Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thought I might share one or two that struck a familiar cord with me.
I had to laugh when this first one began. Notice that the fellow with the high voice is also the biggest man in the bunch. Go figure!
It doesn't get more smooth and mellow than this next one. ENJOY!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in,
their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
There are two lasting bequests we can give our children:
One is roots.
The other is wings.
Hodding Carter, Jr.
Let your heart guide you.
It whispers, so listen closely.
The Land Before Time
Every man dies.
Not every man truly lives.
If you were going to die soon
and had only one phone call you could make,
who would you call and what would you say?
And why are you waiting?
There are some people that if they don't know,
you can't tell 'em.
Be a good listener.
Your ears will never get you in trouble.
Enthusiasm is contagious. Start an epidemic.
( Seen on a Bumper Sticker )
Man's mind stretched to a new idea
never goes back to its original dimensions.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Unthankfulness is theft.
The trouble with being in the rat race is
that even if you win,
you’re still a rat.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often
when I loved, I did not say so.
You will never find time for anything. If you want time you must make it.
There are no short cuts to any place worth going.
The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do.
The hard part is doing it.
General H. Norman Schwarzkopf
When you come to the edge of all the light you know,
and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,
faith is knowing one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid to stand on,
or you will be taught how to fly.
Barbara J. Winter
Life isn’t a matter of milestones,
but of moments.
There are two ways of spreading light --
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
Common sense is instinct.
Enough of it is genius.
George Bernard Shaw
The measure of a man’s real character
is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.
The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy
to tell others how much they love them while they’re still alive.
Don’t postpone joy.
Persons thankful for little things are certain to be
the ones with much to be thankful for.
You grow up the day you have your first real laugh,
Don’t get your knickers in a knot.
Nothing is solved and it just makes you walk funny.
Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.
Gladys Browyn Stern
The only place you’ll find success before work is in the dictionary.
May B. Smith
All my life I’ve wanted to be somebody.
But I see now I should have been more specific.
We make a living by what we get,
but we make a life by what we give.
Sir Winston Churchill
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon,
but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Take heed: you do not find what you do not seek.
Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart
don’t know how to laugh either.
Sometimes it takes years to really grasp
what has happened to your life.
A closed mind is a dying mind.
It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way.
The best things in life aren’t things.
The difference between fiction and reality?
Fiction has to make sense.
The first sign of a nervous breakdown
is when you start thinking your work is terribly important.
It is never too late to give up your prejudices.
Henry David Thoreau
One who makes no mistakes never makes anything.
Yesterday is history,
tomorrow is a mystery,
and today is a gift;
that’s why they call it the present.
Do not save your loving speeches
For your friends till they are dead;
Do not write them on their tombstones,
Speak them rather now instead.
Behold the turtle.
He only makes progress when he sticks his neck out.
James Bryant Conant
Living is like licking honey off a thorn.
I got a simple rule about everybody.
If you don’t treat me right – shame on you.
Give sorrow words.
We never listen when we are eager to speak.
Francois, Duc de la Rochefoucauld
As a family group, we searched for a small eatery, close by, where one could get breakfast whenever no one here felt like cooking. We found such a place on SR-25 south, just before the Mt. Zion Road intersection. It's there on the right and you might miss it if you are not paying close attention. It used to be one of those rogue soft-serve ice cream joints that are peppered around most of the south.
Yes! The owner's nick name is actually "Cookie." She doesn't really do ALL of the cooking while they are open for business. She's a good, Christian woman who wants to get to know all of her customers, so much of the time you are there, she is visiting one table or another in between taking orders and serving hot plates from the kitchen. I recalled that at one time, they held Sunday Church services in the same building. Cookies serves breakfast and lunch but no dinner. Cookie has to have some time each day for being with the family and members of her churches congregation. The Church has been moving to larger buildings periodically as the congregation grows. The Church is of the Baptist persuasion. There are preachers in the family.
Wednesday morning we went over for breakfast. While there, we were informed that they are having a drawing (men only) in which a feller can win some Valentines Day candy and a nice card for the woman in his life. At the same time, we were made aware that they were soliciting a new slogan for Cookies that will be printed on the new menu that is in the works. Maureen came up with what I thought was a great one; I am prejudiced so my opinion doesn't mean much.
It was: Cookies, where the food is so good you feel like licking your plate.
She's fast mentally; I take a little longer now a days when it comes to creative thinking.
Just this morning I thought this one up: Cookies, where the home cooking is so good you might believe that your own Mother was in the kitchen.
The food is very good. It has to be or this family unit wouldn't be returning as often as we do. Cookies' philosophy is, if you don't see what you want on the small menu, discuss it with her and she'll try to come up with what you want. I know that because one of the dishes we came to like a lot could be found at Bob Evans. It's called a Country Biscuit Breakfast. Cookie knew what it was and created a similar dish just for us. It's still not on the menu. Maybe that's why she's having a new menu made, to accommodate that one and dishes some other customers have asked her to create.
One can always get a bowl of Pinto Beans at Cookies. Like I suggested before, her kitchen is a lot like your Mother's if you are "countrified" or "rural minded." She likes to play country music on a low volume so as not to disturb the few customers that are not of that mindset. George Jones is one of her favorite recording artists. She also plays some gospel music, Bluegrass Gospel of course. It's not everyone's cup of tea; an acquired taste.
So...Drop on over to Cookies Place if you are ever in this area of Northern Kentucky. That's around eight miles south of the Ohio River. Be careful! The river is at flood stage right now.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Certain dogs are prone to ear infections.
Solution: Keep them as clean as possible.
How does one do that?
Answer: Use some kind of ear wash. What kind to use is one of those choices dog owners get to make on their own or with the help of another.
I tried that. It worked for a few years and then stopped working for Jenny.
Searched out another type of ear wash.
DermaPet MalAcetic Otic 16 oz is what I decided on.
It worked and Jenny seemed to like it better.
Did you know that dogs can get ringworm? Well! The experts say they can.
How is it treated? Lord Honey, don’t go there unless you want to become too worried about catching it yourself to sleep peacefully at night.
I’ve learned a few things about fungal infections of the skin over the years. Wash the affected area and pat dry. Apply some kind of anti-fungal cream or ointment. REPEAT as often as needed to clear it up. That’s pretty basic medicine right there.
OR you might try what one, old, country Doctor told me to do about pityriasis. Which is:
Any of various skin diseases of humans and animals, characterized by epidermal shedding of flaky scales.
He said “Get you a bottle of vinegar, Apple Cider Vinegar is best and have a container of talcum powder ready. Remove all your clothes, get into a bathtub or large washtub tub and begin to apply the vinegar to all your body surfaces, soaking it well or until the vinegar runs out, whichever comes first. Allow the vinegar to dry.
Then, apply the talcum power liberally over all the same surfaces. Get dressed and go about your normal business.”
I smelled like a large pickle for a while whose odor was being disguised by a layer of talcum powder.
You know what?
It worked like a charm. One application and the rash that resembled ringworm disappeared.
Vinegar is simply:
An impure dilute solution of acetic acid obtained by fermentation beyond the alcohol stage and used as a condiment and preservative.
Notice that part of the name of the ear wash I decided upon is also “acetic”.
Turns out, certain fungi requires a perfect Ph condition in which to thrive. Applying vinegar (acetic acid) causes skin Ph to become very acidic. Talcum powder is very alkaline. Switching from one to the other suddenly has the affect of killing certain fungi, making it go away.
One day recently, I noticed some red rings on Jenny’s bare belly. Later I also found a patch of very red, angry looking skin under her left front leg. On humans that would be an arm pit. Jenny doesn’t shave her arm pits so that made it very difficult to treat it properly. I decided to trim her hair as short as I might risk during cold weather and then trimmed all the hair out from her left leg-pit. I tried cleaning it with that same ear wash because it was touted as a very good skin cleanser also. Her hair being shorter all over her body allowed me to inspect it for other outbreaks. I found three in all. One near her tail, just above and to the right of the rectum. I knew that area looked strange when I took her for a walk and let her walk me instead of the other way around. Most of the hair had fallen out due to the fungus infection. Then there was the belly spots and the large area in her leg pit.
I tried cleaning the areas and using some anti-fungal cream. That didn’t seem to be doing much after a day or two. So…I decided to use the old Doctor’s method.
A couple times a day I would dampen some baby wipes with that ear wash, clean all the areas very well and wait for them dry somewhat. Then I would dash on some baby powder and rub it in.
In a matter of one week, all the infected areas look GREAT. I still keep an eye on her just in case it should break out somewhere else. So far…So good!
Just thought I’d pass it along – FYI.
Also, I purchased three more bottles of that same ear wash just to keep around. I still use it as ear wash but you never know what might crop up. Dogs are funny that way. The price was right - $11.00 a bottle on sale.
DermaPet MalAcetic Otic 16 oz can be purchased through Amazon.Com should you desire to get some yourself. I can’t guarantee you what the price will be then but it’s worth whatever they charge.
I guess you can consider this post as a testimony of a good kind. For what it is worth.
Also, I will add that I took one of the 16 oz bottles, poured it into a plastic container with a resealable lid and periodically, I will give Jenny a good foot-washing in an attempt to ease this problem she has with some kind of bacteria invading the softer tissue behind her paw pads and between her toes. It does seem to be helping that.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I knew that diabetes was present in my family’s history. Why didn’t I believe it could happen to me too? Why didn’t I list the symptoms and do a search using my computer and have the results page throw up a warning flag in front of my eyes that I couldn’t ignore?
Would’ve – Should’ve – Could’ve…BUT DIDN’T.
There’s no going back. It’s a serious mistake. I don’t feel any better about myself knowing that thousands or perhaps millions of others do the same as I did.
SO…Today I continue to pay the price for believing that I was different; special and perhaps Immortal, immune to the afflictions that beset so many other human beings on this planet, in this nation.
I could list all the complaints I have today and everyday that I KNOW are related to the disease but I doubt that any of you really want to read such a list. You don’t; Do you? Who wants to know that there’s another miserable person out there? That information does little to reduce another’s own daily suffering. I know it never helps me at all.
I continue to live with it and try to enjoy life as much as possible. Believe me…It’s better than the alternative. I’ve seen what happens to those who choose to ignore the seriousness of diabetes. It’s not pretty and I don’t want to do anything that will take me there any quicker than is absolutely necessary.
I went to my Doctor yesterday. It was not a scheduled appointment. I had called his office a little over a week ago because I saw a reading on my glucose meter one morning that worried me a great deal. 258. The highest reading I’ve ever seen before that time was 175. That was bad enough. I like uniform, even numbers ranging between 90 and 120. That’s what I’ve become accustomed to over the last six years or so. Certainly I don’t want them going over 160. That’s the range my Doctor gave me as a positive goal. I’ve done very well at achieving said goal and feel self-satisfaction at being able to maintain it. I was so relieved to discover that the problem was related to some defect in my glucose meter, the test strips or my personal procedure technique. I've since returned the suspected devices to the manufacturer and they in turn supplied me with a new testing kit. Thanks Bayer, Inc. I had to purchase a new kit from my local CVS for twenty bucks because I couldn't do without one for the three to five days it would take to receive the replacement. I now have a spare...just in case.
My Doctor and I went over the latest lab report resulting from the blood I had drawn a few days back. No protein in my urine, cholesterol levels GOOD, A1C – 5.9. My Doctor added that his own numbers should look as good as mine. He has had a heart attack. Thank God, I’ve been spared that experience. My blood pressure was 127 over 77; in his words “You can’t beat that.” Blood flow in the neck was good, so was my heart and lungs. I complained about not being able to sleep well recently because my right shoulder ached and throbbed all night. He checked it out, putting me through a few movements and probing my shoulder with firm finger pressure while I moved it this way and that. I believe you have inflammation in and around the joint that may be the result of some common conditions in men of your age. I’ll give you a cortisone injection and see that helps. It DID and I’m very thankful. Slept well last night. Nowhere near the pain I’d been having. It’s all GOOD!
Then, before he released me with the usual paper work and words of encouragement, he moved closer to the examination table, purposely invading my personal space, leaned in a bit and said “Clarence, you can stop worrying about your diabetes. It’s as under control as diabetes gets for anyone. You are doing GREAT! I’m so glad that you are taking your disease so seriously. You may outlive me.
I felt pretty good when I left his office but I’m still worried about my eyes. I’m not sure the increase in the “floaters” I’m seeing in my left eye is due to diabetes. I’ve had that problem a long time. What with having cataracts in both eyes, plus the floaters, I fear that I’ve going to face serious vision problems in the near future. That would certainly SUCK. Putting my Suck-O-meter in the upper ranges.
My life isn’t GREAT but I’m thankful for what I do have.
I’ll leave you with a little advice. If you even suspect that you could have a blood sugar problem; PLEASE, I beg you, have it checked just to be sure. It’s so easy to do. Your Doctor can do it right in his/her office. They usually keep a glucose meter on hand. Or, perhaps you know someone or have a family member with the problem; they wouldn’t mind letting you use their testing supplies to check it yourself. If you do have a problem and catch it early, believe me, you’ll be thankful you did. I hope you are spared all the negative affects that I cope with daily. It’s too easy to detect. There’s no need for anyone else to suffer as I have.
FYI: Symptoms of Diabetes (Most common ones)
- Increased thirst
- Increased hunger (especially after eating)
- Dry mouth
- Frequent urination
- Unexplained weight loss (even though you are eating and feel hungry)
- Fatigue (weak, tired feeling)
- Blurred vision
- Loss of consciousness (rare)
One more comment: For a diabetic, there are few things worse than an undependable glucose meter. It's wrong on so many levels. Time to push the Panic Button and do what it takes to fix the situation.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Every time I start looking back at my past….I run into a parked car.
I don’t remember where I came across that little gem but it got stuck in my head and I thought I might as well use it. For some reason I just like what it says to me.
Is life best lived by having hands on the wheel at ten and two o’clock, being totally focused and aware of what is ahead a considerable distance and moving forward at a safe speed? That’s not how I drive most of the time, so why would I believe it is a good way to live life?
I have a windshield and three mirrors to use. My eyes are constantly moving from one to the other and back again. I must be mindful of what is behind me, what is in front of me and what is on either side of me as I move along. I’m not the only one out here on the road of life. I must consider what others are doing too or there is going to be a collision.
Today I spend the majority of my time in the slow lane. In my opinion that is the most dangerous place a person can be. There always seems to be someone else who is traveling along slower than me just ahead or there are those who are speeding down an on-ramp wanting to merge with the flow of traffic. Then, there are those who want to get off at the next exit and have waited just a bit too long to move over into my lane. All of those things cause me to need to adjust my forward progress.
For fifty-six years I traveled along in the fast lane. I was content to move along with the flow of traffic. Then I tried the middle of the road and for a time that was where I stayed. I had the option of moving either left or right as the situations changed just ahead. It was a comfortable place to be.
Today I sit on a wide shoulder along the road and watch as everyone else passes me by going to God only knows where. The windows are down, I’m sipping a hot cup of coffee from a plastic cup and there are good tunes coming from the speakers. When rush hour is over I will make my way back to the house and park in the garage. I will sit in the cool darkness and think about where I’ve been and what I accomplished.
It’s so good to be out of the rat race.
Eons ago I formed in the primordial ooze, a single cell at first and then I divided and began to grow into something new, something that had never existed before. After all this time I find that I am destined to return to where I began, become a single cell once more and slide back into the ooze from whence I came.
These words are a metaphor that represent something, but I’m not sure exactly what.
Can you see anything of value in them? Explain it to me…..Please!
Monday, January 18, 2010
I love this kind of weather in the middle of January. Two weeks of above freezing temps during the day and dropping down to the upper twenties at night. I’ll take all of it Mother Nature can dish out.
However, I’ve lived in northern Kentucky and the surrounding area for all my life and I know it won’t last until spring. Jay Leno makes celebs pay for their plugs and we will pay for this break before spring arrives. We ALWAYS do. I’m not hanging my hat on “global warming.” It’s a myth! In fact, the opposite may be more realistic…another Ice Age in the making.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I believe I saw Dances with Wolves the year it came out. That was in 1990. For ten years, if anyone should ask me, “What is your favorite movie” my automatic answer was Dances with Wolves. For most of those years, I had to watch it about every six months. I referred to that habit as “Getting my fix.” I began with a copy on VHS tape, fearing I could wear it out. To insure that wouldn’t happen, when it came out on DVD, I purchased a copy. Now we are up to Blue-Ray and I just know that it won’t be long before I’m two steps behind home viewing technology advances and in danger of being left in the dust with no way to sate my habit. However, now and then, it is broadcast on one of our cable channels. I felt better about the future.
Today, Maureen and I went to the Super-Deluxe cinema over at the Florence Mall to see “AVATAR” for FREE, thanks to our thoughtful, loving daughter.
Believe me when I tell you that I sat down at the computer to write what passes for a movie review for me, fearful that I might run out of words while trying to describe it to you. The old saying goes “don’t look behind you because that which you fear the most may be gaining on you,” and it was but this time, it caught me. Now, I don’t even know how to begin.
I honestly feel that you will come to regret it if you do not go to a modern theater to see it as it was intended to be viewed. We laughed at one point and cried a bit at another. That was a shock to me, for I certainly wasn’t prepared for that emotion. Most of the time we just sat there…awe struck and in a state of wonder over the fact that any number of professional movie makers were capable of producing such a spectacle.
We left the theater and once we had gotten into the little truck, we just sat there for a time repeating to one another…”Have you ever enjoyed any other movie that much before? Wasn’t it amazing? What about this part and what about that part?. etc.”
I started the little truck and got it headed in the general direction of our home but the conversation didn’t cease or even lag a little. It just seemed to gush out of us.
It finally did stop but that only lasted until we reached home and started telling Gail what she had missed.
On a scale of one to ten, it was a 15. That’s my opinion and I believe Maureen would agree with me.
Don’t wait! If you have any interest at all in this kind of movie…GO!
Sunday, January 10, 2010
You say you don't understand what I'm talking about?
Please scroll down to the next entry and take the time to read it for yourself.
This story needs to be shared. Warning! It may bring a tear or two for some. Get a tissue ready.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Most of those who visit any of my blogs today may not know or even be interested in my past experiences. That’s fine! It’s no big thing. But…this is my blog and I will write what I want to post here. Today I will be drawing from a life time of learning about RELIGION.
In the eyes of those who knew me as a Brother in Christ and fellowshipped with me for all those years I attended church services at any number of Pentecostal Churches, they could and might say that I am “Backslidden.” That word is not in my vocabulary today. I have used it in the past because it was a well accepted term used and understood clearly by other Pentecostals. I typed it; then looked at it and immediately questioned if I had spelled it correctly. I’m still not sure. What I am sure of is what the expression means to me. If you are “Backslidden” you are not where you once were in your relationship with Jesus Christ. OK! That’s me. I confess and admit it.
In my past life, I invested over 14 years in studying the Bible, in all of its many translations. The King James Version was my 1st choice. It’s the version I’ve heard preached and quoted from for all these years. I most readily relate to it. It’s more poetic sounding somehow. My ear is attuned to it. Whenever I recall a verse of scripture, it is the form I see and hear in my mind’s eye and ears. It simply feels right to me. That is the form the scriptures take when The Holy Ghost brings it to my remembrance.
Question: Is a person really backslidden if the Holy Ghost still communicates with them? I mean, some Pentecostals will have one going directly to hell when they die, Do not pass GO! Do not collect $200.00. And yet, it appears that The Holy Ghost is still with them! How can it be true?
Studying the scriptures may well enlighten one. It may also cause one to have more questions than they have answers for.
See the title of this post.
That is one of the areas I’ve never gotten straight in my thinking.
Here’s some data for you:
In the KJV of the Bible, the words “Holy Ghost” appear 89 times but not once in the OT.
In the KJV of the Bible, the words “Holy Spirit” appear 3 times in the OT and 4 times in the NT.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat and wondered why it is that at ever opportunity, people will substitute “Holy Spirit” for “Holy Ghost” even while they are in the process of reading it directly from the scriptures?
Why is that?
To this poor backslidden man, it seems that mankind couldn’t wait to change Ghost for Spirit in the first translation to come after the KJV. Could it be that those people have discovered that the men who translated the Bible for King James made and error and translated the Hebrew or Greek original scriptures incorrectly?
The following verses are from the BibleGateway.com. You may be familiar with them. In them, Jesus says that if you desire anything and ask it in “His Name”, either he or The Father will or may give it to you. I couldn’t pin it down to any exact quote using these references.
And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
John 14:12-14 (in Context) John 14 (Whole Chapter)
If ye shall ask any thing in my name, I will do it.
John 14:13-15 (in Context) John 14 (Whole Chapter)
But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.
John 14:25-27 (in Context) John 14 (Whole Chapter)
Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.
John 15:15-17 (in Context) John 15 (Whole Chapter)
And in that day ye shall ask me nothing. Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you.
John 16:22-24 (in Context) John 16 (Whole Chapter)
The reason I included the above scriptural references is so I could ask this hypothetical question”
Could it be that the reason some certain people have never received The Holy Ghost is because they have been asking for the Holy Spirit instead of the Holy Ghost in Jesus’ name?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Love is a subject so varied, and yet, so specific, depending on what area of life one makes reference to; it would be impossible to form a general opinion concerning it.
Love is an emotional adhesive, bonding people to people, people to things, people to places. There is love of money, love of country, love of God, Brotherly love, marital love, parental love, self love, Christian love, love of life, etc. The list is endless.
One thing is for sure; "Love Binds" when it is genuine. To separate one from a thing which is loved, another person which is loved, or a place which is loved, temporarily or permanently, is not a simple act of separation, putting some distance between the two, leaving each one whole and complete. It is a traumatic event, emotionally violent, tearing away some portion of the one which loves, leaving behind a person less than whole, who will experience some degree of emotional pain.
Love is an unstable element of life. It gives pleasure when binding two objects together, but mutates into a source of emotional torture during or after separation. If love is directed toward another person, and it is not returned by that person; love can transform into the bitterest kind of hatred.
Love is seldom passive or uncommitted. It is either precisely focused or dormant, waiting for some stimuli to spur it into action. It seems to come from an inexhaustible source deep within an individual.
Love can be like a wild fire, all consuming, ravenous in its appetite. It leaves ashes behind when it goes, it doesn’t take all evidence of its presence with it, like rain that has been dried up by the sun.
I don’t believe in love at first sight. I believe in attraction and lust. Love does not exist without reason. Love is not blind, but it can be stupid, illogical and irrational. It sees but it excuses, accepts, covers up and pushes aside without prejudice.
Love can exist where one would least likely expect to find it and yet, it can be noticeably absent where one might expect it without exception. Love is an enigma, a conundrum; a force that defies understanding and comprehension. It cannot be pigeon-holed.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Because Maureen goes outside so often to smoke, she has many more opportunities to observe more of the goings on in our neighborhood. I do wish she was as considerate of herself as she is of myself and Gail. So far, it has been a very cold January here in Kentucky. I can only imagine how difficult it is for her to continue to spare us and the house, but Maureen has always been thoughtful like that. The story which follows only serves to reiterate the accuracy of the fact.
Several times over the past week, Maureen has come back into the house and commented how she had been seeing this strange, white dog wandering our area. She couldn’t tell the breed from a distance but she stated that it looked a lot like an American Eskimo dog. She classified it as “strange” only because she could not recall seeing it before. There are several dogs that do wander about freely and often but somehow they continue to elude the Dog Wardens that patrol this area from time to time and sometimes more frequently, as in when someone calls them and complains. I will confess, I’ve been guilty of it in the past.
American Eskimo dogs are of special interest to us since Jenny had one parent that was of the breed.
Today, around three this afternoon, Maureen called from work and said she was ready to be picked up. I turned of the TV and got ready to leave. Jenny was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She knows what it means when the phone rings that time of day and Mom hadn’t been around all morning. She simply loves to go get Mommy from work. Today though, both Jenny and Gail were waiting for me to come down. Gail was dressed and ready to go. She had to pick up some prescriptions from the CVS drug store. It was in the same little shopping mall where Maureen works and not out of the way at all.
Once there, I dropped Gail off and continued down to where Maureen usually waits for Jenny and I. I circled the lot and parked out front to wait for Gail.
Back at home, we got our cups of fresh coffee and went to the living room to chat and sip for a time. Maureen took her cup and stepped out onto the patio. When she returned, she once more commented on seeing that white dog. It was then that Gail recalled seeing a poster on the wall outside the drug store asking if anyone had seen this dog. There was a picture included and Gail said she remembered because the picture looked something like Jenny. As these kind of situations often will play out, Maureen looked out the living room window and there was the very dog she had been seeing off and on. Gail, Jenny and I all saw it too. Jenny was the most vocal about it. She was at the window, barking for all she was worth. Suddenly, the dog was joined by one of the Boxers that seems always to be running the streets around here.
Maureen wondered out loud…”Do you suppose there is any chance that this dog could be that very dog?” She suggested that perhaps she should call Annie at CVS and ask her to get the phone number from that poster so she could call the one looking for their dog. It’s funny how events like this one go down at times. Most of the time, it’s unproductive and a waste of time and effort but something was nagging Maureen on the inside. Might we call it “intuition” or some other equally mysterious, female trait? I for one am a believer in such manifestations. I’ve had many of my own and Maureen’s have proven to be more accurate most of the time.
Annie has always struck me as a very caring person. She proved once more that my impressions of people are usually correct. She took time out of her busy work day to get that number for Maureen.
Maureen called the number right away and as the universe would have it, the person was at home and very excited to hear that someone might have spotted their lost dog. She told Maureen that she was headed right over to search for the dog. Maureen told her that she would get dressed and walk around a while to see if she could spot the dog again. The woman on the phone told Maureen that her dog’s name was “Kilo” but she would be surprised to find out that he came to any stranger trying to call him. That woman doesn’t know Mrs. Dr. Dolittle. That’s what we often call Maureen. She is an animal Whisperer. They all seem to love her right away.
Maureen was dressed and out the door. Later Gail says she saw this dark colored car passing up and down our street. She assumed that could be the dog’s owner. She assumed correctly we were to find out when Maureen returned. I told Gail I saw Maureen walk back past the house, heading toward Delphi Ave and I thought I heard her call out “KILO!” as she did.
At some point, Maureen and that lady met up and talked a while. Maureen says she suggested that the woman go over to Bright Leaf Bypass and into the subdivision since the dog seemed to be headed that way. Maureen returned home because she was getting very cold after being out for so long.
Some more hot coffee and Maureen was recovering body heat while she filled us in on what she had learned. Seems Kilo ran off with another one of the family dogs. That other dog returned home later but there was no sign of Kilo. That was on the 22nd of December. This is January 5th. That’s about two weeks of running wild for Kilo. We wondered where Kilo was getting food and water. Water might come from the local creek down by the main road. Personally I don’t know how the dog made because it has been so cold of late. I guess it’s good that Kilo is an American Eskimo.
I for one could sense that something good was about to happen. I don’t know how to explain it, but everything was falling into place. Everyone was so excited and cooperative. Maureen must have been feeling that way too. I could hear it in her voice as we discussed everything relative to the event.
Soon, the phone rang and it was the good news we were all hoping to hear. The woman had followed Maureen’s suggestion and sure enough, there she spotted Kilo, sitting on the sidewalk, just inside the subdivision entrance. She called to Kilo and Kilo ignored her. She got out of the car and took a step or two toward Kilo and Kilo charged her and all but jumped up into her waiting arms.
Maureen said she could hear the sounds of family members rejoicing in the background as the woman thanked her endlessly for her involvement in Kilo’s return home. The lady told Maureen her oldest daughter broke into tears a few times Christmas Eve and Christmas Day because she missed Kilo so much and was so worried about him.
It was some time before Maureen could stop listening to the family celebrating and shouting “Thank You!” loud enough for Maureen to hear. Maureen was wearing this extra wide smile when she hung up the phone. Then, this little family did some celebrating of our own.
It was so great to have that happen. Now, as for me…I’m going to call it Destiny.
Maybe it’s no big deal to some of you but we know how we’d feel if Jenny got out and ran off for two weeks. I know; it’s just a dog to some, but to this family and many others I’m sure, it’s like having a lost family member come home.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Is anyone else as confused about our calendar as I am about spelling it correctly? So help me, it took three tries before I got it right.
I suppose Bible study was how I first became aware of how screwed up we have gotten our method of tracking time. Before that, grade school history class kept me guessing as to what century I was living in at the time.
The problem really came home for me this morning as I watched Sunday Morning’s news program our DVR had recorded for us yesterday. They spoke of detailing all that had transpired during this first decade of the 21st Century. I had to count the passing years since New Year’s Day 2000 to fully comprehend that the first decade of the 21st Century had been accomplished at the end of 2009.
I suppose that fact alone indicates that I’m kind of dense and not really with it. Besides, math has never been my strongest subject.
I have a similar problem when I attempt to calculate someone’s age. My own age is easy. I was born in l940, so on my birthday of 1950 I was ten years old. Are you following me here? I know…it’s no problem for most of you out there.
Visiting the graveyard on Memorial Day and attempting to translate the age one died at as indicated by the dates on the headstone is difficult and often embarrassing should I verbally state the results of my mental math to someone else present there with me when they correct me either plus or minus the number I had arrived at.
So, would someone please reassure me that I am correct when I cautiously state: “Even though the date is January 4th, 2010, we are actually four days into the eleventh year of the twenty-first century?”
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Maureen and I were watching Fox and Friends, Sunday edition this morning. They went to the topic of the young man who tried to detonate his underwear bomb as the plane he was on approached Detroit.
Maureen hates Obama for breathing. I voted for the man and I’m sorry to say, he has become a huge disappointment to me.
She says “I guess Obama and his crew will turn him over to our legal system, get him a free lawyer and waste thousands of taxpayer dollars guaranteeing him his civil rights.” Both of us declared in unison…”What civil rights. He’s not a U.S. citizen.”
I suggested…”If there were any justice in this world, he would be placed before an assembly of news cameras, have an explosive device of some kind affixed to his body and at some counted down point in time, detonate it where all could witness it.” Film at eleven!
He wanted to sacrifice himself for some Jihad purpose. He should get his desire and the justice he deserves. I for one would be sated.
Obama – The PEACE President my eye.
Do you think our enemy would hesitate to make an example of one of our captured soldiers and video tape themselves cutting off his head and showing it on TV?
I’m sick of our government trying to suck up to our enemies.
If Obama hopes to be reelected in 2012, he’d better start doing a better job of defending our country.
Lets not overlook the fact that if said terrorist had been successful he would have killed all the people and crew on that plane, not to mention some untold number of others on the ground as the pieces of that plane fell to earth. We KNOW he is guilty. Why does he deserve a trial?
Friday, January 1, 2010
Just typing that date felt strange. 2010…Can you believe it? WOW!
When I was born, back in Oct of 1940, the date meant nothing to me. I wasn’t aware of much at that age.
As time passed and I gradually became aware of ME and the world around me I accepted the fact that I may not see the next century, let alone make it to the end of the current one.
Like most young people, I thought I was immortal for many years. I can’t recall when that changed, but change it did and from then on I set my life time goal to no more than 40 years. The end of 1980 was upon me before I knew it. Time to slide the old goal post further out in front of me.
The events that occurred during the years between then and this day could fill many books that few devote readers would sacrifice their precious time reading.
I’ve tried to share it all with the rest of the world. I will keep on trying but I fear all my efforts are in vain.
I no longer know why I am so driven.