OK, so I still have the dog. I have named him Toby. He isn’t sure about what that word means: “What? Is that a new command, something to eat”. Once again I’m creating a life story with dialogue for this little guy (see previous blog post: Someone;s Life Story.
So the point is that I get a little frustrated by some of his actions that are obviously learned through his life time with his original family. I guess I think that if he had been mine early on I wouldn’t have allowed this behavior or that action. Sort of like adjusting to a life partner? Anyway, I am thankful that he is house trained and that he likes to go for drives in the car (wish he would stay in the back seat though). I am NOT happy that he tried to have sex with my cuddly blanket! What is the appropriate time to allow until I can consider him mine and then, take him to the veterinarian to be neutered? Any thoughts on that?
I have a dog – may be my dog but for right now I’m providing a loving foster home. He was found wandering the streets. People in the neighborhood were questioned but nobody had seen him before.
He was taken to the local veterinarian office to see if he had a chip that could be scanned for owner information but, alas, no chip AND someone had brought him to the office earlier that day to be scanned. That person was doing a good deed to help locate the owner but when that information wasn’t available, the dog was apparently released to find his own way home. I feel sad for his lost family. If no one comes looking for him, I’ll be his new family. Does he have feelings of sadness, abandonment? I’m sure he does – and, if I was his family, I would be very anxious and sad not knowing what had happened to him. He does love being a country dog. And, he takes me for a walk every day!
I bought a new cellphone this month. Needless, to say, this has been a bit of a challenge! First, researching the phones, touching them, deciding which one was best for me and then, actually adjusting to all the new features. My outgoing cellphone was a bit of a dinosaur. This blog is NOT about cellphones but about changes and challenges. Life is a challenge from birth on to the end! Most of us do not remember learning to walk or talk but those must have been. huge challenges. I recently read a quote that stated “obstacles in the path are NOT obstacles, they ARE the path”. When I was young, our telephone looked much like the one above except it was mounted to the wall. My family was on a “party line” with other households (I truly don’t remember how many but could be from 3 to 10). At first, each home had a distinctive ring pattern (i.e. 2 short and one long) but eventually modernized to ringing only at the proper home. When needing to use the phone, one always had to listen to be sure that some other party was not utilizing it. Sometimes, for excitement, I would pick up the phone as quietly as possible just to hear if there might be some juicy gossip. I”m quite sure that I was not the only one to do this – caught my mom holding the receiver once and she made a shushing motion at me! Then came single lines, push button phones, answering machines and on and on. I have seen my children face so many challenges and march forward anyway; sometimes in that old one step forward, 2 steps back cadence, but that’s life. I am so proud of each of them. Be ready for change and accept the challenge–you can do it!
Mother Nature has decided that Oregon’s beautiful transition from summer to fall be postponed (hopefully not cancelled). The weather has jumped from summer straight to winter-cold, , grey, stormy, wet and windy. My mood matches the weather! Mostly the grey part. I’m an optimist and usually have a smile on my face. It just always surprises me when somebody is mean. That meanness pulls me down into a dark cavern. The couch calls to me with its warm, comforting pillows and blanket and cuddles me through the darkness. I have to force myself to get up and do the things that need to get done. This darkness doesn’t last long so I don’t count it as “real” depression. I have learned that others try to help you through it with encouraging words and that special attention is appreciated and listened to and digested but I’m the one that has to actually pick up my blanket and walk. I read the following quote this past week and it helped me:
You can choose to let it define you, confine you, refine you, outshine you, or you can choose to move on and leave it behind you.
Hugs help, too.
This is my Dad.
He lived to be 91 but he thought he was 100 years old when he had his last birthday as that had been his goal and he was getting a little confused but that’s ok. Anyway, I want to talk a little bit about getting old. At a Bible Study that I attended one evening last week, my intestines were very noisy! Quite sure that my friends thought that I was speaking in tongues or something as my insides squeaked, groaned and grunted. It was a little bit embarrassing but I remembered what my Dad said one time when he broke a bottle of vanilla extract in a store – “i’m too old to be embarrassed”. So much goes on during the aging process that one just really needs to be open minded about it and carry on. For Instance, unlike bones and muscle, our ears, nose and feet continue to grow as we get older. The ears are made up of cartilage, a flexible connective tissue which, unlike bones, continues to grow until we die. Cartilage also becomes thinner with age, causing the skin to stretch and sag, so the ears stretch down and the tip of the nose lengthens and droops. Meanwhile, our feet become longer and wider with age, as the tendons and ligaments that link the many tiny bones lose elasticity. This allows the toes to spread out and the arch of the foot to flatten. Oh, joy!
But on the upside, the older you get, the more easily you may find yourself getting tipsy, thanks to physical changes in the body, says pharmacist Stephen Foster. ”As we get older, the rate at which the liver metabolises or breaks down alcohol slows down. It also takes longer for the kidneys to excrete broken down alcohol from the body. ”As a result, alcohol stays in the system for longer so it takes less time to feel its effects.” A study at the University of Kentucky found that older adults (aged 50 to 74) who are social drinkers can become impaired by alcohol after only one or two drinks. So I’m saving money in that department and maybe I could be considered a cheap date!
Seems like everyone is jumping on the blog wagon – you know, that expression that means to join a growing movement in support of someone or something, often in an opportunist way, when that movement is seen to have become successful. The expression originates from the mid 19th century, simply as the name for the wagon that carried a circus band. Phineas T. Barnum, the great showman and circus owner, used the term in 1855 in his unambiguously named autobiography The Life of P.T. Barnum, Written by Himself, 1855. Then, when I struggle with something to write about, I feel as though I have fallen off of the blog wagon because I haven’t written for awhile.
But, is that right, because “being on the wagon” is usually when you have given up something and I’m not really giving up blogging, just uninspired at the moment?
The ‘wagon’ in this expression refers to the water wagons used to sprinkle water on the streets to keep the dust down. During the times of Prohibition in the 19th century, men often climbed onto these wagons and took an oath they would give up alcohol and drink only water. This gave rise to the expression ‘to be on the water cart/wagon’; it was later shortened to ‘on the wagon’.
When these individuals broke their pledge and started hitting the bottle again, they were said to have ‘fallen off the wagon’.
So would falling off the wagon indicate that I’m blogging or that I’m not blogging at the moment? Perhaps I’m chasing after the wagon? Aaiii, the complexities of blogging !