Bad Habits + Good Habits + Cramming for Exams
Good Morning from Warren Grove, Prince Edward Island
It looks like we will have a lovely weekend and no more snow sent our way.
I did manage to restock the storm chip cupboard this week, though. My friend curiosity led me to research the ‘potato chip.’ I wanted to know what it all began.
I found an excellent article in Smithsonian Magazine and share it a little below.
The origins of the potato chip lead to George Crum (born George Speck), a 19th-century chef of Native and African American descent. Who made his name at Moon’s Lake House in the resort town of Saratoga Springs, New York. One day in 1853, the railroad and shipping magnate Cornelius Vanderbilt was eating at Moon’s when he ordered his fried potatoes to be returned to the kitchen because they were too thick. Furious with such a fussy eater, Crum sliced some potatoes as thin as he could, fried them to a crisp and sent them out to Vanderbilt as a prank. Rather than take the gesture as an insult, Vanderbilt was overjoyed.
The rest of the Smithsonian article is a great read and found here.
I saw two Robins yesterday and thought it was an omen of some sort until I read this.
I love waking before the rooster crows. To enjoy the quiet, the slow pace of the morning to read, reflect, pray, do stretches, pushups, drink tea and write. I am creating a new sunrise habit of going for a 45-minute walk outside.
Phone photo this morning at 7:22am
I find it easier to create positive habits versus setting goals. It’s fun and a challenge and brings immediate rewards. There are good and bad habits. But increasing the quantity of the good ones helps diminish the influence of the bad ones. So I will keep adding the positive.
On his popular blog, The Knowledge Project, Shane Parrish states, “during times when other parts of our lives require additional attention, it can be easy to push off attaining our goals to another day. For example, the goal of saving money requires self-discipline each time we make a purchase. Meanwhile, the habit of putting $50 in a savings account every week requires less effort as practical action.”
First, forget inspiration.
Habit is more dependable.
Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not.
Habit is persistence in practice.”
~ Octavia Butler
Does anybody want to go skiing this weekend? We could join this guy for some fun.
Do you like collecting and trying recipes from the Internet but find all the advertising a nuisance? Try this website. www.justtherecipe.com I love it; they have a free version and a premium subscription.
On recipes, check out our recipe blog. Adrienne, our baker and Katherine, our photographer, share their talents with you.
Valentines Day is in a couple of days, and I feel so blessed to have a wife and two adult children I love very much. (and they tolerate me, too. lol)
Recently I read a story of unrequited love.
Eric Satie (17 May 1866 – 1 July 1925), who signed his name Erik Satie after 1884, was a French composer and pianist. He was the son of a French father and a British mother. Erik studied at the Paris Conservatoire but obtained no diploma. In the 1880s, he worked as a pianist in café-cabaret in Montmartre, Paris. He began composing works, primarily for solo piano.
Years after Satie's death in 1925, a group of his friends were able to enter his cramped apartment in Arcueil. He had not allowed anyone in for twenty-seven years. Amongst the chaos they found, two grand pianos placed one on top of the other. As well as seven velvet suits, many umbrellas, a chair, a table, and stacks upon stacks of love letters. The letters were never sent to his muse, lover and neighbour Suzanne Valadon.
Inspired by the love letters Kats Chernin wrote a suite of twenty-six exquisite piano miniatures. The album was released in 2017 and each miniature reflects some element of Satie's wholly unique art, love and life.
Or listen to the album in its entirety via the YouTube video below.
I wish you a wonderful weekend and send love your way from Prince Edward Island.
Take care of yourself.
Sincerely,
Bruce & Millie
ps. Your Morning Smile
Every time a little boy went to a playmate’s house, he found the friend’s grandmother deeply engrossed in her Bible. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him.
“Why do you suppose your grandmother reads the Bible so much?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” said his friend, “but I think she’s cramming for finals.”
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