Trying to Find the Juggler Space

I’ve been learning to juggle for over a couple of weeks now and I’m having trouble finding the sweet spot in juggling. It’s called the juggle space and I don’t know if there’s any agreement about exactly where it is.

On the other hand, I frequently toss balls too far in front of me or too close to me. I also throw them too high or too low.

The juggling manual I bought with the Learn to Juggle kit says it’s formed by an imaginary pane of glass. The bottom two corners are your two hands at the at your waist and at your sides. The top is a line just above your head.

If you want to know more about the juggling space, you can contact the International Jugglers’ Association.

The secret seems to be in the throw. If I don’t throw that perfect arc, the balls end up on the floor or on my head.

I notice that when I do keep my balls closer to my chest, I can juggle better. Wait, that didn’t sound right.

Anyway, trying to find the “pain” of glass is the challenge for me now. Practice is the key.

Big Mo Blues Show KCCK

I heard this one and recognized Aretha Franklin’s voice before Big Mo ever announced her on KCCK.

I also heard a little more about MayRee and her hand-battered catfish. It’s tenderized to perfection, but you already knew that. Big Mo said her establishment is located at what sounds like the corner of Highway 73 and Snowflake Road.

I suspect it’s not on any GPS. I might have to ask somebody to draw me a map.

Thoughts on Birds Banging into Windows

The other day we heard this big bang against one of our windows. We both guessed what it was—another bird collision. A couple of years ago, one crashed into a window, got knocked out, lay on its side, and puffed really hard for a half hour or so.

Then it flew away.

This bird was not so lucky. It was hard to identify until we looked at the large flock of similar looking birds in the backyard trees. It was one of a large gathering of juvenile Cedar Waxwings. They didn’t have the red wingtips but they had sporty yellow tail feather tips and they had typical masks around their eyes.

Sometimes birds attack their reflections in windows. Several species do that but this one was not on the list. We think it was just an accident.

They were probably after the winterberry shrubs. There are a lot of articles on the web about birds getting drunk from eating fermented berries. I’m not sure how anyone knows, but some writers say it can cause birds to crash into windows. Have the birds undergone some kind of field sobriety test (“Okay buster, stand on one leg, and touch your beak with your wings.”)?

Cedar Waxwings are very gregarious, raucous, and rowdy birds who eat berries with gusto. The adults look a little like clownish (and maybe drunken) bandits.

We planted an Amaryllis in a pot to celebrate the bird’s life. I guess Amaryllis bulbs can sprout new blooms for several years, almost like being reborn many times.

A little story from Greek mythology says that a maiden named Amaryllis had a monster crush on a shepherd named Alteo, a first-class heel who ignored her but loved flowers. She tried stabbing herself in the heart every day with a golden arrow for thirty days but at first that only led to a lot of trips to the local emergency room. But on the thirtieth day, a gorgeous flower grew from her blood. That’s the only thing that got Alteo’s attention; can you believe that jerk? They got married and honey-mooned at Niagara where they both got smashed on fermented winterberries, jumped out of the Maid of the Mist boat, crashed into a rainbow which turned out to be a wormhole portal to another galaxy where they finally sobered up by eating beef jerky from Sasquatch, who is an interdimensional creature as everyone knows.

The moral of the story is you should close your window shades more often, which might deter some birds from crashing into your windows—unless they’re really drunk.

Blob Juggling

Sena bought me some new juggling items, which include three new balls and 3 Blobs. The Blobs are probably extraterrestrials because they have antennae. They all tend to bounce off my hands, but that’s no excuse for my continuing ugly form, which I swear I’m continuing to work on.

I’m starting to occasionally sneak in an over-the-top throw. I toss it over instead of under the ball. I notice that I hold my left arm above the right one for some reason. It looks weird, but it may be an unconscious way to cheat my way to the silver trophy for 20 throws.

CDC Weekly U.S. Influenza Surveillance Report

See the CDC Weekly U.S. Influenza Surveillance Report as of the last week of October, 2022. While Iowa’s activity is listed as “minimal,” the Iowa Dept. of Public Health points out that individual cases are not reportable in Iowa. The best way to prevent influenza is to get the flu vaccine.

Some Product Labels Work and Some Make Me Scratch My Head

This is just a quick scratch-my-head post about product labels. The Boss Hog Italian Sausage Screamin’ Sicilian pizza is nothing to puzzle over and it tells the unvarnished, unambiguous truth. This is just our opinion, of course and you’ll have to judge yourself.

The Screamin’ Sicilian Boss Hog box says it has “boulder size” Italian sausage pieces in it. Hey, I’m fine with exaggeration. All marketers do that and it show a sense of humor. Sena and I tried it and we both gave it a thumbs up. The pizza tastes great over-all and you can actually taste the fat sausages. The product lives up to the label and doesn’t confuse us.

Now take mayonnaise labels. These are from Hellmann’s and Kraft. They both say their products are “Made with Cage Free Eggs.”

Okay, I’m not sure I get the “Cage Free Eggs” thing. I think labels that make me scratch my head are interesting but sometimes a little annoying. First of all, I get hung up on the idea of how an egg can be “cage free.” I know the advertisers are talking about dirt-scratching, pecking, clucking chickens—but the image of the egg takes over the message.

I had no problems when I first heard the phrase “free range chicken” even if I was not sold on all the health benefits claimed. But then, as I was doing my “research” on the internet about this, I came across the term “free range eggs.”

Sorry, but that makes no more sense to me than “cage free eggs.”

So, help me, these terms just lead to comical images of eggs rolling in a nonchalant oval way around the barnyard. It reminds me of the style of Gary Larson’s Far Side cartoons. One collection of his published cartoons is entitled, “The Chickens Are Restless.” I’m not sure, but I think I actually owned a copy years ago.

The boulder-size sausages claimed by Screamin’ Sicilian doesn’t faze me because I know it’s a joke.

But somehow, I don’t get it when the mayo people say things like “cage free eggs” or “free range eggs.” That’s because I suspect the image the terms evoke were not intended by the advertising department.

You’re welcome to share your opinion about this crucial, clucking issue of our times in the comment section.