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Ethics

http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2015/03/04/390841422/house-approves-amtrak-funding-rewrites-rules-to-allow-furry-riders

I called Congressman Jeff Denham’s office and was put on hold several times. Then I was referred to the DC office, a paid call, and placed on hold several more times. I said I was looking to help allow pets on trains.

In the end Evan told me it was unethical to speak to anyone outside their district in Modesto, CA. Hey, I’m writing a blog and they’ve already spoken to the Huffington Post and heaven knows how many lobbyists from outside the district. It’s August, they’re manning the office and would rather be on vacation than at work and don’t want to do any, I get it.

I am a former legislative analyst, bill writer and lobbyist and this is plain BS. Oh, Sen. Cohen’s office just had an answering machine, no-one on watch. Years ago when I was a lobbyist and everyone was on vacation, all our members and staff, I’d try to leave at 4:58 to catch the 5:03 train home every Friday. Of course the boss called at 4:55 as I was putting on my sneakers and asked to speak to everyone. She was on vacation the entire summer but harangued us because she could. I was a lobbyist doing paperwork while the legislature was out of session.

Anyway. I didn’t like the parameters of the Rail Act that provided a lot of money for Boston to D.C. and nothing for the rest of the country. Two years ago we spent $250 for someone to stay here with our dog and paid for a roomette on Amtrak through Chicago to Texas. It was supposed to be 24 hours, ended up 36 and we had to have family pick us up at an alternate destination. There were buses involved.

But if we had the cabin with en-suite bath we’d love to have our dog with us, outside of her crate. She’s only about 32 lbs. and won’t fit under an airplane seat. See, her grandma in Texas likes her there for Thanksgiving. We cook for days now. Last year it was 4.5 days, and our Zoe cleans crumbs we leave behind, accidentally of course, during our routines. It’s become a dance.

She makes cakes, potato rolls, brisket, iced tea for 50 and many other dishes. I’m known for spicy almonds and cashews, brussels sprout and cauliflower gratin, spinach balls and mincemeat tarts. Of course we do more than that.

It would be nice to be able to take a train, with a cabin with en suite bath with our dog in the cabin, getting out for a few moments at each stop, and getting there on time with no backward movement for a couple of hours and buses. I think Congress errs when it eliminates Chicago from its funding perspective and tries to help dog owners but makes them crated and baggage.

Does Congress ever wonder why so many airline passengers fake assistant dog status? It’s $149.99 and includes a doctor’s note for an Emotional Assistance Dog. I could probably fake that on Amtrak but will not do so.

If you allowed pets even just into rooms and roomettes Amtrak may get a following from paid travelers instead of feeding from the public trough. Dee

ps I know that on the southern routes passenger trains are required to go to sidings while freight trains pass. You have not only dismissed dogs, you’ve dismissed people. American citizens trying to visit relatives for the holiday.

We Agreed

I’ve been greeting my Swedish neighbor G more often. We decided that he was not to test me on my Kottsbullar, or Swedish meatballs. I will not test him on my Texas chili. We had a great time making both for family.

We will get together here with other fare. Fair. I believe. I just checked my stats and there’s someone from Sweden and I know it’s his dad. We had a great time touring last summer and I say hello and wish you well!

Hej hur mår du

It was a healthy cooking competition and learning exercise. It’s great to be neighbors and share dinners from time to time. Find a neighbor with a different cooking style. Friends are to be met, nurtured and cherished. Dee

Herder and Sighthound

They’re both sleepers. They’ve already been out and fed and it’s a little after 7 a.m. Guest dog L sleeps with her eyes open and knows every move I make. She’s right beside my office chair. Zoe the herder is behind the door in our bedroom, on the bed while my husband works.

I’m starting to think our guest is more of a herder as she has to have me in sight at all times. Once again I’m the food wench and person who keeps all things stable.

Stability is nice from time to time, especially for our dogs who depend on us for it. As our Sighthound guest lives here for a couple of days I wonder about the Greyhounds I cared for after the race track when, amazingly, most could be transformed with two weeks of solid care. This particular sighthound was acquired as a pup and has led a wonderful life.

One was AKC, show dog. The Greys didn’t like him. Another was an AKC that was raised with Rottweilers. The Greys hated him. What I like about this temporary engagement is that our dogs are so beta that a herder and sighthound get to be together and while their strengths and weaknesses are evident that they are more the same than different. Plus, they get along great and a day in, they even sleep near each other.

If only people could get along so well…… Dee

History on the Wall

Over the years I’ve had the occasion to purchase and frame art. Early in college it was a poster on a concrete wall in a dorm room. Then it was prints in plastic with plastic frames. I always keep three in my kitchen, the one in plastic is the best, from Stattsgallerie Stuttgart by Hallbrund, who made fans of great works, mine is a Degas. The other two are simply framed, peaches from a Montreal farmers’ market and a NY Times article about funny menus from 1991, a holiday gift.

My first work of real art is hanging in the uniframe it’s been in for 20 years. That needs to be changed. I’ve done a lot of framing and love it. One of my last was a crayon drawing my Aunt sent me saying it needed to be framed. It was a drawing at age five of Dorothy, the Tin Man, the Scarecrow and the Lion. At age five that was the pinnacle of my artistic works. It’s my husband’s favorite picture.

Of course we have gorgeous quilts courtesy of my M-I-L but I did another for my husband, the Brooklyn Bridge. Then Dad started painting at age 80 and did Tuscan landscapes and Maori art patterns. I’ve also framed my photos of Vermont and Western NY and scattered family.

I must thank K for helping me with the latest batch for a while. She’s a genius with color and frames. I’ve two more to do. Nearly everything is double-matted with 98% glare resistant glass. They are beautifully done and enhance our home.

Today I pick up a simple piece for my father, news of his new award. I think he’ll like it. Cheers, have a great day!  I’ve two dogs to take out. Whoopsie. Dee

Tent City

What can I say. Our gorgeous guest for the next few days is young. Our dog is old. L (guest) didn’t like Zoe’s only toy that is indestructable. Well, Zoe’s on her second toy because the rubber just wore out after ten years.

What they decided to do is switch beds. First, L’s mom brought in her bed and favorite towel. Zoe sniffed the bed for five seconds, walked into the middle of it and peed on it. Let’s see whose house this is! Three hours later we had a clean guest dog bed. Zoe’s never done that before and we’ve had many dogs visit and stay with us over the years.

For having the two of them in our bedroom it was a quiet night. I did awaken when L jumped up to the bed and sniffed my face with those little hairs on her nose.

Today our guest found and tried to dominate “Precious.” Neither won and after I put it up high, no one can get it so they decided to sleep. We’ve had glitches with food and the wet bed and cleaning the floor and late-night laundering of said bed but all is well.

Our guest is sleeping by my desk and Zoe is sleeping outside our bedroom. Both have been fed and gone out until “last chance” before our bedtime. Watching them both can be tiring but they’re settling in. Similar instincts of dog but herder vs. sighthound. Zoe may have won sleeping up on our bed last night but L won this afternoon. Nobody wins. Establish the Pack. I was in charge until I left and hit traffic for an hour buying dog food. Then they turned to my husband, then each other.

Friends, they do get along well, like sisters. Yes, sisters can be petty sometimes! You took my bed! You took my toy! Want to fool the humans into taking us out for another walk? YEAH! Dogmatically yours, Dee

Fur

I cleaned the house, vacuumed and dusted, then combed at least three dogs worth out of Zoe. I keep a gallon baggie in a drawer with a number of implements for dog torture, all combs, rakes, a slicker brush and even a bottle of avocado oil in dry times when her fur needs moisture to rid it of static electricity.

Then we met our house guest who arrives this evening. She’s young, under 2 I believe, and gorgeous. An American Silken Windhound. Cross between perhaps Whippet and Borzoi? She was so shy as a pup but likes people and many other dogs and I think it’ll work out just fine. She and Zoe get along great.

After all that vacuuming, after the Windhound left on a test visit I looked around and there was dog hair everywhere. Zoe is tan/white undercoat. Her buddy L is solid black. There was not a black hair anywhere. Trade? Anyone?

I spent 1/2 hour combing her and yet she had enough left to get tufts and individual undercoat fur all over the place! We’ll see how it goes. It’s early morning and she just came to the den to see me. I’ll take her out and feed her and she may sleep. Heaven knows, showing off for her buddy will not allow her to sleep 20 hours a day!

She does not usually impart wisdom, just bad habits she’s picked up over the years. I’m hoping her guest will teach her to jump up to the car or bed, and not to eat her guest’s food. We’ll see. Have a great day! Dee

ps Zoe has an evil twin I’ve never met, Chloe. She lives under the bed by my pillow and leaves fur everywhere. Let me know if you see her in the neighborhood…

Why?

Why me. As one ages he or she has to ask that quesion. I was sent out into the world to learn, to help thousands of pets avoid euthanasia while adopting four from shelters over the past 25 years.

I believe I was also called to take care of one man I dearly love and have been with for 14 years. Yes he is my husband for 12, a genuis and I gave up my career to tend to him and his career.

As my head hit the pavement on an afternoon walk with husband and dog last month, on the crosswalk I commissioned and was finally re-painted last week, I still have pavement fragments in my face.

Is this another test? You sent me arthritis at age 27, and other plagues. You sent me here to help people and animals and are making me sick so I can do nothing for either.

I am not Job. Please allow me to continue my work for you. Thank you, God, Dee

Dear Reader,

I was so shy I let bullies be bullies, until my neighbors stood up for me on what school kids called the “retard bus” because it had to traverse 20 miles through the countryside to pick up the farm kids. One might call me a hobby farm kid.

My aunt gave me her vintage 1957 Smith-Corona electric portable typewriter as a high school graduation gift, a gift that took her into teaching English to high school kids. I was the envy of the dorm. Of course this was pre-computer and laptops and everything else.

I was afraid to write, afraid to think or speak my mind, or sing. Writing 500 words was a challenge for me back then. Now I can do it in ten minutes if I know what my mind wants my fingers to type.

Sixth grade, I skipped tryouts after school for choir solos. The next day my teacher asked me to stay after school and look out the window. She played a note on the piano and asked me what it was. I told her. She made me sing a phrase from “Bridge Over Troubled Water” and made me lead off at the concert in front of family, friends and other parents.

I have had the gift of a great family and teachers and friends. Kids, do something that means something to you, it may be music or writing or computer code or math or being a doctor. Don’t bottle it up inside because people think women are inferior and don’t want to hear their thoughts. We are all important in this world. Dee

Stickball in Brooklyn

My father received a medal from a place he led, a place where FDR, Clinton, many literary, artistic, scientific, and political luminaries held court at the palace, the open wooden Ampitheater that is a subject of controversy these days.

I sang in the State choir championships, first time on the Chautauqua grounds and at the Amphitheater at age seven and our choir came in second. That was the first time I ever saw it and remember where I stood to this day.

FDR gave his infamous “I Hate War” speech from the Miller Cottage. Reverends Miller and Vincent created the Institution over 150 years ago. The Millers are my neighbors and I do not live anywhere near the shores of The Bag Tied in The Middle, Lake Chautauqua. That was the name it was given by its former occupants, the Senecas. There is much more history that I am now reading.

My father had a vision decades ago, to restore Chautauqua through program enhancement and building maintenance/restoration and made it come true. I have his speech and he always credits the team, as he has taught me to do in life. No one can make it in life without help from team members.

Yes, my father grew up in Brooklyn and played stick ball in the street. He and a great team did renovations on a decrepit Victorian town. He had to sign every deed and supervise the police as well. All that and do his job. I would like to save the Amp. I’ve walked the cat walk before it was renovated (ladder, stairs, rickety ww2 bridge, balance…., my brother was a sweeper then Amp crew, sister worked landscaping then the garbage truck. We never lived Chautauqua, we worked Chautauqua so had no summer frolics. No friends. Hate letters. Police invasion.

Home for the summer from college, my sister never came home ’til morning and my brother ditched Boys and Girls Club to play chess with the old guys outside local hotels. I worked myself too hard, 14/7 and ran at night with the bats, they were protected and would come out at twilight and once one hit me in the head. I must have been jogging too slow. Never a jogger. It took me a while to figure things out.

I’d stop at the Amp for the performance and stand by the edge before jogging home. Learning is what it was supposed to be about. The Institution. Now it’s only about money. It has always been an inspiration to me and will remain so. Thank you for finally honoring my father for his accomplishments. Dee

Timing

It is everything. Just as with a restaurant it’s location, location, location. Growing up, marrying, having kids in the right school district.

When it comes to cooking for guests, I’ve somewhat of a complicated menu. Simple, really, not seven courses or anything made for an international competition. But I time it. It includes a time for “turn oven to 350.”

I go back from serving time on a sheet of paper from when guests arrive to drinks, appetizers, seating, dinner, salad, dessert, coffee or tea. I bring it back to the roast and its accoutrements, everything in five minute intervals.

I like that it’s both old school and kind of strange and don’t do it for dinner with my husband, that’s just in my head. With guests everything has to be perfect, the menu and execution and friendship. Just a thought. Dee

ps People ask if I cook this way every night for my husband and he says, enthusiastically, “Yes!” Then they say he is a lucky man. I can only do it in my head because it just comes from the heart, and not after a day of cleaning the house and ironing the napkins and getting flowers and prepping and cooking and figuring out what to wear. Yes, for family meals I plan menus in my head as well, usually while walking through a good grocery store and seeing what’s fresh and knowing how to make the most of it, like garlic scapes, all fresh fruits and veg then to the butcher and afterwards, round it out. D