Wandering Through Moe's Wondering

I have always tended to wonder more than most people. I wonder why that is. Although fibromyalgia has limited my physical wonderings it has also given me a new perspective on the world. This has added to my mental wondering, when I’m not in a fibro fog This blog is a place for me to post my wondering thoughts. Maybe I will find others who also wonder about the same things. Maybe if keeping a log of my wonderings will help me figure things out. Join in my wandering through wonderings.

Friday, June 24, 2005

The Papilio Polyxenes* Invasion *(Black Swallowtail)

My herb garden is both my pride and my pleasure.

One of the things I love doing is trying to get my annuals to last more than one year. Every year I take some plants inside to provide me with fresh herbs all winter. This is the forth year the descendents of a basil plant has grown in my garden and the third year the same parsley plant has grown. Because these are my favorites, each spring I always plant plenty more of these two herbs.

Imagine my dismay when, after growing so well for so long, the parsley plant, who had been my friend for three years, suddenly began to look terrible. Was it a disease? No, all of the other parsley plants looked fine. Still, every day more and more of the plant seemed to be gone. I looked all over it but could not find anything causing it. Finally, when there was nothing left but tiny little nubs, I saw the culprit. A caterpillar was devouring my plant. My first reaction was for revenge against the beast that was trying to kill my friend. But then I remembered a poem by Christina Rossetti, Hurt No Living Thing (see quote below).

I sighed and wondered what this thing was whose life I had almost taken.

I put it into a jar and went inside to Google it.

What I learned was this creature was not a beast at all. It would become one of those rare treasures we rarely see anymore, a butterfly. Not just any butterfly but a Black Swallowtail butterfly. This was one whose parents had braved insecticides and other predators to find their way to my garden, where they finally found one of the few plants which would feed their offspring, my tired old parsley plant. Passing life on to another. How wonderfully fitting for the old herb to celebrate the passing of its life.

Google also helped me find some wonderful sites to teach me how to care for my newfound friend. Every day I watch it devour the parsley leaves I provided for it from my other, newer plants. My hope is it will form a chrysalis (I learned a new word) and I will be able to watch it emerge and fly away. Maybe next year its offspring will find the next generation of parsley plants in my garden.

Here is an actual picture of the caterpillar. I know it is not very clear. It was taken through glass using a webcam.

This picture of the butterfly was borrowed from the web.

Today's Quote

Hurt No Living Thing
(by Christina Rossetti)

Hurt no living thing;
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Nor grasshopper so light of leap,
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,
Nor harmless worms that creep.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

How do boys live long enough to propagate?

Here is yet another example for my wondering expressed in my post of Jan. 2, 2005.

  • "I wonder how boys live long enough to propagate"
  • "I wonder how mothers survive raising sons."

Riverside police: 2 men died of drug overdoses
Burlington County Times

June 20, 2005 5:37 AM

RIVERSIDE - Police are calling the deaths of two township men accidental overdoses, pending the release of toxicology reports.

The bodies of Joshua Lanning, 20, and Anthony North, 19, were found inside a Bem Street house Saturday. Autopsies were performed on the bodies yesterday. A full toxicology report is due in three to four weeks.

According to Detective Lou Fisher, Lanning and North were using fentanyl patches to get high.

Fentanyl is a powerful, pain-killing narcotic similar to morphine. Fisher said North, who graduated from Riverside High School on Thursday, had been prescribed fentanyl and Percocet, another painkilling narcotic, after he was shot in the face in April.

"It appears he (was getting) the patches on the street," Fisher said. "They weren't using them as prescribed."

Fisher said Lanning and North "were boiling (fentanyl) patches in water, drinking the water and sucking the patches" to get high.

Police were called to the house at 701 Bem St. after the bodies were found Saturday afternoon.

North was a running back on the Riverside High School football team.

He was a four-year starter whose high school career came to an end when he suffered an ankle injury last fall.

In April, he was shot in the face inside a Rancocas Avenue duplex rented by his mother.

Police said the shooter was James Boardman, 20, of Philadelphia.

Fisher said North may have been called to testify against Boardman later this year.

Email: jharris@phillyBurbs.com

Quotes for today

- "The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."

- "It is a youthful failing to be unable to control one's impulses."
Seneca (5 BC - 65 AD)

- "I don't want to sound Pollyannaish, but I hope that out of a tragedy like this something good will come. I hope we understand we're one family. "
Madeleine Albright (1937 - ), Making Sense of the Unimaginable, O Magazine

Monday, June 06, 2005

Deep Throat

Deep Throat is a hero!

Mark Felt Ends 30-Year Mystery of The Post's Watergate Source.

David Von Drehle
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, June 1, 2005; Page A01

"He knew he was taking a monumental risk," said Woodward, now an assistant managing editor of The Post whose catalogue of prizewinning and best-selling work has been built on the sort of confidential relationships he maintained with Deep Throat.

Felt also knew, by firsthand experience, that Nixon's administration was willing to use wiretaps and break-ins to hunt down leakers, so no amount of caution was too great in his mind. Woodward rode multiple taxis, sometimes in the wrong direction, and often walked long distances to reach the middle-of-the-night meetings.

I think of a hero as someone who understands
the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Bob Dylan (1941 - )

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Bye-Bye Blogger Pet

The Blogger Pet is no more.

It interfered with the layout of my blog.

I am sure it was something I did
but I did not want to waste any more time trying to figure it out.
Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler
but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat.

Sir Julian Huxley (1887 - 1975