My Ice Bucket Challenge misgivings

I’ve been trying to put my finger on why the ice bucket challenge bothers me so much, and I’m starting to figure it out.

Before I get into that though, you need to read this: http://www.macleans.ca/society/health/why-the-ice-bucket-challenge-is-bad-for-you/

(AP Photo)

(AP Photo)

I agree with *most* of what Scott Gilmore says here, but I’d like to make an amendment. He argues that since ALS is a rare disease, “research is not an especially great need in public health.” For anyone who doesn’t know someone with a rare disease, I suppose it would be natural to assume you’re doing a better good by giving your money to research a disease that kills more people. On the flip side of the coin—as someone who knew children with a rare disease—I understand how helpless and heartbreaking it feels when you realize there’s no cure and virtually no funding for research to find one.

(To me, this popularity argument feels like it falls in the same category as all the donations that flooded in for the families of the victims of 9/11, but the far fewer donations for, say, the families of the victims of the bombing of the USS Cole. Wasn’t it basically the same premise? Weren’t the USS Cole lives just as valued?)

So my suggestion to you: If you feel your money would be better spent on a more prevalent disease, please, donate all you can. No disease is a good disease. On the other hand, if you know someone who suffers from any rare disease, maybe consider donating to an organization like the Global Genes Project. Or better yet, go ahead and pick your own. If you decide on the ALS Association, just know that you really don’t need to be “nominated” to be able to donate.

Off my soap box now.

Down in the Dumps

I have friends, I swear.

Well, maybe I used to have friends, sort of, but little by little they seem to be slipping away. One has pretty bad arthritis in her back that has had a domino effect on the rest of her body. It’s difficult for her to get around, so we don’t see each other so much anymore. One is moving back to California to be with her kids and grandkids. And Sandy, well, Sandy went and died on me in January, and that hasn’t quite sunk in yet.

Today I drove past Sandy’s on my way to say goodbye to the friend who’s moving to California, and I saw her husband working on their house. I guess it’s just his house now. I didn’t stop in to see Sandy enough when I had the opportunity, and I couldn’t stop today to see her husband because I was on schedule to see somebody else.

I suppose that’s the kind of attitude that got me here in the first place.

I sent a small (very small) gift card to an old grade school friend for her birthday today. She’s turning 50. (When did that happen?) The card said something like, “Have a Panera lunch on me. If you made it this far, you deserve it.”

I don’t know. I’ve felt so dumpy this week. Is it because I’ll be 50 myself in a few months? I don’t think so. At least, it doesn’t feel like it. Maybe because I’ll be 50 without a whole lot of professional accomplishments to show for it? I guess that would turn it into a midlife crisis, and this doesn’t feel crisis-ish just yet. Although some glimmer of hope on the professional side would work wonders on my mood.

Maybe a little more concentration on the professional side then. More drawing. More painting. More illustrating the kinds of books that make me giggle.

It’s a proven fact you can’t grow old as long as you’re giggling.

Big Savage Tunnel (Great Allegheny Passage bike trail)

Keystone Viaduct

Went for a bike ride on the Great Allegheny Passage today. We started in Meyersdale and rode through the Big Savage Tunnel. This is the Keystone Viaduct, which is closer to the Meyersdale end.

Big Savage Tunnel

And here’s the entrance to the tunnel heading east. That teeny tiny little light at the far end is the other end. It’s 3,294.6 feet long, and was named after a man named John Savage who was almost cannibalized in 1736. What a thing to be remembered for.

Big Savage Tunnel

The inscription on both ends reads that the tunnel was built in 1911. It was restored in 2003 for bike trail use.

Big Savage Tunnel

Yeah, we went in there.

And then a rainbow happened

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On the way home tonight a very bright rainbow happened
—with purple, which never happens.

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And if that wasn’t enough, it became a double!

Bike the Great Allegheny Passage

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Biked the Great Allegheny Passage from Rockwood, PA to the Pinkerton Tunnel, near Fort Hill. (The standard action shot.)

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“Pinkerton 1911” engraved above the tunnel.

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Inside the tunnel itself. They’re raising funds to open it. Right now it’s closed with a path to get around that extends over a mile. Every dollar donated will be matched with an additional $17. Donate online: atatrail.org/pinkerton