kyburg: (HAHAHA)
In Killer Whales and Humans, Older Moms May Be Best.

The researchers didn't find any direct benefit of menopause for mothers (or grandmothers), but they did find an impact on the survival of calves: Calves born to older mothers had a 10 percent higher survival rate than other calves.

"We found that the oldest mothers may also be the best mothers," Ward said. "Older females may be more successful in raising young because of maternal experience, or they may allocate more effort to their offspring relative to younger females," which are splitting their attention between their calves and mating.


*snickers*
kyburg: (HAHAHA)
In Killer Whales and Humans, Older Moms May Be Best.

The researchers didn't find any direct benefit of menopause for mothers (or grandmothers), but they did find an impact on the survival of calves: Calves born to older mothers had a 10 percent higher survival rate than other calves.

"We found that the oldest mothers may also be the best mothers," Ward said. "Older females may be more successful in raising young because of maternal experience, or they may allocate more effort to their offspring relative to younger females," which are splitting their attention between their calves and mating.


*snickers*
kyburg: (HAHAHA)
In Killer Whales and Humans, Older Moms May Be Best.

The researchers didn't find any direct benefit of menopause for mothers (or grandmothers), but they did find an impact on the survival of calves: Calves born to older mothers had a 10 percent higher survival rate than other calves.

"We found that the oldest mothers may also be the best mothers," Ward said. "Older females may be more successful in raising young because of maternal experience, or they may allocate more effort to their offspring relative to younger females," which are splitting their attention between their calves and mating.


*snickers*

Aw, frack.

Oct. 19th, 2007 02:46 pm
kyburg: (grief)
Little brother's girlfriend? Yup. 44 years old, and pregnant - is pregnant no more.

It would have been nice to be parents at the same time.

*sigh*

What a wakeup call.

Aw, frack.

Oct. 19th, 2007 02:46 pm
kyburg: (grief)
Little brother's girlfriend? Yup. 44 years old, and pregnant - is pregnant no more.

It would have been nice to be parents at the same time.

*sigh*

What a wakeup call.

Aw, frack.

Oct. 19th, 2007 02:46 pm
kyburg: (grief)
Little brother's girlfriend? Yup. 44 years old, and pregnant - is pregnant no more.

It would have been nice to be parents at the same time.

*sigh*

What a wakeup call.

Yup.

Sep. 17th, 2007 09:40 am
kyburg: (grief)
Nine years today.

He never saw Y2K. 9/11. Cowboy Bebop. iPods, iPhones, multi-gig microprocessors, wireless networking, hybrid cars like the Prius, Alton Brown....

I wonder what he'd make of it all.

Something tells me he wouldn't have stayed a Republican.

He'd have found the wii fascinating.

Not fair.

And I wonder what he would have done, had he stayed healthy and in engineering. I always do.

I'll pull out some kirsch tomorrow night or something.

Still miss you, husband. And I resent that the memories keep stretching further and further into the past. I really do.

Yup.

Sep. 17th, 2007 09:40 am
kyburg: (grief)
Nine years today.

He never saw Y2K. 9/11. Cowboy Bebop. iPods, iPhones, multi-gig microprocessors, wireless networking, hybrid cars like the Prius, Alton Brown....

I wonder what he'd make of it all.

Something tells me he wouldn't have stayed a Republican.

He'd have found the wii fascinating.

Not fair.

And I wonder what he would have done, had he stayed healthy and in engineering. I always do.

I'll pull out some kirsch tomorrow night or something.

Still miss you, husband. And I resent that the memories keep stretching further and further into the past. I really do.

Yup.

Sep. 17th, 2007 09:40 am
kyburg: (grief)
Nine years today.

He never saw Y2K. 9/11. Cowboy Bebop. iPods, iPhones, multi-gig microprocessors, wireless networking, hybrid cars like the Prius, Alton Brown....

I wonder what he'd make of it all.

Something tells me he wouldn't have stayed a Republican.

He'd have found the wii fascinating.

Not fair.

And I wonder what he would have done, had he stayed healthy and in engineering. I always do.

I'll pull out some kirsch tomorrow night or something.

Still miss you, husband. And I resent that the memories keep stretching further and further into the past. I really do.
kyburg: (Ooops)
Ghad, I wish it was something sexy like air or water. Seriously.

Again, something - or things plural - have come to me, to be reborn in to new lives. This just keeps happening to me - I give up explaining it.

I speak of helping my BIL clean out his late mother's garage on Saturday. The one where Sis said she had never - in thirty years - seen the back wall of.

And some bright penny opened their yap (I think it was me) and suggested we try to put some of the items, if anything of value was unearthed, to the "we help you sell on eBay" group.

A pile grew. Four, actually. One, for me (that small list is strange in and of itself, and I'll get there with pictures soon), two, for BIL (natch), three, for eBay - and four - everything else.

Sis had already filled the dumpster by the time I got there - and they easily could have gotten one three times its size.

A set of Funk and Wagnall's, circa 1949 - had already hit the dumpster before I could save it. Complete set, mind. Nearly mint condition - never been used. Had been in storage for more that thirty years. NOT USED.

I went through box after box, treating contents with a bit more care methinks. But with something the other players didn't have.

Emotional detachment. Sure, I knew the players - just tuck this little fact away and it'll make more sense. This woman had five children, three of which pre-deceased her. (One stillborn, one suicide, one by diabetic complications.) Of the two surviving children, one married Sis (and is absolutely wonderful), the other has a drug problem and was living at home when she died. Got that? The house will be sold - and the brother who really could benefit from having it, can't take it over.

It's not going to end well, but that's not the point of this story.

We ended up getting a U-Haul truck Saturday to cart this stuff for eBay off. I just got back from there.

They didn't take it all, of course. So now - I have to find homes for what's left.

But some, yes - they did.

I know there are folks on my list - so speak up.

I have:

8-track tapes. Two boxes full. You want, I ship them all. No - I ain't going to inventory them. You want, you get - period.

In the same vein, I have a box of vinyl LPs. I'm going through them myself tonight. (Anyone want?)

There are two electric can openers, new in the box (old units, but not used).

A new VCR - in the box.

Locals, I have a ton of glassware you're welcome to ask me for. There are two rather hideous UNIQUE end tables with marble tops - on top of elephants. They stand about 2 - 3' tall. Nice end tables for someone - somewhere.

I have books to find an estate person to handle. Some, I'll bookcross.

The idea of holding a yard sale crossed my mind - quickly - and left just as quickly as it came. I have no place to STORE this stuff.

And the truck has to go back today.

Yes, I may freecycle some stuff. Storing it is the problem.

But yet again - people have brought me things to find new lives for. To be remade - in some cases. Renewed.

And in the end? To get a peaceful passing from one life to the next - such as it is.

*ACHOO* In the end - it's all dirt. Yeah - the stuff is COVERED in it, too.
kyburg: (Ooops)
Ghad, I wish it was something sexy like air or water. Seriously.

Again, something - or things plural - have come to me, to be reborn in to new lives. This just keeps happening to me - I give up explaining it.

I speak of helping my BIL clean out his late mother's garage on Saturday. The one where Sis said she had never - in thirty years - seen the back wall of.

And some bright penny opened their yap (I think it was me) and suggested we try to put some of the items, if anything of value was unearthed, to the "we help you sell on eBay" group.

A pile grew. Four, actually. One, for me (that small list is strange in and of itself, and I'll get there with pictures soon), two, for BIL (natch), three, for eBay - and four - everything else.

Sis had already filled the dumpster by the time I got there - and they easily could have gotten one three times its size.

A set of Funk and Wagnall's, circa 1949 - had already hit the dumpster before I could save it. Complete set, mind. Nearly mint condition - never been used. Had been in storage for more that thirty years. NOT USED.

I went through box after box, treating contents with a bit more care methinks. But with something the other players didn't have.

Emotional detachment. Sure, I knew the players - just tuck this little fact away and it'll make more sense. This woman had five children, three of which pre-deceased her. (One stillborn, one suicide, one by diabetic complications.) Of the two surviving children, one married Sis (and is absolutely wonderful), the other has a drug problem and was living at home when she died. Got that? The house will be sold - and the brother who really could benefit from having it, can't take it over.

It's not going to end well, but that's not the point of this story.

We ended up getting a U-Haul truck Saturday to cart this stuff for eBay off. I just got back from there.

They didn't take it all, of course. So now - I have to find homes for what's left.

But some, yes - they did.

I know there are folks on my list - so speak up.

I have:

8-track tapes. Two boxes full. You want, I ship them all. No - I ain't going to inventory them. You want, you get - period.

In the same vein, I have a box of vinyl LPs. I'm going through them myself tonight. (Anyone want?)

There are two electric can openers, new in the box (old units, but not used).

A new VCR - in the box.

Locals, I have a ton of glassware you're welcome to ask me for. There are two rather hideous UNIQUE end tables with marble tops - on top of elephants. They stand about 2 - 3' tall. Nice end tables for someone - somewhere.

I have books to find an estate person to handle. Some, I'll bookcross.

The idea of holding a yard sale crossed my mind - quickly - and left just as quickly as it came. I have no place to STORE this stuff.

And the truck has to go back today.

Yes, I may freecycle some stuff. Storing it is the problem.

But yet again - people have brought me things to find new lives for. To be remade - in some cases. Renewed.

And in the end? To get a peaceful passing from one life to the next - such as it is.

*ACHOO* In the end - it's all dirt. Yeah - the stuff is COVERED in it, too.
kyburg: (Ooops)
Ghad, I wish it was something sexy like air or water. Seriously.

Again, something - or things plural - have come to me, to be reborn in to new lives. This just keeps happening to me - I give up explaining it.

I speak of helping my BIL clean out his late mother's garage on Saturday. The one where Sis said she had never - in thirty years - seen the back wall of.

And some bright penny opened their yap (I think it was me) and suggested we try to put some of the items, if anything of value was unearthed, to the "we help you sell on eBay" group.

A pile grew. Four, actually. One, for me (that small list is strange in and of itself, and I'll get there with pictures soon), two, for BIL (natch), three, for eBay - and four - everything else.

Sis had already filled the dumpster by the time I got there - and they easily could have gotten one three times its size.

A set of Funk and Wagnall's, circa 1949 - had already hit the dumpster before I could save it. Complete set, mind. Nearly mint condition - never been used. Had been in storage for more that thirty years. NOT USED.

I went through box after box, treating contents with a bit more care methinks. But with something the other players didn't have.

Emotional detachment. Sure, I knew the players - just tuck this little fact away and it'll make more sense. This woman had five children, three of which pre-deceased her. (One stillborn, one suicide, one by diabetic complications.) Of the two surviving children, one married Sis (and is absolutely wonderful), the other has a drug problem and was living at home when she died. Got that? The house will be sold - and the brother who really could benefit from having it, can't take it over.

It's not going to end well, but that's not the point of this story.

We ended up getting a U-Haul truck Saturday to cart this stuff for eBay off. I just got back from there.

They didn't take it all, of course. So now - I have to find homes for what's left.

But some, yes - they did.

I know there are folks on my list - so speak up.

I have:

8-track tapes. Two boxes full. You want, I ship them all. No - I ain't going to inventory them. You want, you get - period.

In the same vein, I have a box of vinyl LPs. I'm going through them myself tonight. (Anyone want?)

There are two electric can openers, new in the box (old units, but not used).

A new VCR - in the box.

Locals, I have a ton of glassware you're welcome to ask me for. There are two rather hideous UNIQUE end tables with marble tops - on top of elephants. They stand about 2 - 3' tall. Nice end tables for someone - somewhere.

I have books to find an estate person to handle. Some, I'll bookcross.

The idea of holding a yard sale crossed my mind - quickly - and left just as quickly as it came. I have no place to STORE this stuff.

And the truck has to go back today.

Yes, I may freecycle some stuff. Storing it is the problem.

But yet again - people have brought me things to find new lives for. To be remade - in some cases. Renewed.

And in the end? To get a peaceful passing from one life to the next - such as it is.

*ACHOO* In the end - it's all dirt. Yeah - the stuff is COVERED in it, too.
kyburg: (aging well)
Yesterday, I had both hands full going out the door to work - and forgot my car keys, hanging on their hook. I realized it the moment I closed the door and had the requisite 'OH SHIT" moment.

I've replaced windows on the house - but the older ones, I have window locks on. If I want to get in that way, I have to break glass. Not good enough if I want to actually, yanno, get to work on time.

But the I remember the new ones on the back of the house, which are normally left cracked open. Because of the new egress requirements, those windows swing open -

To get there, I have to jump the new fence. The one that's 10' high, no slats. No problem - I pull the car up to the gate, hop onto the hood and hop the fence, landing with absolute grace on the other side. Feet didn't even sting.

And shinnied in through the open window, after popping the screen off.

(Made mental note to never leave those windows open again.)

I got to work on time, without so much as scratching the paint.

To get out of bed in the morning? Because my spot is the side next to the wall, getting out of bed often requires something approaching child pose - largely because I also try to make the bed as I get out of it. (I'm lazy that way.) Fold legs under self, reach for the blanket and duvet - pull - and squirm out of bed. I think about this later and realize nobody else I know can bend this many extremities that way.

About the only time I can't keep up with Jim's stride is if I'm carrying more than twenty pounds. I'm 5'6" - he's 6'4" and it's all legs in the difference. He can take an 5' stride - and I keep up with him.

This is not what I expected to be approaching 50. I thought - eh - I'd have arthritis and be slowing down some. Like, getting old or something. Something.

This morning, I looked in the mirror and saw sparkly. I have VERY straight hair, so having really shiny SHINY hair isn't news to me - but looking closer, oh. A couple of silver ones - very short. New hair.

Okay. I got sparklies for my hair and I didn't even have add chemicals to do it. COOL. When it finally gets all this color, it's going to be awesome - *twinkle twinkle twinkle*

Nah. This is going to ROCK.
kyburg: (aging well)
Yesterday, I had both hands full going out the door to work - and forgot my car keys, hanging on their hook. I realized it the moment I closed the door and had the requisite 'OH SHIT" moment.

I've replaced windows on the house - but the older ones, I have window locks on. If I want to get in that way, I have to break glass. Not good enough if I want to actually, yanno, get to work on time.

But the I remember the new ones on the back of the house, which are normally left cracked open. Because of the new egress requirements, those windows swing open -

To get there, I have to jump the new fence. The one that's 10' high, no slats. No problem - I pull the car up to the gate, hop onto the hood and hop the fence, landing with absolute grace on the other side. Feet didn't even sting.

And shinnied in through the open window, after popping the screen off.

(Made mental note to never leave those windows open again.)

I got to work on time, without so much as scratching the paint.

To get out of bed in the morning? Because my spot is the side next to the wall, getting out of bed often requires something approaching child pose - largely because I also try to make the bed as I get out of it. (I'm lazy that way.) Fold legs under self, reach for the blanket and duvet - pull - and squirm out of bed. I think about this later and realize nobody else I know can bend this many extremities that way.

About the only time I can't keep up with Jim's stride is if I'm carrying more than twenty pounds. I'm 5'6" - he's 6'4" and it's all legs in the difference. He can take an 5' stride - and I keep up with him.

This is not what I expected to be approaching 50. I thought - eh - I'd have arthritis and be slowing down some. Like, getting old or something. Something.

This morning, I looked in the mirror and saw sparkly. I have VERY straight hair, so having really shiny SHINY hair isn't news to me - but looking closer, oh. A couple of silver ones - very short. New hair.

Okay. I got sparklies for my hair and I didn't even have add chemicals to do it. COOL. When it finally gets all this color, it's going to be awesome - *twinkle twinkle twinkle*

Nah. This is going to ROCK.
kyburg: (aging well)
Yesterday, I had both hands full going out the door to work - and forgot my car keys, hanging on their hook. I realized it the moment I closed the door and had the requisite 'OH SHIT" moment.

I've replaced windows on the house - but the older ones, I have window locks on. If I want to get in that way, I have to break glass. Not good enough if I want to actually, yanno, get to work on time.

But the I remember the new ones on the back of the house, which are normally left cracked open. Because of the new egress requirements, those windows swing open -

To get there, I have to jump the new fence. The one that's 10' high, no slats. No problem - I pull the car up to the gate, hop onto the hood and hop the fence, landing with absolute grace on the other side. Feet didn't even sting.

And shinnied in through the open window, after popping the screen off.

(Made mental note to never leave those windows open again.)

I got to work on time, without so much as scratching the paint.

To get out of bed in the morning? Because my spot is the side next to the wall, getting out of bed often requires something approaching child pose - largely because I also try to make the bed as I get out of it. (I'm lazy that way.) Fold legs under self, reach for the blanket and duvet - pull - and squirm out of bed. I think about this later and realize nobody else I know can bend this many extremities that way.

About the only time I can't keep up with Jim's stride is if I'm carrying more than twenty pounds. I'm 5'6" - he's 6'4" and it's all legs in the difference. He can take an 5' stride - and I keep up with him.

This is not what I expected to be approaching 50. I thought - eh - I'd have arthritis and be slowing down some. Like, getting old or something. Something.

This morning, I looked in the mirror and saw sparkly. I have VERY straight hair, so having really shiny SHINY hair isn't news to me - but looking closer, oh. A couple of silver ones - very short. New hair.

Okay. I got sparklies for my hair and I didn't even have add chemicals to do it. COOL. When it finally gets all this color, it's going to be awesome - *twinkle twinkle twinkle*

Nah. This is going to ROCK.
kyburg: (aging well)
Having dinner with [livejournal.com profile] catsonmars last night, I am reminded that we often have to add a dimension to discussions we have about people, places or things - that, of time, plain and simple.

Biologically? Oh sure. I'm old enough, he's young enough - he was born right around the time I graduated college. I've met his Mom - she's less than 10 years older than me.

We were talking about the Olympics in Los Angeles (Did you know we're up for bid for the 2012 games? I didn't.) in 1984 - he has baby pictures, I have total gripes. (I had been laid off the week before they began and couldn't attend a single event due to poverty...and couldn't even LOOK for another job until they were over. Suck, is what that's called, and I remember it well.)

And then we effortlessly shift to interpersonal trash-talking, and I get to brag about my catch in spouses - in comparison to someone of my same age group having less luck (and I've had both kinds, so I have plenty of sympathy).

Somehow, the age difference disappeared. Yeah, it exists - to explain how I ended up having more Life experiences. Just that, and that alone. It's so nice to be able to talk without it sounding like some kind of contest, to be honest.

And that's all. He knows a shitload more than I do about a lot of things (the music he brings over just one of them), and that's not any issue at all either. (I'm grateful, you want to know the truth.) It's nice - to find there is more than one way (besides the conventional 'beat you over the head with it' method) to approach the whole 'being significantly older' thang. It's the equivalent of a shrug. *whew*

My age is the one thing I can do nothing about. I can work harder, I can study and learn new things, I can practice and improve skills I already have. I can put more money in the piggy bank. What I can't change is how many things are stored between my ears (and I have a reasonably good memory, which doesn't help here), and a ready eagerness to share them. I can't tell you how much time and effort I've been spared by someone telling me something I didn't have first-hand experience with...that's how that I operate. I do as I've been taught, and as I was given. It's called cheating in some circles, in others it's called money from home. In others? It's turned into bitter competition as it was perceived as boasting. More often than I care to mention, and equally bewildering in the bargain.

What a relief. I got to point out a whole band of Red Hats during Art Night last week - (not the kind that immediately jump to mind, pity) - the kind that are fashioned after the old saying "when I grow old, I'm going to wear purple...with a red hat that doesn't go." You see these guys coming, run the other way. They are nuts. They're also having a blast - and it was a moment when there were people who were older than all three of us that night that we could, as a group, go whooo about.

It's tricksy, this mid-forties thing. You think everything is done before you're thirty, you're not paying attention. Trust me on this one. I can definitely do better in how I present that information (being too forthcoming with it has been a huge problem in the past...I'm hip), and if I sound like it's all just as easy as falling off a log and no big whoop - because I've done it - I haven't done a good job of giving that information out, pure and simple.

I still have some growing up to do. I'll get better at it - but thank the Maker for people who act as touchstones and practice grounds. Quite by accident.
kyburg: (aging well)
Having dinner with [livejournal.com profile] catsonmars last night, I am reminded that we often have to add a dimension to discussions we have about people, places or things - that, of time, plain and simple.

Biologically? Oh sure. I'm old enough, he's young enough - he was born right around the time I graduated college. I've met his Mom - she's less than 10 years older than me.

We were talking about the Olympics in Los Angeles (Did you know we're up for bid for the 2012 games? I didn't.) in 1984 - he has baby pictures, I have total gripes. (I had been laid off the week before they began and couldn't attend a single event due to poverty...and couldn't even LOOK for another job until they were over. Suck, is what that's called, and I remember it well.)

And then we effortlessly shift to interpersonal trash-talking, and I get to brag about my catch in spouses - in comparison to someone of my same age group having less luck (and I've had both kinds, so I have plenty of sympathy).

Somehow, the age difference disappeared. Yeah, it exists - to explain how I ended up having more Life experiences. Just that, and that alone. It's so nice to be able to talk without it sounding like some kind of contest, to be honest.

And that's all. He knows a shitload more than I do about a lot of things (the music he brings over just one of them), and that's not any issue at all either. (I'm grateful, you want to know the truth.) It's nice - to find there is more than one way (besides the conventional 'beat you over the head with it' method) to approach the whole 'being significantly older' thang. It's the equivalent of a shrug. *whew*

My age is the one thing I can do nothing about. I can work harder, I can study and learn new things, I can practice and improve skills I already have. I can put more money in the piggy bank. What I can't change is how many things are stored between my ears (and I have a reasonably good memory, which doesn't help here), and a ready eagerness to share them. I can't tell you how much time and effort I've been spared by someone telling me something I didn't have first-hand experience with...that's how that I operate. I do as I've been taught, and as I was given. It's called cheating in some circles, in others it's called money from home. In others? It's turned into bitter competition as it was perceived as boasting. More often than I care to mention, and equally bewildering in the bargain.

What a relief. I got to point out a whole band of Red Hats during Art Night last week - (not the kind that immediately jump to mind, pity) - the kind that are fashioned after the old saying "when I grow old, I'm going to wear purple...with a red hat that doesn't go." You see these guys coming, run the other way. They are nuts. They're also having a blast - and it was a moment when there were people who were older than all three of us that night that we could, as a group, go whooo about.

It's tricksy, this mid-forties thing. You think everything is done before you're thirty, you're not paying attention. Trust me on this one. I can definitely do better in how I present that information (being too forthcoming with it has been a huge problem in the past...I'm hip), and if I sound like it's all just as easy as falling off a log and no big whoop - because I've done it - I haven't done a good job of giving that information out, pure and simple.

I still have some growing up to do. I'll get better at it - but thank the Maker for people who act as touchstones and practice grounds. Quite by accident.

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