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New Home

I gave it up for this, my favorite quote from It’s A Wonderful Life,

Bread that this house may never know hunger, salt that life may always have flavor, and wine, that joy and prosperity may reign forever.

As my friend read the note I pulled out the bread, salt and a bottle of wine. That was her family’s gift. Plus some of my homemade soup and dog treats.

I am so happy for them as they’re out of a townhouse and into a home. I recall a wonderful lunch with two old friends, now gone, of one’s parents who had 500 acres of land and a home well within it. Neighbors complained about noise and were told “then get off our property!” Yes, he was West Point, my other friend was Annapolis, both high up, and they had a $10 bottle of wine at stake at the annual Army/Navy game. They are both gone now, heaven rest them. They’re probably still betting on The Game.

A home is something to dream for achieving those dreams means one has roots. Dee

 

Snowflake II, The Wonder Kitty

I was a volunteer trainer of fellow volunteers. I went out and purchased a bean bag cat and had his ear “tipped” by the tippers and showed my volunteers how do deal with an anesthetized feral cat, how to carry and transport them safely into their carriers to wake up and go back and not repopulate the feral community. Stats said that two cats can make 420K cats in seven years. Trap, neuter, release is my chosen path. Plus education so people don’t leave their kittens at a rec center or throw them out a car window behind a fast food place.

The bean bag kitty, Snowflake, had about as much muscle control under anesthesia as the cats did, which was good but it took extra care. Think about picking up a newborn and cradling the head. A newborn child, awake, had much more muscle control than an anesthetized cat. When we married and left town to places that shoot feral cats, I left Snowflake The Elder for the Volunteers.

One day the SFSPCA was there filming the large spay/neuter operation (pun intended) and they liked my volunteer speech using Snowflake. They had me do it over while the volunteers went to work, then I ran to Transport where I was needed. I’ve never seen the film however my butt must be in it somewhere!

A few weeks ago I got a pair of toy kitties on sale from Easter. A white Snowflake II for my office bookshelf as a remembrance, and a grey kitty for the baby downstairs. If he doesn’t like it, perhaps he’ll give it to his blind dog. They’re labeled bean bags but have very few beans in them. Zoe would chew them up and make a mess in an instant so she can’t get to them now!

I tried to get you a photo of the new Snowflake II but new computer, monitor, phone it cannot be done right now. All I can say is that if there is a feral cat spay/neuter program it’s worth a contribution, if not check out your local no-kill shelters. Volunteer! Dee

 

 

 

 

Mentors

We talked a lot about it late last night, about having great family and friend mentors, but very few and far between business ones. It has been an uphill climb for each of us in the business world.

It was a long conversation that ended before we fell asleep.

We did not get to our abilities to mentor others. I believe that is our next conversation. Cheers! Dee

I’ll Get You, My Pretty

And your little dog, too! Yes that would be the Wicked Witch, Miss Gulch, as Dorothy and Toto, who were sentenced to his demise after he got into Miss Gulch’s flower garden and Dorothy begged Aunty Em and Uncle Henry to save Toto.  Oh, yes, then there was a huge tornado…. spoiler alert! Ok kids, this film was released just a few years ago. Earlier than Star Wars! We used to go to our tech neighbor across the street who had the first color tv in the neighborhood, to see the film turn to color.

Dorothy and Toto journeyed to The Wizard of Oz in 1939. So did Scarlett and Rhett that year in Gone With The Wind. We spent a day watching Gone With The Wind a couple of weeks ago. It was a two-day event. I have seen both several times over the years.

We have a an old little dog, twice the size of Dorothy’s Norwich terrier Toto so we would have to make travel arrangements to Oz by other means than bicycle, balloon or dream, perhaps space travel. Oh, my husband might be with me because as I can get in the Emerald City door by charm, he is the one to quickly decipher the codes to the Emerald City that will let Dorothy, and us, go home.

Puppies, dogs go, ours is old and healthy at over 13 years. She is a treasure to our lives and hearts. She was kind enough to mentor a nearly three month-old pup for a weekend. I call Zoe the Dowager Princess of Dogs. All I can say was that the pup was a handful.

I am exhausted, but she’s a smart gal and given the right direction she will find her own way. This was an unusual case of two professionals getting a young pup and leaving it alone. I tried to help but only had a weekend and couldn’t help with behavior problems as I’ve been ill and have a bit of blood loss from bites and possibly tetanus to deal with. I still love dogs, just had to take care of that little pup who reminded me of my volunteer days with feral cats and my mind may say, today, I’m too old for another pup. That’s sad. Dee

ps Toto was an inspiration to me for how to adopt from a shelter and have a kind companion, so was Dorothy who saved so many people.  We might adopt an older dog later on with {I cannot say the word without) my old girl. With the pup, I dealt with household involuntary or voluntary gastric enterprises. Not me. Angry, scared, unsocialized with other dogs and people (only the young pup, mine is a mascot around here), our pets need help. Not $250 per night to stay with my pet for six hours and then give her two brief walks per day. I want care, and we don’t even spend that much for our hotel and drive half-way throughout the country to see his parents at his childhood home.

I spent years working to establish leash-free areas for dogs in one city and around the nation. I will not let pet-sitters rob us blind. $250 per night? I used to do it for about $35 back in the day and it included an overnight, 24/7 in my home and at least four walks. Two years later Zoe dragged me across the street to look at back of someone, it was the guy who walked her two years before and they just wanted to say hello. Back then, in our current town, it was $85 per night. Now it’s $250.

Right now pet sitter companies are acting like they own the world, but of the cost of service and profits means their walkers only make a small fraction of the proceeds because the boss takes it all without ever handling a leash.

Service is what I do. I am a volunteer that has been lucky to be with our dog Zoe for over 13 years. She is to me what Toto was to Dorothy in 1939, as things don’t change too much except calling them my dog or best friend. Oh, Zoe just said go through shelter adoption interviews, pay the $75 and spend the rest on hip surgery – you’ll find out more about that in a couple of months. Smart gal.

It is interesting that we spent $75 to adopt our dog and now it costs $250 per day to take care of her as she ages and we do not put her on a plane for her health. She is very healthy and takes no medication, only eats good food and has lots of love.

My husband and Zoe and family are stand-up folks. Mother-in-law is upset when our Zoe doesn’t visit for our big Thanksgiving as we make a lot of dishes and dance around her kitchen together knowing timing and our territories. Oh, Zoe eats the crumbs from the floor, leading to less vacuuming. Once welcomed only in a goat pen (I refused to visit) she sleeps on our bed while visiting and stands on the sofa to greet my father-in-law when he returns from feeding cattle.

I did meet Margaret Hamilton on probably her final speaking tour. I was 19. She was not scary at all! I came to greet her as staff, and of course mentioned her as The Wicked Witch of the West and that this is one of my favorite films. We’re off to see the wizard… Dee

 

 

Politics

The Comey hearing. This is the first instance I ever saw of a Senate investigative committee being on live television.

Here’s my take on it. Chairman, a Republican, says he’s not partisan, and Democrat says he’s not partisan. Then come the feral cats exuding partisanship.

After the initial setup everything is scheduled for a closed session. No information for the people who pay their salaries.

This august institution, the US Senate, with all its’ rules and rhetoric, has created a reality TV show! Tune in next week when the Department of the Interior sells off national monuments so that the lands can be “developed.” Perhaps Congress will give more money to insurance companies and banks and we can pay for that, and watch it, too. Dee

Odds

We had folks over the other day and I realized that everything I do  is on the diagonal or odd-numbered. Flowers, plants, art, candles, food. An odd number makes everything, flowers to food, look more lush.

The bakers’ dozen was/is 13. As to odds, the last time I bet was on my husband, (prime #1) and we’ve been together over 15 years. I did bet on our honeymoon in Las Vegas, four dollars in quarters, one or two (quarters on a spin of the wheel if I won) in every casino we walked by to see in hot weather. We ended up with $6, a whopping return on investment. Think of that in hundreds of thousands of dinero. I’ll never do that.

Books, I cannot count as to evens and odds. I have my cookbooks, business books, war books (Machiavelli and Sun Tzu) and novels people give me, my husband has software and business books. They may be even but they definitely are odd.

I bought lemon grass the other day from a great book for a marinade and chicken for a grill event. He is too busy writing a book to see us or come out for dinner. I have made our place a home. People call me their dog’s “Aunt Dee.” The marinade comes from one of my constant and well-read reference books called “Uncommon Fruits and Vegetables.” It’s a good pet to have in your library.

My husband bought me flowers for 15 years. When he was away for work and came home for weekends I chose and learned to put them in vases, for him, always in odd numbers, yes prime. He never noticed the flowers, just the container, so I started ordering vintage chemistry flasks and beakers and making flower arrangements.

Welcome home! Hello, dear. Is that a Florence flask? What are the odds that a right-brained and left-brained get together and have an old dog? Cheers and take your dog for a walk. That’s what I’m going to do, before the Comey hearing when I have a date with the tv. Dee

Skunked!

No, old dog Zoe and I didn’t see it, but we sure smelled it and headed home right away. The “Parking Nazi “saw us and put down the window. So glad we have underground paid parking spots as she tows every vehicle she sees on the street! She said she smelled it and wanted to know where the critter was.

We never saw it. The dog or bunny or whatever it “got” today was gone as well. This was five a.m. We were skunked and everything has gone through a wash. After all, we were skunked!

I told Parking Nazi to have a good day. We’re OK now.

We’ve a pup staying with us over the weekend, mishap with vacation hotel. Perhaps not, as they get to vacation and I get to stay home with our dogs, who get along.  Little one came up on my lap and stayed there, holding my right arm hostage while I petted her with my left. Our old Zoe went nuts showing off her toy skills and embarrassing me throughout the visit.

The couple does not wish to leave their dog but who better than Aunt Dee? Zoe’s beta and would never hurt anything, except perhaps a mouse or baby squirrel or bunny. No, she’s not allowed, and loves dogs and even cats. And people.

My husband is upset today that Zoe is more enthusiastic to see her dog food delivery guy than him, and he’s the “fun guy.” I’m the food wench and disciplinarian. As Scarlett O’Hara said, “tomorrow is another day.”

Husband has been here a week, for a change writing a book, and M only delivers for a few minutes every other week so M takes precedence in Zoe’s mind. Absence makes the heart grow fonder? With husbands, yes. Dogs, no. Our dog wants to be close, observe and herd and monitor without being too close. Not a lap dog. Cheers and pick up after your dog, Dee

 

Why Do We Do This?

We are adamant about picking up our dog’s poop and throwing it away in a sanitary manner in eco-safe bags. People look at us as if we’re crazy, especially if there’s a bit of snow. Why bother? Why? Spring is coming, the snow will melt and there will be tons of poop. We always carry extra bags for an errant dog owner. “Hi, would you like to use this?”

That is what my father did, my brother and I do, and my husband does. Clean up after messes with businesses and non-profit organizations. We pick up the junk everyone else doesn’t look after.

We come in when an organization, big or small, cannot handle day-to-day business anymore. We are the problem solvers, organizers, big thinkers and detail-oriented pro’s. Dad died recently and I didn’t have time to give him the “poop” analogy, but that’s what he did for over 60 years, God rest his soul.

Do clients thank us for this? No. Do they pay us? Sometimes. When an organization does not want change, the entrenched employees will just say no. If the higher-ups agree with them we’re gone and they lose. We go on.

Why do we do this? There is a problem and like a plumbing leak, we want to fix it. We want organizations to be healthy and not leaking like a sieve.

I am retired now but yesterday I contacted the city attorney’s office stating that a new crosswalk sign (no painted crosswalk) they put up last week is not attached correctly and will fly off and kill someone. They hung up on me after 30 seconds. I called the city and they gave me a transaction number which I gave to several interested parties for follow-up. I get things done. We are a neighborhood and all of us live here so why not work together. Teamwork, that’s how it goes.

With arthritis for 30 years I no longer walk about with 100 bags and pick up after every errant dog owner who will not pick dog poop up for him or herself. I can give a helpful suggestion and a bag. What they do with that information is up to them, I’m only a consultant. Cheers! Dee

Folding

When we first started dating my husband had been laid off in the dot-bomb era. Last hired, 1/3 of the company let go and the board met and left the agenda on the white board and the last item was “fire staff.” That was a Friday afternoon and everyone bit their nails through the weekend. Layoffs were the following Monday.

He folded his tent and met me a few weeks later, after 9/11. We dated for three weeks and he folded again to go back to the ranch as he had been there a short time, was paying for a crummy hotel and was running out of money.

Two weeks later he was back with a new job. An old neighbor asked why he moved back. He looked at me and said, “her.”

He looked after a relative’s place while they were traveling for a few weeks, then one day I was helping out a neighbor walking their dog and I found a place 1,000 feet from my place (through the bushes) and he called and got it. We now call it the “Barbie House” as there were so many stairs it was ridiculous. I’d go over there and cook lunch for him.

He wanted a washer and dryer so we shopped one weekend and he found quality used appliances with the caveat that I could do my laundry there if I did his as well. That saved me a trip to the laundromat.

He saw me folding his undershirts one day and marveled at my speed and near accuracy. Folding. We folded our homes together when we married and even moved into the Barbie House for a while.

Now, we’re mobile, sort of. Years ago he used 3 linear feet (the minimum) in a truck. Later in the same type of truck after marriage we took 12 linear feet (we actually had some furnishings and my kitchen, dining and office furniture and his computers). Now we would take the entire truck. We still haven’t folded our lives together as there are still a few boxes and stuff in storage but we live in a large space for our needs that is considered a small space. It’s just us and a dog, our old Zoe. A bedroom, office, open K/D/Living is fine with two baths.

I know how to break down and fold boxes then resuscitate (tape) them for moving. I know how to fold napkins for dinner parties.

If I make the egg whites for fluffy pancakes, my husband now knows how to fold the whites into the batter. I taught my nephew years ago how to fold blueberries into batter. I used a battering ram and a castle (he was seven) for the concept for post-Thanksgiving breakfast muffins. One wants to fold in the blueberries, not batter them.

Years ago, knowing we were supposed to be mobile, except for furniture and books, I started getting a folding guitar stand, everything on a smaller scale and portable. My keyboard and stand are portable, folded.

Now I have everything with a different colored and labeled tag system including what to place in the cars, and destination by room for all in the truck. I believe we have every box a laptop or printer or TV arrived in with all the packaging, all in storage.

Is ironing considered folding? We bought the latest model of my aunt’s iron years ago. She gave me linen towels she found at estate sales. My mother-in-law, knowing she was going in for knee surgery, spent six weeks off her feet. I know she took care of their food for that time but she bought fabric and embroidered six hand towels for me, all herbs. They are hanging on a decorative rack.

I keep them clean, ironed and folded. When I tried to use them for guests at several dinner parties I was the only one who used mine. Why? They’re too nice to wipe my hands or mouth. Me! I launder, hang dry and iron every one. You are our guest. It’s my job as your hostess.

Now they are up on a pretty rack and next dinner I have bandannas and we can have Texas chili! Of course the new bandannas will be laundered, hung to dry, ironed and folded. Gotcha, then they’ll be too nice to use. How about a roll of paper towels? I’ll fold them. Cheers! Dee

1,000 Posts

My husband created this blog. I told him I was deathly afraid of writing it until I met a fellow blogger in the northwest who started the same week as me. We were both voted up by readers so got in touch and I’ve read her blog as her children have grown up and her business has flourished. She is pdxknitterati. We have not yet met in person. She made me feel ok about writing, and in taking up guitar.

I now have over 3,000 posts. The first entry I wrote was about how to eat a Concord grape. It’s among my highest viewer category, as is the Church of Soap, Santa Maria Novella, on a side street in Florence IT you will never find. My husband called it that because it was a holy place and now they still have a chemist and gorgeous soaps. I think we spent $200 on soap ten years ago for work and dog walker gifts.

Never stop writing, even if there is a small audience. Next is a non-bucket list. Cheers! Dee