Modern Measurement Technique

The previous evening, Sam had cleaned out the greenhouse section of the shed to ready it for the Christmas Sale.

Simmy went for a bike ride, to exercise and to buy the cat some food.
When she got back, she admired the clean shelves and asked, "Do you want to have dinner in here?"
"Do you want to?" Sam asked.
"Oh yes! That would be fun! Which soup do you want ... chicken noodle or minestrone?"
"You mean vegetable?" Sam asked, taunting her a little.
Two days ago, Simmy had told Sam, "Mark the soup that you're putting aside for the old folks Vegetable instead of Minestone.
"Why?" Sam had asked.
"Because my Mom eats Vegetable soup but I'm not sure she eats Minestrone."
Sam had laughed as he had held the ladle above the soup pot, "It's the same soup! Isn't that being a bit sneaky?"
"I'm not cooking something she may turn her nose up at. Cooking is hard work. I don't want it to go to waste and I think she likes vegetable soup."
Sam had peeled the little note that said Minestrone off the top of the container and replaced it with the right moniker, Vegetable Soup.
"Isn't this a bit weak?" He mocked Simmy.
"Weak measurement may prove crucial in studying all sorts of new phenomenon. You know how she doesn't like change. You watch what Mom has to say when we bring her the soup."
"When we were shopping for new dish cloths she said she wanted the modern ones," Sam parlayed.
"Yes! She loves to think of herself as modern so I'm using this little modern technique knowing how absolutely traditional she really is."
"I still say it's sneaky!" Sam ribbed.
"Well, you weren't the one who helped her pick out the very same dish cloths twice."
"What do you mean?"
"Two months ago we went to find dish cloths and I asked if she wanted the modern ones or the old fashioned ones... modern being micro fibre and old fashioned being cotton. 'Oh, I want the modern ones. I like modern, she says.'"
"And?" Sam asked.
"This month, we were back at the same store buying the same dish cloths because she said she didn't like the ones she bought last time."
"Oh, oh! Are we going to have to go next month again?"

"I don't know but I know I'm willing to use more modern technique if we do," Simmy muttered.
"Cookie?"

Hidden Variable Theory

Albert Einstein, the most famous proponent of hidden variables, has been quoted as saying, "God does not care about our mathematical difficulties. He integrates empirically."
It is interesting to follow the world of science and see the unfolding of it and the responses to new information from the old 'tried and true' order to the new 'proved a clue' order.
Simmy phoned Deborah for a chat, basically avoiding writing for half an hour. Deborah had gone back to her tried and true work of childcare and Simmy had gone back to her tried and true work of designing and creating home decor to encourage people to make a house a home.
The doorbell rang half an hour after Simmy and Deborah hung up the phone and  Simmy spotted a very sweet baby kicking his legs in his stroller. Simmy dashed around the side of the house to find Deborah holding a lovely lilac colored box and inside was this pretty dotted teapot and creamer and sugar.
Little Jacob lifted his hand, grinned and waved at Simmy. It was just so gosh darned cute!
Simmy knew right away that the teapot gift was a little hint to start having those tea parties again. She laid out the woven lilac, raspberry and dark purple mohair blanket and placed the tea set on top.
So, in connecting the dots of this pilot wave theory gift, we could say that each of the particles follows a deterministic (but probably chaotic) trajectory which was guided by the wave function of Jacob?

So, hats off to Steinberg and his group at the University of Toronto who says, "It is not necessary to interpret the uncertainty principle as rigidly as we are often taught to do," arguing that other interpretations of quantum mechanics, such as pilot- wave theory, might "help us to think in new ways." (Quote taken from naturenews-
http://www.nature.com/news/2011/110602/full/news.2011.344.html)

Bridge Building

"I'll bet you'd enjoy going to the Da Vinci exhibit!" Beautiful J said to Simmy. "Oh yes, I definitely would enjoy that," responded Simmy. As J paid for their tickets, gifting Simmy with a day of experience,... it was like walking through her history of interior design course all over again.
Da Vinci borrowed from Vitruvius and this drawing lives on in iconic stature.
Vitruvius, a Roman architect, dedicated his treatise to Caesar Augustus. Remember him? The principles laid out in De Architectura, bring the arts and sciences together in a lovely hand holding relationship.
When Simmy and Youthful got to the bridge building part of the exhibit, they hunkered down on the floor and started to put together a small model of the self- supporting arch bridge.
Tip to you- It needs a few hands to support it until it is all put together... very much fun!
In design, students are required to think of the inspiration for projects... the alpha idea for the omega project, if you will.
The self supporting arch bridge idea was an easy one to imagine.
Born in a time of incessant warfare, I envision Da Vinci, the artist, kneeling by his bed beseeching God to give him an idea to present to the Duke of Milan in his letter to apply for an engineering position.
With fingers interlaced, thumbs and pinkies folding under from a cramped painting brush hold, Da Vinci opens his eyes and sees an interlocking arched bridge.
"Yes, that's how I imagine he came up with that bridge idea," Simmy nodded with satisfaction.

Another Language

It was a sad and gloomy visit at the old folks' home. Dry leaves fell off the trees and the wind blew them into piles on the lawn outside the big windows of the Harmony Fireplace Room.
Sam placed the Thanksgiving meal before his mother. She took a tiny bite, then removed the food from her mouth and pushed it into a napkin. Then she poked at the food for a bit before pushing the tray way from her, virtually untouched. It sat there on the table looking as dejected as Sams' mother.
Slowly, the rheumy eyes focused on Simmy and a story, held in an emotional vault for 55 years came out in a very sad telling. The story started with Mama Good & Honorable telling of how her wedding rings became, to her, a sad depiction of what the next 55 years of marriage would be for her.
She kept repeating, "We didn't get God's blessing! Some people don't believe in that but I knew that what happened to my wedding rings meant that we didn't get God's blessing."
She started crying. Simmy told Sam to go and comfort his mother but Sam stayed glued to his seat, staring at his mother. Now Sam was also battling a cold and flu virus so...
Simmy got up and pulled a chair close to Mama Good & Honorable and leaned her head on the old thin shoulder. The white gray head dropped onto Simmy's head and the crying became more serious now.
"I've never told anyone this story," she said. "Don't say nothing about it. I don't want Papa to get mad."
Now, Mama Good & Honorable has such bad hearing problems that it is getting difficult to communicate with her. She is also developing cataracts which is making reading difficult.
Simmy just sat in the ashes of the story told by Mama Good & Honorable and cried with her.
A soft conversation was taking place between an old couple in the same room and Simmy looked over to see the husband softly touching his wife's face and saying, "You're my sweetheart! I love you too."
Then the wife, with blue veined hands, fingernails painted in a lovely fashion said to the husband, "I'm so proud to be your wife!"
"I'm proud to be your husband too," was the reply from the care- giver spouse.
It was a strange thing to listen to a sad story in one ear and hear the opposite one, a loving musical, playing in the other ear.
As they wheeled Mama Good & Honorable up to her room she was murmuring, "I only see bad things now."
It was a difficult visit but in one very strange and odd way, Sam and Simmy left that old folks' home feeling thankful for ordinary things like...
the loving relationships with their children...
the true caring that was starting to develop in all of them...
the simple ability to offer a sympathetic ear...
the understanding of the importance of gentleness and sharing...
The song kept replaying and replaying in her mind... "It's the wedding of the painted doll..."

'It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.'
Laura Ingalls Wilder

Ungrateful or What?

The complaining started first thing in the morning. Simmy tried to meet the immediate needs, immediately. It seemed all was fine for a little while. She read the emails about the problems of looking after aging parents. Sigh!
She sewed two pillowcases that she had been meaning to make for about a month now.
She washed the laundry, two loads, and hung it all on the line to dry. She hung out the duvet hoping all the flu and cold germs would blow out of it. Sam had been sneezing and flu- like all week.
Then she went to the grocery store, lucky enough to get a fresh turkey. Then it was off to buy coffee beans and bread and peanut butter.
When she came home, she rescued the laundry off the line, and sat down on the front step, somewhat exhausted. The complaining and whining started again, only this time it just got louder and louder.
"What? What do you want? I don't even know what to do for you anymore."
The yelling continued.
Finally, she sat down and gave the lecture that he had coming all morning... "You are going to find something to be thankful for this weekend. I mean it! You have a great life and you haven't earned a bit of it. Now, find something... and I do mean something to be grateful for. Got it?"
She plunked him down on a soft duvet and walked away!
Within a few minutes everything was finally peaceful and Simmy felt she could get back to writing.

Simmy went to take a picture of the culprit in question. When she got near the grump, he poked his head up, whined and then tucked his head down in a deliberate I'm ignoring you position.
"Humph! You're too spoiled by far!" Simmy said.
"Ungrateful being!"

Viva Vision Prop

Novel- 
Jayne had watched the film set Crew work their magic with old reclaimed furniture, reviving it to film star status.
A boudoir chair made by LOR-BER MANUFACTURE INC. located at 1975 rue Falardeau Street in Montreal, Quebec was picked up at an antique market and given a new lease on life with a black and white dotted fabric.
Jayne sat down on the chair, novel in hand, and read Chapter 44.
"The Seaforth Highlanders of Canada filled the dance floor. Snippets of conversation were filmed to bring about the mood of love driven youth looking for a moment of meaning before they would embark for the United Kingdom on December 22, 1939.
It would be said, in later years, that the Regiment's baptism of fire came three and a half years later, on July 10, 1943."
Jayne sat very still on this seat, just off to the side in the Crystal Ballroom, a hot fire burning in her belly as she experienced the metaphysical equivalent of what that Regiment experienced on the shores of Sicily.

Crystal Ballroom Cotillion

Scene 57- Royal visit 1939
The hotel staff were setting the tables for J.P.'s Cotillion. Grimwades Royal Winton creamers and sugars mysteriously appeared for the Royal visit. The Golden Age of fine dishes paraded out of cabinets as only the best was placed out for the Royal visit.

Crystal pitchers for water, candelabras, velvet drapery... no expense was spared.