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C-4 Wednesday, August 1, 2018 The Press-Dispatch HOME LIFE TO ADVERTISE: Call: 812-354-8500 Email: ads@pressdispatch.net Visit: 820 E. Poplar Street, Petersburg Deadline: 5 p.m. on Monday Katiedid vs... by Katiedid Langrock Memory climb Youth First Today by Jordan Beach, Youth First, Inc. Adult friendships: Is it worth the effort? PINA COLADA ZUCCHINI BREAD By Monica Sinclair Do you have an abundance of zucchini this year? If so, you will need a way to use that up if you can't find anyone to take it. One of my favorite ways to use it is to make zucchini bread. While I have put recipes in for zucchini bread before, I found another version that I must try, and I can make it in a little over an hour. Enjoy! INGREDIENTS • 4 cups all-purpose flour • 3 cups sugar • 2 teaspoons baking powder • 1-1/2 teaspoons salt • 1 teaspoon baking soda • 4 large eggs • 1-1/2 cups canola oil • 1 teaspoon each coconut, rum and vanilla ex- tracts • 3 cups shredded zucchini • 1 cup canned crushed pineapple, drained • 1/2 cup chopped walnuts or chopped pecans DIRECTIONS 1. Grease and flour three 8x4-in. loaf pans; set aside. 2. In a large bowl, combine the flour, sugar, baking powder, salt and baking soda. 3. In another bowl, whisk the eggs, oil and extracts. 4. Stir into dry ingredients just until moistened. Fold in the zucchini, pineapple and walnuts. 5. Transfer to prepared pans. Bake at 350° for 45 -55 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before re- moving from pans to wire racks. Source: tasteof home.com MEALS IN Monica's MINUTES Share your favorite recipe! www.facebook.com/mealsinminutes Monica's Meals in Minutes PO Box 68, Petersburg, IN 47567 mealsinminutes@pressdispatch.net FACEBOOK MAIL EMAIL Thinking back to childhood, it's fun to remember those friendships that helped shape us into the person we are today. Sometimes, if we're really lucky, we are able to maintain those relation- ships through our teen years and even through adulthood. We seem to have less time for friends as adults, and our ability to develop and maintain new friendships seems to become more difficult over time. You've grown up. You have a career, a spouse, children, and your life is full. Sometimes, even with all of these won- derful aspects of your life, it can feel like something is missing. It is possible that you miss the pla- tonic bond you once had with friends. You need someone outside the walls of your own home to talk to, share hob- bies with, and help you feel complete. We know that having friends is im- portant, but who has time to maintain friendships? If you're like me, you have a laundry list of things you need to ac- complish every day, and making new friends is not on the top of that list. Is it even necessary to have adult friendships? The answer is yes. Hav- ing adult friendships actually benefits your health. Having friends helps to reduce stress and anxiety. Having people who are there for you during both good times and bad also helps you to cope with life situations and gives you a sense of belonging. According to the Mayo Clinic, those who have strong friendships later in life have longer, more fulfilling lives than those of their peers. Making friends as a student is easy. School is a common place where you meet every day, allowing those rela- tionships to flourish. How exactly does one make friends as an adult? First, let me say this gets easier as your children get older. Once your children are in activities, you again find yourself surrounded by adults who have similar interests, and you will be spending lots of hours to- gether at places like the practice field, band competition or dance studio. But it is important that these friend- ships are deeper than the carpool line. Once you find other adults you enjoy, you're going to have to work to main- tain that relationship. This might seem counter-intuitive. You're thinking, "But these friendships are supposed to be helpful and enjoy- able, not extra work." The truth is — it's both. It's extra work to schedule time to spend with people who are outside of your immediate family. The payoff for that, though, is fulfilling relationships that help you grow, provide you with a support system, and live happier and longer. This column is written by Jordan Beach, MSW, school social worker for Youth First, Inc., a local nonprofit ded- icated to strengthening youth and fam- ilies. This fall, Youth First will provide 54 Master's level social workers to 74 schools in 10 Indiana counties. Over 60,000 youth and families per year have access to Youth First's school social work and afterschool programs that prevent substance abuse, promote healthy behav- iors, and maximize student success. Tractors, Trailers & Equipment Auction with Mowers & Vehicles August 4 • 8:30 am est TRACTORS & IMPLEMENTS: 2007 New Holland 30/50 Boomer Tractor w/loader, cab, 617 hrs, has 4 attachments, including Rhino box blade, Land Pride rotary mower, Farm King grader blade and Land Pride RTR1274 rotary tiller; Case 800 tractor; Massey Harris Pony tractor w/cultivators; 1939 John Deere B; IH M w/loader; AC WD 45; 2 bottom plows; Case disc; Cushman Truckster. TRAILERS: 1991 Wabash 48' storage trailer; 1972 Dorsey 35' storage trailer; 1994 Star aluminum horse trailer; (3) 20' Gooseneck flatbed trailers; utility trailers; livestock trailer; 1991 International school bus w/ dsl. 7.3; 1981 International S-Series 466 DSL Rollback (nice). MOWERS & EQUIPMENT: Scag Turf Tiger; Toro Z Master; Dixie Chopper; 72" cut Dixie chopper; like-new Toro walk behind; Husqvarna zero-turn; lots of push mowers; pressure washers; concrete screed(- like-new); stone concrete screed; upright air compressor; tracks for Uni-loader; 16hp. Honda generator; 16 hp. Honda air compressor; building full of commercial radial arm saws, tools, siding and trim from a contractor closeout. COLLECTOR CARS: 1951 Packard 400; 1960 Buick Electra w/hard top; 1961 Ford Falcon; and much more. Owner: surplus items from Richard's Small Engines and others. We are also accepting consignments until ursday before auction. Note: is is a very brief listing. Watch website for photos and updates, www.graberauctions.com. We will run multiple auction rings. Terms: Cash or check w/proper I.D. Credit Card w/3 percent cf. All items sell "AS-IS" and must be removed within 10 days after auction. Graber Auctions ~ 812-254-2220 Mark J. Graber - AU19400133 Auction held at Graber Auctions: 1382 S. State Rd 257, Washington, IN Hundreds of items, including: tractors, trailers, tillers and expecting over 100 vehicles with company trucks; retired government cars; service trucks; Chevy 1-ton flatbed; SUVs, cars and more. "I used to be interesting." I got too used to saying that. It's part of the reason we moved to the wild. The memory of who I was — camping under the stars, rappelling down cliff sides, hiking into the vast nothingness — was still too clear to ignore. It hadn't drifted into the misty haze of happen- ings long past — you know, the place where one can't be sure whether one experienced adventures personally or just read about the adventures, such as toilet papering your crush's backyard. No, the memories were clear, and they were calling me. Funny thing about getting older. Your memories may stand the test of time, but your motivation? Yeah, not so much. This past week, I was in the Virginia mountains, surprising my dad for his birthday. We sneaked in while he was in the bathroom and were sitting on the couch in the hotel suite, eating pop- corn, when he returned. He jumped out of his skin and then laughed so hard tears squirted out of his eyes. But his jump was the smallest of the trip. The resort where we were staying is meant for active families, with moun- tain biking, a water park, river tubing, golf, zip lines and much more. But there was only one thing on my must- do list: rappelling down the highest mountain peak's cliff side. I begged my little brother to go with me. We filled out the paperwork, signed our lives away and waited for the first of many chairlift rides to get up to the highest peak. In line for the lift, there was a clear view of a free-fall drop activ- ity. The resort had erect- ed a climbing wall with a platform at the summit. From there, the presum- ably suicidal would hook their harnesses to a bun- gee and jump. I watched in awe as kids flung themselves off the platform and trusted that the bungee would gently deliver them to the large mattress be- low. The adults, however, seemed di- rectionally challenged. They would move their bodies as if they were about to jump forward into the air but, mi- raculously, would wind up going 5 feet backward, their butts landing hard on the platform. It was as if a force was pushing them back and screaming, "Not today, old man! You want to live! " Clearly, the adults wanted to jump. They thought they could jump. They had climbed up a huge wall in order to do so. But here they stood, or more accurately, crashed down onto their butts, trembling in fear. Some cried as the kids waiting in line behind them chanted, "Jump! Jump! Jump! " The image seared into my mind as the chairlifts carried my poor break- able body to the top of the mountain. "I used to be interesting," I found myself saying to the 21-year-old who was explaining how to abseil. "I used to do this." "That's cool," he replied. "Most old people get here, freak out and wish they had done it in their youth because they're too freaked to do it now." I asked him why he thought older adults like me have a harder time. "Brittle bones? " he replied. The instructor explained how I was supposed to hold on to the rope by my hip and just lean back. "Just lean back," I repeated, "over that cliff." "Hold the rope tight and you won't die," he said. And just sit on the air like Wile E. Coyote before he plummets to his death." My face must have blanched. "I thought you said you did this be- fore," he said. I told him I had. A ton. But that was nearly two decades ago. "Oh," he said. "Then don't do it. You were smart and had adventures when you were young and had the nerve. Most people who give up now will nev- er get to say they've done it. I'll take your harness off." I thought of those kids chanting "jump," and I flung myself off the mountain. My butt didn't hit anything but air. The rest of me didn't get so lucky. My arms, legs and shoulders are covered with scrapes and bruises from when the rope flung my body back in- to the cliff after I spitefully jumped off. Small price to pay for the taste of an old self. Like Katiedid Langrock on Facebook, at www.facebook.com/katiedidhumor.