We’ve heard that Nisti K Delgroothe is up to more than writing a memoir! Oh boy! What is Nisti K up to?
I have started a challenge that has grown faster than the subject of the challenge!
How does this work?
If you already started a garden YOU can be in the challenge!
If you are willing to plant ONE thing you consume–fruit, vegetable, herb–YOU can join the challenge!
If you are willing to plant ONE fruit or vegetable even in a container (clay pot, milk jug, or barrel, etc) YOU can join the challenge!
I see someone shaking their head! I hear someone saying they don’t think they can do it? Well, you won’t know until you try! Just select one item, maybe a favorite fruit or vegetable, and give it a try!
Do you need encouragement?
Let’s see if this helps >>>The picture compilation above shows the fruit and vegetables I harvested in my garden last year!
I don’t have much experience! I did it! And I believe YOU can too (if you want to)!
Is there a sunny window in your house, condo or apartment?
Do you have a sunny area in your yard?
( One person who accepted the challenge is growing their vegetable at a relative’s house since a sunny spot for their container plant is a challenge at her apartment!)
The other day, my friend informed me that 11/12/2013 was a few days away. Honestly, I hadn’t thought about the date until then, but when she told me I wanted to do something memorable. I instantly said, ‘Hey! Wouldn’t it be cool if I finished my memoir?’ We agreed it would! But, being a realist I accepted the truth and told my friend that finishing it was an improbability. Now that I think about it, we discussed this all while finishing the photo for the memoir’s cover! Backwards?!
Anyway, this morning I woke up, checked the time and noticed the date. I then began to wonder: What are the odds? I began a quick Google search, but didn’t quickly find the answer and decided it might be more fun to play with the odds than to record them. So, here I go with the flow: 11-12-13…14!
I have no idea what the odds are of 11-12-13 occurring on our calendar, but I do know it is a rare occasion in the 21st century. These mathematical occurrences don’t happen often and are spaced many years apart. So, here are a few fun ideas on how you can enjoy a rare day!
14 things you can do on 11-12-13
Spend 14 minutes giving God thanks for specific things or people in your life and reading Scripture.
Send 14 friends or family you haven’t talked to in awhile an email or text to let them know you love and appreciate them.
Spend 14 minutes indulging in a book you just haven’t had the chance to read. This can be family read out loud time!
Allow yourself 14 little treats–or 1/4 cup.
If you have kids, tell them THEY are going to be able to make a family decision. Announce that you’ll all have 14 uninterrupted minutes of family fun time. NO CELL PHONES, COMPUTERS, OR TEXTING ALLOWED! Give them 14 minutes to decide, then GO with it!
Take a 14 minute walk.
Spend 14 minutes indulging in a hobby you haven’t had a chance to enjoy!
Exercise for 14 minutes.
Do 14 NON selfish gestures for others. Keep count! Open a door, let someone get in line in front of you,…
Set a timer for 14 minutes and do some Fall Cleaning!
Set a timer for 14 minutes and clean out that drawer or closet you’ve been wanting to get too.
Call an older person and check on them. I don’t dare say 14 minutes.
Sing your favorite, most uplifting songs for 14 minutes straight!
Donate $14 to disaster relief in the Phillipines, or a hunger relief program that serves the US and/or overseas.
Spend 14 minutes writing a fun list of 14 things you’d like to do today! (Okay, that’s 15 items! I know! Couldn’t resist!)
Ooops! My timer just went off. Yep, you guessed it! It was for set for 14 minutes! I kinda went over…but before I go, please note that many of these items can be a family event or something you enjoy with friends! If you go over the time limit, stay in the moment, you are probably enjoying yourself! Whatever you choose to do, have fun with 11-12-13! If you’ve liked this post and some of the tips, check out my Nisti K News page on Facebook. If you like it, please “LIKE” it! My goal was to help 14 people have a little more love in their day! Hope I succeeded! If I did, please let me know!~Nisti K
Yesterday, I sat on my deck but I couldn’t focus on my assignment (quantitative analysis). It was due to the tapping that I heard– metal. Are they preparing for “her” last day? I wondered. The sound went away, but my focus drifted across the creek.
They planned to bring her down at 8:00am on Sunday. I was scheduled to be somewhere else and share my Haiti experience with others. And I did.
I didn’t rush to her side; I knew I would see her soon enough. After lunch and errands, I picked up my dog and we went for a ride. Filled with anticipation, I turned the corner. A gasp rushed past my lips. She didn’t look like I had expected.
Others drove by and marveled, too. Her elevator shaft still stood, and the memories of her better days flooded my mind. I had taken that elevator up to the penthouse floor when the doorman let me in to make a delivery to a family friend. It seemed luxurious–beautiful furniture centered in the common area, and a breath-taking view of the city. Doorman. Delivery. Family friend. Breath taking views. That was then.
An Allisonville Road resident, Steve, stood near the demolition border by me. He commented on my dog’s striking looks and then we shared memories of the Towers. Steve agreed that Lindner’s Ice Cream was across the street and then he paused and remembered that they had ‘great ice cream!’ They did.
We then recalled that Keystone Towers was a micro-city on its own– you parked your car at home, walked down the hall and got groceries, and could even take care of personal business. Phone company offices were there. That’s where my sister worked and I parked in the shade of the upper level’s parking deck, secured for residents. I vaguely remember a doctor or dentist being located there too. I try to confirm the businesses with others, but their memory is scanty. Some thought it was too grand. And, perhaps it was. But there were businesses. Jobs. Activity. Life.
Sunday, the gray dust under my feet and the piles of concrete–pieces and slabs– jolted my memory back two weeks to the heart wrenching site of Haiti’s earthquake rubble.
Port-Au-Prince leaves you wondering: where has all the restoration money gone? People wondered the same about the Towers.
Long ago, and after a tax sale, the promise of renovation waved on banners from her roof top, yet more broken windows and debris were the only new things found. I will never forget the evening I drove by to check for progress (I live nearby) and saw engulfing darkness broken by a brightly shining light…on an upper floor. I squinted and stared. No, it wasn’t a reflection. How could only one light be on? Why was the only light way up there? Not a trail of lights anywhere, just that light, up there. My creative mind took over and the scene for a suspenseful mystery evolved. I drove off, never forgetting that bright light in the midst of darkness that swallowed those who dared to come.
There are news reports that say one of the former owners of the Keystone Towers was found guilty of mortgage fraud. When the Keystone Towers fell prey to hands and lips bent toward corruption, the flow of her demise never stopped, and her grand doors gapped, unsecure, to all the negativity we hear about in her past–a shooting, drug activity, and all manner of sin.
Yet, while by her side on Sunday, I met Steve and we talked about fond memories and ice cream, and there was the couple who introduced their dog to mine. And Monday, I met another man named Stephen, and his boys-Luca and Theo.
We swapped stories and I peered over Theo’s head as they showed me their video of the snatch down of the Towers’ elevator shaft. (Thanks again for letting me share this, Stephen! Theo, I agree with you. It was coooool! Luca, thanks for being concerned that I could see the video.)
Strangers talked and shared with one another. Others drove by. People smiled. That was Monday.
And on Monday, we all agreed, the Tower’s site is a place with great potential. It is already bringing strangers together in good-natured ways. The negative past is falling like the dust she stirs as more of her falls. As the Towers resist forces meant to destroy, a greater sense of community builds.
On this beautiful Tuesday morning, it was fitting that the last I saw of her was a cloud of dust.
I turned to take a photo of the surroundings, and voices of women walking on Fall Creek’s trail filled the air. A black man cast his bait into Fall Creek, while an Asian man leaned against the trail’s bridge and slowly looked around. A white man, dressed in yellow and black riding gear, pedaled across the creek’s bridge. Diversity. Recreation. No fear.
Fall Creek Greenway, located across the way from the Keystone Towers demolition site.
One can only hope that the City of Indianapolis will keep their commitment and ask for development proposals, and give the community a voice into what can become of the grounds. If the City needs help gathering ideas, I stand ready. I have already enjoyed the charm of the Keystone Towers grounds.
Sparkle in the eyes,
Laughter from the gut,
Wonder that transcends time and place…
These are a few traits that I adore in children; one day I hope to write an article, story, or book that evokes any or all of these responses in them.
In my work with children I’ve seen the range of joy in their life, but I’ve unfortunately also seen heartache, illness, and pain. I don’t yet have a story that makes them smile or laugh through the rough spots, but I do what I can to help. And today I am encouraging everyone who reads this, that you can too!
If it only took 4 seconds each time, and an occasional drive, would you help?
It takes roughly 4 seconds to remove the most resistent beverage can tab and place it in a storage container. I have been collecting beverage can tabs for many years and it does become second nature. It might take a few wiggles, but it is worth the effort when I know it is helping sick children and their families.
Your local Ronald McDonald House Charities benefits from these beverage can tabs (tabs, not cans) that are turned into much needed funds for the Ronald McDonald House, Family Room (at the hospital), or Care Mobile (provides access to healthcare in vulnerable communities). Why don’t I just let Ronald explain:
Collecting beverage can tabs can be a fun personal project, or one that involves your family, church, or community group. For more information on the beverage tab collection program in your area click:
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