneath the ramp, between the tracks. I was musing about why a chipmunk would make a home in such a dangerous and noisy place, where there are so many other quieter and safer places to live. What could possibly draw him to such a place?

    As part of my daily work routine, I keep records. At one time, there was a disagreement among people that I was doing work with. My co-workers wanted to have some items changed and felt that I had not done things, in accordance with instructions that were originally given. At one point, my overseer checked my records and told me that she felt that I had been instructed to do things in a certain way and that I had, for some reason, not followed those instructions. She said that my records verified this. I asked to see the records that she had looked at.

    When February 14 looms on the calendar, some people anticipate roses, chocolates, and loving attention from spouses and romantic relationships. We see numerous advertisements in stores, internet and media, for romantic gifts and activities to lavish on that “special someone”. Others may chose to lavish these gifts on friends, parents, children and other loved ones.

    Yesterday, I flew from Providence, Rhode Island to Chicago Midway Airport and changed planes, to continue on to Indianapolis. It was a sunny, clear day, but cold (-4 F) in Chicago. I usually try to get a window seat on the airplane, because I always am in awe of the view from the airplane. It seems a minor miracle to leave the solid ground and watch the familiar trappings of our lives (houses, cars, streets, lakes, parking lots, trains, towers) become smaller and smaller, until they look like a child's toy set.

    As part of my daily, morning commute, I walk for an hour through a residential area of Brookline, part of Boston, Massachusetts. This December and January has been unusually cold and snowy and it has been a challenge to find pathways, that are free of ice and safe to walk on.

     This morning, as I was walking through Brookline, on the way to work, enjoying the crisp air, I rounded a bend and saw several people focusing their camera phones on something. With apprehension, I continued, wondering what was the focus of their interest and photography! They were watching 6 beautiful wild turkeys that were silently standing atop a hill, in front of an apartment complex, just 2 blocks from the hospital district of Boston!