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Monday, April 22, 2013

Ridin' On the Carousel of Time

Disneyland's Carousel
Carousels have always held a special romantic fascination for me.  Perhaps it's the sound of the calliope playing that out-of-tune, strangely surreal music while glossy, painted ponies go up and down, and up and down.  It's as if the world outside becomes nothing more than a colorful blur, like a watercolor painting that's been left out in the rain.   Maybe it's just the simple sound of children's excitement as our horses charge us through faint whiffs of popcorn and cotton candy that hang in the air.  

Then again, perhaps the fascination for me lies with that gold ring, which has always been just outside my reach.  

When I was young, the cost for this 60-second ride was no more than a dime. Unfortunately, the price to recreate this childhood nostalgia has dramatically increased.

The Carnival of Animals -near MOMA in San Francisco
Restored turn of the century carousel outside the walled in city of St. Malo, France

Lately, I've begun to think that my attraction to the carousels is due to the way they tend to mirror my life ...electric, always moving, bright and colorful. However, these last few months, I've been forced to face the mirror and ask myself a few painful questions:  "Am I going in circles?  check."  "Is the world outside a blur?  check."  "Has reaching for the gold ring lately been more frustrating than fun?  check."  

So, with wobbly knees and a feeling that's more than a little dizzy, it's time to get off my horse and step off the ride, for a wee bit anyway.

After spending a horrific night with a twisted intestine, this non-characteristic decision came to me while I was resting comfortably at the nearby Kailua hospital.  The beautiful beach outside my apartment, the swaying palm trees, my study of the dolphins  -it all came to an abrupt end within a matter of a few hours.

Now the wonderful thing about a hospital stay is that it gives one ample opportunity to reflect upon all those lifestyle choices that put them on their backside in the first place. This wonderful time of reflection for me cost approximately $10,000 for a 36-hour stay!  

So, a bittersweet decision has been made.  While I have loved living in Sweden over these past few years, I will be returning to the States.  My furniture will once again cross the Atlantic Ocean, go through the Panama Canal, and follow the shoreline up the Pacific Ocean until it arrives at port.  I haven't decided exactly 'which' port yet, but hopefully, this will be resolved by the end of May, as that's when the furniture will be leaving, and shipping companies have no sense of humor when it comes to sketchy logistics!


Rather than dwell on the sadness of leaving, I am trying to focus on what I will be gaining.  #1.  In many ways, life will become easier as I put down roots, rather than having to fly back and forth between two continents in order to keep a tourist visa in legal status. #2.  By networking within a community, I will have more opportunity to work with wildlife and domestic animals on a routine basis.  #3.  Medical insurance -this needs no explanation!  

But last of all, perhaps by simplifying my life a bit,
that elusive gold ring will be a little more within reach.


Lesson Learned:

Respect your limitations as well as your strengths
~by doing so, you will stay in balance.
&
Generally speaking, if you start to feel sick, 
it's probably time to get off the merry-go-round!











Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Gold, Silver, Days Off, and Secret Treasures


I am beginning to see the positives these days to my 04:30 wake-up routine ~that being, I can now sleep in until 07:00 on my treasured days off and still get to see the sunrise.  Each day presents a different palette.  There are the soft pinks, the fiery yellows, and the splashy oranges, but my favorite of all are the mornings when it seems like the entire world is made of silver and gold ~the sky, the sand, the flying fish that take to the air between swells, the water -and even the color of my skin, like a chameleon's, seems to blend in together with my surroundings.

            
The sunrise is accompanied by a symphony of birds, all staking out their territory on the same tree -the nearby banyan.  My favorite local bird so far is the yellow-billed cardinal. They seem to have adapted from 'paradise' to  'tourism' quite well, and while I hope to catch sight of the more elusive (read: "endangered") birds on my next trek around the island, for now, I am quite content to watch these brightly colored birds forage amongst the bougainvilleas.
                                                                        photo: jbs.blogspot


Breakfasts, by in large, are comprised of my favorite fast-foods on the island.  Having finally tasted a papaya that's been allowed to ripen in the sun, I've discovered that I do, in fact, find them quite tasty, and now, I am more than a little irritated that I've wasted so many papaya-eating years -all because somebody in the food industry felt it was a clever idea to market green, immature fruit to an ignorant public!

By mid-day, I typically try to go for a swim, but on windy days, there tends to be a high level of competition for water rights with the kite surfers.
Swimming is not without risk.  If a novice kite-boarder blows into my path, it's all too easy to get 'hung up' in their sport!  But most weekdays on the beach are quiet and relaxing -a nice extreme from the daily routine at the Park.  So I treasure these days, and I try to soak up all the colors and sensory experiences that are inherently part of this island.

Lesson Learned:
Slow down ...and taste the papayas



Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Routine

It's hard to grasp the multitude of colorful images when I leave for work at 04:50.  The world  is completely dark, except on those cloudless nights when the stars form such a magnificent, glittering canopy above me, they draw my gaze upward -leaving my feet to stumble on their own over the stones and roots in front of me.  On such occasions, I try to glance out over the ocean and take a moment to marvel at the sheer numbers up there, and if I'm lucky, I sometimes can catch the sight of a few streaking across the sky before they disappear back into the darkness.

"THE BUS," as the transportation is affectionately named over here, arrives at 05:15.  I take note of the temperature drop as I enter (they don't seem to be able to start-up these vehicles without the air conditioners accompanying the hum of the engines), and I join a sleepy group of locals as we all make our way to our individual workplaces.
My office is impressive, but it won't be visible for another 2 hours or so.  In the meantime, I join my colleagues in the morning ritual of "fish prep."  This involves a 5-minute dig through a mound of tattered, discarded clothing -suitable for wearing only if one is going to enter a cold room and spend 3 hours in freezing temperatures sorting through frozen fish -sorting 'good' deceased Capelin from the 'bad'.  Our chosen outfits for the morning also include a pair of oversized rubber boots, with no two pair in matching sizes.
Capelin -the fish of choice
Note: From a dolphin's perspective, the top image (the male) is ideal, while the bottom image (the female) is not so great.  It's not that the dolphin don't appreciate caviar, it's just that the nutritional content of the female fish is somewhat compromised while she goes through the egg production phase.  Thus, at 06:00 every morning, I spend 3 hours dressed in rags, tossing out good caviar.

Next on the agenda, we form a human chain and spend another hour pulling out 40 lb boxes of frozen fish for tomorrow morning's routine.  This involves a unique talent I've yet to master -ice skating inside a giant freezer (think: the freezer container on an 18-wheeler) -still wearing our rubber boots & attractive castaway clothing, maneuvering heavy boxes of frozen fish from one co-worker to the next while the warm Hawaiian air creates "the perfect storm" -a monsoon of condensational moisture that drips down from the freezer's ceiling.  

When we finally emerge and free ourselves from the boots and sodden rags, we then report to work in our individual Park areas.  My area deals with husbandry procedures, behavior modification, and training.  We have less dolphins, which translates to having better proximity and more semi-direct interaction with the animals.  So far, we've learned the hydrating protocol, how to treat and scrub skin conditions, and (what I appreciate most of all) the explanations from our lead trainers regarding the "how, what, and why" of their training sessions.

Once lunch arrives (14:00!) I find I'm more thirsty than hungry, so I stash my free lunch away for later and just sip away on my raspberry ice tea instead.  This holds me over until I get home (around 17:20).

The schedule is tough, but there's no denying the office is lovely!
THE BUS is much more active on the way home.  When is does finally arrive at the pick-up location (it is an island...and any 'set' schedule is always subject to "island time"), everybody and all their relatives are happily chatting away, munching on their snack of choice, and busy shifting locations to make room for just one more passenger.

On the way, the ride takes me by 'the Pali' (the cliffs), and if it's been raining to any extent, waterfalls will come cascading down the mountain like tears running down the crevices of an old man's face.  



When I arrive home, I try to make it a point to take a few minutes to sit by the ocean -hoping that the pressures and pace of the day will slide out to sea.  
As I sit, I can't help wondering if I will regain enough energy to start this whole routine again within the next 12 hours. I pop an aspirin down my throat to help ease joints I never knew existed, and I wrap a knee that has taken to swelling up at the end of each day.  There is no doubt that my body isn't going to tolerate this pace for several more months ~even the 20-year-olds are struggling, so I know that the decades which separate us are going to reveal themselves very soon.  However, I hang on -and will continue to do so as long as I can so that I may hear those brief pearls of wisdom from our lead trainer surrounding the marine mammal training session POA's (plan of action).  

...and by nightfall, when the last of the tourists have long since left the beach in favor of dining out at their favorite cafe-by-the-sea, I lay in bed, trying to imagine what the rest of Oah'u looks like.

Lessons learned:

Not tonight, honey ~I'm too tired











Sunday, January 13, 2013

A Change in the Wind


Packing up to leave Sweden in such blizzard-like conditions seemed surreal at the time.  My suitcase consisted of 2 bathing suits, several sandals, my trusty flippers & my snorkeling mask, numerous bottles of sunscreen with various SPF levels, and other warm climate necessities.  To add yet even more confusion to the packing routine, my apartment suddenly sold -giving me only one week before my departure date to sort, pack up, and put into storage everything I owned.  In such chaos, I inevitably found small treasures that had escaped the moving deadline. Items were discovered a day or two later, hidden beneath the clutter or tucked away in dark corners.  As a result, there was no other choice but to include them inside my Hawaiian suitcases.  

So, here I am in my small tropical studio apartment, looking at my favorite vanilla extract  from Mexico, trying to find a safe place for my son's architectural drawing he made during his 10th year of life, and wondering just what on earth I can do with several pair of mis-matched winter socks.

 

As luck would have it, the day before my scheduled flight, all of Sweden was blanketed in a deep, white snowfall from a Siberian blizzard that swept across the Baltic.  It was a magnificent send-off, if one didn't have to worry about the 50-minute drive to the airport in icy conditions.  But heroes sometimes come in odd personas, and mine arrived in his taxi at 04:30 am.  Determined to get me to my flight on-time, I believe we reinvented roadways and created new short-cuts as we deviated over farmers' frozen fields and remote forest trails.

The new Christmas street decorations Norrtalje obtained from Drottninggatan in 
downtown Stockholm  -but note the size of the snowflakes!

It all seems vaguely like a dream.  I closed my eyes, said a bittersweet 'farewell,' and in a few weeks time, I found myself here:


As beautiful as Hawai'i is, there is still a cultural adjustment for me to make.  The pace is faster, tourists are out 'in-full', and riding a moped around the slippery mountain roads can be treacherous with the winter's seasonal wind blasting into ones face!

My working day begins with the alarm going off at 04:30 (to catch the 05:18 bus to the Park).  Fortunately, I'm always greeted by these cheerful residents (below).

Some of the 'locals' greatly ease the culture shock

After 8 days straight, I've finally had my first 2 days off.  Unlike my younger constituents, I just wanted to sleep!  I wish I had their energy, but there's no turning back the clock, so I must pace myself as I see fit.  I am not the fastest to pick things up, nor to i.d. all the animals, or even to remember where to find all the specific forms and buckets -but I love what I'm learning, and hopefully, the experience will have special meaning when I come to the end of my time here...if I only can survive the pace!

Lessons learned:

Don't stand too close to the edge of the Dolphin pool -you will get wet!

Wash my hands before and after everything!

Believe that overwhelming tasks will become easier with each repetition,

and lastly, 
never underestimate the value of a good night's sleep!





Sunday, November 4, 2012

Migration of the Birds

Photo courtesy of The Cottage House

Perhaps they sense the sun's fading light, or a certain stillness that has enveloped their world -or perhaps it simply is an age-old restlessness that compels them to take flight.  Whatever it is, I'm always captivated by the sound of geese calling cohesively to their small flock as they wing their way south.  

For humans, however, the migration is different.  We often head towards unknown destinations, with no one in particular to follow, no flight-buddy who will drop out with us should we tire, no one to take the lead and block the wind, and certainly there is no cohesive 'honking' -unless, of course, your journey is by car.  Our motivation to relocate is also somewhat unique to our species as well -our boss needs us "over there," we're tired of shoveling snow, we want to be closer to our families (or further away in some sad cases), or others simply need a change of scenery.

My cause for flight is similar to the birds in that I need to eat, and I need to survive.  Unlike the birds however, my survival depends upon generating income -a thoroughly mind-boggling understanding that we are the only species on this planet who has to pay for the right to live here!

Anyway, after having spent 6 wonderful weeks learning lessons from the North American Black Bears last summer, I now am heading into the blue -literally.
Photo courtesy of Sea Life Park, Hawai'i
I have had only a few brief weeks of working with marine mammals in Denmark, and while the Grey Seals and Harbor Seals were highly entertaining, my new professor (below) and others like him, relish in the practice of 'training the trainers.'  I believe this may be why they always appear to be smiling!
The Professor

So, for a brief 5 months, I will be migrating south with the birds, leaving the x-country skis sitting idly by the door, and the birch wood fires warming only those I leave behind.  I will study Atlantic bottle nose dolphin and whale behavior, as well as learn about the care-taking routines and training practices for these graceful and spirited creatures.  I will come home each day to warm breezes, the sound of the ocean waves, and evening meals consisting of fresh tropical fruit, rice, and if I'm lucky, maybe a frozen fish or two from the morning's training session!

'Home' -for the next 5 months
Kailua Beach, Hawai'i

Lesson Learned:

Be it the silent snowfalls of Sweden
or the white, sandy beaches of Hawai'i, 
home lies within.




Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Tale of the Three Bears

Once Upon a Time, deep in a forest green, there lived three very spoiled -but loved black bears.  The largest of the three was named Brer Bear.  He was gentle by his nature, slow in his movements, but quick to observe and size up all the coming and going-ons of his territory from his favorite  abode.
Brer Bear - taking it all in
Brer Bear's favorite pastime was showing up for feedings.  He was a true crowd pleaser, and would often demonstrate the importance of good table manners and etiquette for all those who happened to pass by.
In a class all by himself
With all his social graces and charming disposition, Brer Bear still could not attract the attention of Lady Huff 'n chuff -the lovely cinnamon black bear he had known since his earliest childhood years.  She seemed to enjoy tormenting and teasing Brer Bear -especially during the months of May and June.  Every year it was the same, she'd parade about before his gaze, emitting the most alluring perfume, 'eau de cinnamon buns' -their eyes would meet, he'd follow her about, with his head in a cloud- only to be rebuffed and distanced by her backward glare and loud chuffing -it was too much to bear.  
Lady Huff 'n chuff
Being the true gentleman he was, Brer Bear settled into a routine of acceptance and understanding -after all, with 6 feedings a day life was good and he had few complaints.  


All was well for a few blissful months until his human caretakers decided to liven things up in his world.  Their idea of instant energy and motivation for greater activity came in the form of a small, 12 pound bear cub.
After 3 weeks of being contained away from the adult bears, the face to face introduction occurred.  Brer Bear, being both a curious and kindly sort, went over to investigate and introduce himself to this newcomer.  Oddly enough, the puny character ran right up a tree -coming down only to pick at the left-over food and then run right back up again.  It would be months before Mr. Mischief would work up the confidence to pester Brer Bear and Lady Huff 'n chuff and instill new life into their mundane existence.  

But once the games began, they were on-going & packed with trickery.  On land, Mr. Mischief could climb over, under, and around Brer Bear -and in the water, he perfected  scenes from "Jaws" with the ducks, taking time to occasionally splash his senior friend on the shore, hoping to entice Brer Bear in for a swim.  

Four years later, he still continues to endlessly invent games for both his own amusement, as well as for the amusement of all the guests who enter their home.

Such is life in the forest these days -two good friends who run circles around each other, and Lady Huff 'n chuff -who now has her hands full.

Lesson learned:
Accepting someone else's differences can sometimes allow for mismatched characters to  become the best of friends


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Brer Bear in the late afternoon sun ~ always lookin' for something to eat
The first two weeks at the facility have concluded, and I'm finally feeling as if the period of adjustment is now settling into a routine.  Along with getting to know the resident bears, I'm absorbing the inner-workings of the center, the personalities of the people behind the scene, and a ton of species-specific information.

I've set up 'home' in a small house which is wedged between a back alley and the local hiking trail that wraps around what is commonly called "Miners Lake."  In the 90 F heat / 190% humidity levels we've had this last week, I've passed the lake every day and wished to no avail for a swimmer-friendly beach to appear.  Unfortunately, it's a mirage -meant to torment even the most heat-resistant human being, as the water level is located 50 feet below a sheer drop off. Even if one could survive the impact from such a height, the anticipation of submerging into a cool, blue lake is lessened considerably by the florescent red color of the water ~ a reminder of the iron ore industry that once existed in this region of the country.  The deep, blue lakes, I'm told, are found further outside of town, so I'll wait for the next nice weekend to set off and explore.

The delicate Lady Slipper is found in abundance in the nearby forests
My days have been busy at the center.  I've immersed myself in doing bear observations -an ethogram to help the center track the activity levels of the bears, I've learned the mechanics of delivering food, and made a list of the high value vs. low value food sources.  Most importantly, I've written up a proposal that is intended to help the facility get their training program up and running.  I anticipate having to begin all over again in order to untrain much of what is in place.  I feel that by backing up, we'll be starting from a clean slate, and hopefully this will help re-establish consistency, as well as provide the training staff with the basics of operant conditioning. As it stands now,  the bears have had one year to effectively train the humans, so I  anticipate running into a few problems that are commonly associated with extinguishing unwanted behaviors.  

There is both a positive and negative side to my situation here at the facility: the negative, of course, is being the new kid on the block, who comes in with lots of new ideas and tries to present new information -and even though it is grounded in scientific theory and the practical application of learning principles, it still means a change for people.  I have already encountered the backlash, and have had to write up a proposal -in addition to obtaining approval from all department heads who will oversee the training program.  The positive? -that I am in a place where I am needed, and above all else, the bears will benefit.

Lesson learned: 
(a very valuable one, for me!)

Have a flexible guideline and shaping plan for humans when introducing a new program because:

No matter what you are defining as "a beginner's level,"
No matter how well you've simplified basic information,
if you meet up with resistance or backlash, 
you've come in too high.
Lower your criteria !!