Riding A Transition Wave

What skills or lessons have you learned recently?
Jet Pack Prompt 12/16/25


“Transitions in life can offer opportunities for discovery.” (Robbie Shelly)

I’d like to combine the words skills and lessons as one unified entity in this blog. Let’s consider then that I’ve chosen some previously learned skills that I’ve decided to seek improvement on recently while lessons follow-up as personal conclusions I’ve determined about the success of such transitional efforts. Know as well that these desired changes during this busy holiday season have been strictly targeted toward enhancing my quality of life at home while I’ve uncharacteristically chosen to not be traveling. So here we go below with three examples.

SKILL #1 – SECOND LANGUAGE ACQUISITION

I’ve taken a greater interest in the challenging pursuit of my Duolingo Spanish lessons in a more two way conversational way with friends and strangers. That means paying more attention to key words I know best that I hear and feel confident enough to respond with an appropriate phrase of my own.

LESSON #1 – I will do anything I can to slow the conversation down to give me more time to process the listening information . Say it to me 3-4 times if needed.

SKILL #2 – BIKE ROUTE ADAPTATIONS

At our new condo community, there’s heavy restrictions as to where I can actually ride my bike. That means repeating a set route each day for exercise rather than riding around freely for the joy of sightseeing adventure. As such, measurement of time spent pedaling and distance traveled from home capture my attention more for such strictly workout purposes

LESSON #2 – There’s little sense in just pedaling non stop to work up a sweat. Thus I need to take more time to just sit on a park bench or picnic table to rest quietly during this routine to gain more enjoyment of this hobby.

SKILL #3 – JET PACK BLOGGING

I notice a shift in the subjects of my blog beyond just travel. So I’m using Jet Pack topic prompts daily more to generate 1st person self reflections.

LESSON #3 – I observe my blog readership has expanded this past month in response to my more diverse selection of topics other than travel. My blogs also take less time to write with less emphasis on copy/paste thoughts from my notes app along with fewer photographic enhancements.

Bicycle Adapts To Myself

What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
Jet Pack Prompt 12/11/25


“The bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine.” (John Howard)

When COVID first intensified in 2020, I decided to buy an inexpensive Huffy Bike at Walmart to get outside more without exposing myself to the virus transmission in crowded environments. I might say then that it’s been my favorite physical activity since that time. For when I put on my safety helmet to ride around our suburban neighborhood, I feel more invigorated like I’m a much younger person than I really am.

Bicycle maintenance of course takes some degree of responsibility but that’s much easier than doing the same with my contraption filled car. For all I really have to manage every few months or so is keeping the tires correctly inflated and applying a silicone spray to keep the chains and other rotating elements lubricated as needed. It’s easy to store as well in our condo utility room for nightly safekeeping.

Sometimes on my route, I watch speed bicycle riders in their state of the art bikes intently heading long distance somewhere in competitive fashion. But I want no part of such action for all I want out on my easy rides of less than two hours would be to discover interesting settings to look at along the way. Notably that means stopping to feed the ducks or squirrels, watching iguanas slithering on the grass to find warmth or rescuing slow turtles crossing the road.

With more time to spend leisurely as a retiree at home these days, I probably need to think of more creative uses of my bike. I could use a biking partner to make this activity more likely for me to make new friends. There are also plenty of bike racks around nearby stores and cafes where I could lock my bike. Getting more daring, I might even try to bike out west a few miles to the Florida Everglades to practice my yoga or meditate in total silence.

My Heart To Hospice

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

Jet Pack Entry 12/10/25

“Do not count the days; Make the days count.”
(Muhammad Ali)

I never really understood what Hospice meant until one of my elderly family members I will just call Julie received a terminal diagnosis and thus qualified to enter the program. At the time, I thought of her just lying idly in a crowded institution waiting to die. But I then took some time visiting her at her senior facility living space and observed how an extraordinarily successful team of dedicated professionals served Julie’s comfort care needs for free on a daily basis. Thus I express high admiration to those four individuals described below who’ve for over two years now worked efficiently together to extend the life of that much loved individual of my family for over two years now.

So first I must thank those assigned registered nurses who’ve so wisely handled the medical needs of Julie in her relaxed home setting. In particular, they’ve taken readings of her vital signs upon request, made sure that medications and equipment are supplied in a timely fashion, and taken emergency action when needed.

Next, I give my highest regard to the team social worker who functions best as a problem solving communicator. In doing so, she’s been well prepared serve both Julie and her family by answering questions about scheduling in-house doctor visit scheduling, providing family grief counseling and expediting required paperwork completing.

Moreover,I give kudos to the the team chaplain who’s most sensitively confided in Julie to honor her own spiritual beliefs without showing any bias of Christian, Jewish, or any other organized religious dogma. Complementing her “low key” communicative approach, those sustained periods of silence she allots to Julie seem well received as as a time of self induced, meditative reflection.

Finally, I am honored to recognize her Hospice student volunteer who vigorously attempts to keep Julie interested in pursuing hobbies and playing games that both of them share. Thus her quality of life seems improved in the present as they join together to compete in scrabble, watch an animal video, or discuss a favorite book or news item together.

Yoga Silent Experiment Works

What could you do less of?


“Distraction is the main problem for us all – what the Buddha called the monkey mind. We need to tame this monkey mind.”
(Tenzin Palmo)

Jet Pack Prompt 12/8/25

In my yin yoga class today, our instructor tried something different to conduct class. Instead of playing the usual background music and periodic chanting/drumming during class, we were told that for the entire hour, “dead silence” would take place. With the room for our practice being soundproofed from outside noise as well, only the “inner voice” in my mind remained to disturb such extreme quiet conditions.

As expected then, I immediately began to dwell on thoughts of restless unease of the future, in doing each pose, 3-5 minutes at a time. But eventually such mental chatter seemed to calm down in this period of sustained quiet. In turn, I began to just focus more on the physical movement of the poses themselves along with my breathing then for the remainder of the class.

So based on this example,it appears I’ve begun to answer my inner critic as to the need to do less monkey mind” thinking that so often fixates my attention on the “what if” future. For it seems hypocritical of me to refer to myself in this blog as one who embraces the present moment in travel and yet frets about what might happen later on in my hometown surroundings to go wrong.

Grasping for Paris Again

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
Jet Pack Prompt 12/6/25

“A walk about Paris will provide lessons in history, beauty, and in the point of life,” (Thomas Jefferson)

In making my choice of Paris, France as my favorite place to visit, I think of those momentary shifts in my mindset from spending time immersed in the present moment on those short term stopovers spent there. Most often these personal transformations have taken place along self guided walking experiences to and from planned tourist site visits. Feeling more energized then, my attention shifts in surprisingly new directions.. Three examples described below stand out vividly to my mind.

With my first illustration, I reflect back to those leisurely times when I’ve strolled along the picturesque Seine River during day or night. In those moments, I often envisioned myself as an inspiring landscape artist who so keenly captured detailed impressions of extraordinary details in my painting efforts then.

Consider as well the strong emotion I felt absorbing the natural beauty on spectacular display at Luxembourg Gardens in spring or fall. For these relaxing respites from the more hectic surroundings of the park’s urban surroundings often opened my mind to an ecologist frame of mind committed to preserving the landscape of public open space for all to enjoy.

Presenting my last example, I turn to those dark days of rampant Jewish anti- Semitism that existed during Nazi occupation of Paris during World War II. For on past walks along the Marais district in Paris, I’d deeply empathized with the Jewish people as their visionary advocate who’d overcome such historic pain to restore their cultural and religious identity in this region.

Thus I’ve set a personal goal for Ruth and me to again visit Paris in 2026 on an extended stay. For make no mistake about it. I’m seriously overdue!

Night Reality Wake-Up

Are you more of a night or morning person?
Jet Pack prompt 12/2/25

“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.” (Robert Frost)

By force of habit, being a night person for me is out of the question at this point of my life. You see I’m a high energy person who likes to get things done as early as possible in a timely fashion. So if my mind’s cluttered up by unresolved tasks happening during the day, I tend to lose quality time and precious sleep at night overthinking about such lingering issues hanging over my life.

In this regard, I think back to my time spent as an Adjunct Professor, when night classes were all that universities could normally offer me at the time. This nocturnal teaching routine did not seem normal for me then as I endured so much uncertain idleness in the day waiting for the evening classes to begin. To compensate for such lack of daytime activity, I often isolated myself from others as my mind seemed blindly focused more on what I’d be doing in the classroom each night. In turn, when I returned home in those late hours around midnight, the excitement “buzz” of each class cluttered my mind thereupon interfering with sound sleep.

So as a satisfied retiree nowadays, I take better control of my life knowing more about what will happen in the daytime. Such time stability has also heightened my interest in casual meetups with friends and family at breakfast or lunch. Now feeling more contented with this schedule, I can thereupon relax more for myself at night and just enjoy extended time watching sports, reading a book, playing music and allotting ample sleep time. One area I need to work on with regard to my day and night routines involves being more selective in time spent using my iPhone and iPad.

Calling Out Carnivore Crazy

What are your feelings about eating meat?
Jetpack Prompt 12/1/25


“Where kindness is concerned, make no distinction between humans and other living beings.”
(Timber Hawkeye)

I suppose it’s easy for me to overlook being a meat eater without considering where the source of the meat originated from. I mean do I really want to think about those overcrowded cattle pens where cows become fattened up to eventually end up as corpses in the slaughter house? But there have been occasions where I’ve begun to question why I’m so heedless about living animals being eliminated just so myself and millions of others can just enjoy their meat.

I think this matter boils down to do we eat meat to live or live to eat meat. With this dilemma, I am perfectly fine rationalizing positively the first option. For a good steak or hamburger for instance does provide a good source of protein to make me a healthier person. But according to the second conclusion, there’s nothing particularly appealing about glorifying meat eating culture.

A true test of my resolve to put my meat eating decisions placed in a moral perspective would be whether I could convince myself living as a hermit in the woods to go out and kill an innocent animal like a deer, rabbit, or duck and then consume it for much needed food. So I would more likely go out and gather plants in the surrounding environs under such isolated conditions to enable myself to survive.

Perhaps I’ve also learned from past visits to vegetarian based India why cows are considered sacred part of the family unit, not a an object to destroy for their meat. So in spite of living much differently amid the ubiquitous culture of fast food hot dogs, hamburgers…. that glorifies enjoyment of meat, for such worldly – wise reasons I could definitely go meatless if I really tried.

Chess Play For Peace

What board games most interest you today?

“Win with grace. Lose with dignity.” (Susan Polgar)       

Joe Schultz, a dedicated high school teacher had gone through plenty of pupil confrontation in Hollywood, Florida over his thirty year tenure. Now retired, Joe sought some much needed peace these days by enjoying a quiet game of chess. To do so best to his liking during this cooler winter season, he’d walk along the beachfront boardwalk searching for someone interesting that he could compete with for a couple hours before lunch. Oftentimes he got excited when that person who he struck up a game with would remind him of a particular chess piece he liked.     

Today he competed with Albert Weinstein, a stern looking policeman at his favorite shady table across from the bandshell. For Albert seemed to fit well as a rook like adversary on this occasion. After warmly shaking hands, their battle then ensued with Joe soon finding it difficult to overcome defense minded Albert’s solid protection of his king. Oddly, around the one hour point of the match, a significant turn of events happened seemingly unrelated to chess. For Albert just stopped  playing and pulled out an old tarnished photo of a gaunt looking prisoner in a tarnished uniform with a Jewish star identification badge.           

Joe next took a curious look at the photo, asking Albert why he was trying to distract his opponent from the game? In response, Albert appeared to ignore the question and then began to ramble on about how the misfortunate person in this photo was his grandfather.The picture of him had been taken by a reporter after he been rescued from a Nazi concentration camp by the American army in 1945. With obvious emotion, Albert also told Joe that his grandfather’s daily diary from his desperate ordeal described in detail how captured inmates resorted to making chessboards in the dirt and chess pieces out of rock to pair off for friendly matches in total silence without attracting Nazi guard attention.

At that moment, a teenager swiftly riding his skateboard suddenly veered off the bike path and knocked their chess set to the ground. Joe then quickly grabbed the skateboard and gave it calmly gave it back to his attacker. He’d found no will to respond in an aggressive fashion because he was likely thinking back to how calmly those camp inmates had behaved under adverse circumstances in Albert’s grandfather story. It also became crystal clear to Joe at the time that managing one’s outbursts of emotion in playing a challenging game of chess in tandem with a partner should also be emphasized more as as essential component of making the right chess-piece move. That’s when Albert suggested beginning a new tournament game effort in town whereupon they could both team up in police like fashion as chess mentors during matches to enforce such player level-headed actions. Another primary role as Joe added from his teaching perspective would be to not only discipline expected acts of hormonally charged adolescent misbehavior during assigned chess matches but also introduce to them alternative tools like self meditation and yoga movement to better manage their emotional state at the time.

Thus through diligent marketing of their new idea, Joe and Albert successfully gained approval at a city council public hearing for a series of youth driven chess competitions to be held in upcoming months each Saturday morning at the town Community Center. Calling themselves “Two Rooks For Peace”, both of them had  embraced the opportunity to obtain a higher purpose in their lives by giving back as respected role models for the game they both dearly loved. 

In retrospect, win or lose, here’s how I’ve best found the game of chess to my liking.

“I think of chess as a mind cleansing game

To size up my opponent in friendly play 

For nobody gets hurt and there’s no one to blame. 

It’s a most honorable way to spend my day.” (USFMAN)

Lottery Winner Chooses Giving

How does the spirit of giving impact you most this holiday season ?

“Not he who has much is rich, but he who gives much.”( Eric Fromm)

Jake Carter, a 42 year old bartender and business manager from suburban Ocala, Florida began his duties at his friendly gathering establishment on Thanksgiving afternoon thinking of how “down” he felt to be celebrating this holiday alone for the first time. For he seemed filled with guilt knowing his habitual neglect of family responsibilities had likely been the main cause of his recent divorce finalized over the past summer. Perhaps his passion for watching NFL football along with his steady customers would ease his inner pain as the Miami Dolphins game that he wanted to watch would be broadcast on TV that afternoon. More important to him then was the Dolphin season had not been going so well lately, so he deeply felt it was “due time” that some second and third string players should finally get in for some game action. With some regret then, Gina Tallone, his reliable bar mate and recent girlfriend now informed  him that six rookies players he liked continued to be listed as inactive for today’s game. 

Know then that by chance, Jake asked Gina to write down these rested player numbers – 35, 22, 17, 68, 5, and 58  to a bar patron playing weekly fantasy football. This gesture to share this six digit set thus ignited in her a way to help Jake ease his troubled mind. So she suggested he buy a “Mega Millions” lottery ticket now with that identical combination to honor the potential talent of these six poorly recognized players. So while Gina watched  over the bar, Jake walked  over to the convenience store one block away and eagerly complied.

Consequently as Jake dressed for work the next morning watching the local news on TV, he suddenly recognized with astonishment that he’d cashed in fully on his lottery ticket. For with all six numbers he’d selected as the winning ticket combo, he’d be paid the grand prize of roughly one thousand dollars a day in the next twenty years. Now heading gleefully to the bar at 11:30 am to announce his good fortune, he noticed a crowd of “groupie” like onlookers had gathered at the entrance to the bar. When the doors opened, many of these “walk in”patrons stormed in and began pressuring him to offer free drinks and food “on the house” as a fitting celebration for his newly acquired fame. However such demands of these fanatical strangers taking advantage of his “rock star” like fame seemed to be wrongly inappropriate to him at the time. It follows then as Jake politely declined to do what the crowd wanted at that moment, he’d silently promised to part from his habitually selfish ways.

In the coming weeks with Gina often at his side, Jake allotted plenty of time to figure out how he might best address his newly altruistic mindset. So when he finally received his first annuity installment payment, he’d come to realize more than ever the symbolic importance of those six undervalued rookie players who had entered his life at the right time in his life. In the short term, that meant honoring them indirectly by showcasing an underdog appreciation event one night each week at the bar offering free food, and donated gifts to any needy patrons to be funded by portions of his new earnings.             

When football season ended, Jake would also explore ways to diminish the expected trauma related to two of those rookie players who had suffered career ending concussion injuries that season. He’d thus set up for the future a personal endowment fund out of his lottery earnings called “Operation Underdog” to provide $100,000 financial assistance to each of them and their families as needed. Jake could also take satisfaction that he’d created considerable “buzz”  around the heavily populated “Villages” community nearby, which would in the future transform this bar into a community hub for charity event gatherings, victim recovery meetups and passionate populist rallies. 

Consider it then heartwarming to know that while Jake’s love of football and good luck set the stage for his miraculous success in this story, the real victory in his life happened when he embraced the idea that positive human connection really mattered. 

Against The Wind No More

In what new ways have you discovered happiness after a personal crisis?

“Happiness is always there. You just have to choose to see it. There is no point dwelling in the dark and ignoring the light of the stars.” (Carrie Hope Fletcher)

Mark Adler’s transition into a more passive lifestyle in retirement in the last six months represented somewhat of a challenge. For his mindset continued to be heavily focused on his past high intensity efforts as a high school track coach and long distance runner. So it seemed natural for Mark to stay in decent physical condition as he ambitiously exerted himself throughout each day to stay at the “ top of his game”. Mark’s new routine thus would usually find him lifting weights at the gym and running three miles in a local park along a slow moving river. At such times, he’d sometimes be joined by Max Sterner, his longtime running partner, and former assistant coach colleague. At various times, Max also asked Mark to join him in the senior bracket at official run happenings around the town each month.

Tragically, disaster struck one foggy evening when a pickup truck wildly veered into the bike lane where Mark was running, thereupon hideously slamming into his body from behind. This nightmare would continue a few days later as Mark woke up in the hospital to the reality that he was unable to move his legs. Now facing the prospect of total paralysis in his lower body, Mark thereupon pondered with ominous despair that he now faced the likelihood that in his immobile condition, he’d be forced to hire a nurse to wheel him around helplessly in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Fortuitously however, as part of his scheduled post trauma therapy, Max offered to take Mark a few times each week to the park before dinner time. On those occasions, Max purposefully placed Mark’s wheelchair in close view of a Buddha statue he spotted lying in heavy forest underbrush along the opposite river shoreline. During these moments, Max observed that when Mark sat quietly in silent repose next to the Buddha, he seemed noticeably more happy and relaxed. As a result, Max figured that Mark might benefit by this captivating Buddha presence in a more creative manner. So he decided to store some art supplies in a nearby abandoned shed, hoping that Mark would make good use of them when they met by sketching scenes surrounding his location as he desired. As anticipated, Mark chose on most of these days to accept that challenge by drawing various compositions depicting the Buddha and its beautiful natural environs in brilliant shades of color. 

Know then as this new art hobby became engrained in Mark’s mind, his competitive juices had definitely returned to overcome his plight. He’d now enter art festival contests over the next year and notably receive several awards for his stunning renditions of this Buddha statue setting he so admired. Amid the euphoria of these special moments, Mark also applied a unique finishing touch to each of his paintings by adding the inspiring words “one more mile”, as he once recalled to be his runner’s mantra. 

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