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Mentors and Bullies

Yes, I was bullied by insecure boys trying to have fun and see who could make the little girl cry first. I was sent to the Principal’s office and given a series of photos. They rode our small bus out in the country and I didn’t want to rat them out but the Principal already knew who they were from their past behavior.

My neighbors on the dairy below knew I’d be targeted on the bus after that. Nine boys got up on the bus and told the F boys never to target Dee again. They never did so.

For mentorship of course my parents, my godparents, my aunts LB and J were there. J’s parents were as well. They’re both gone now and I look forward to talking to them and raising a glass one day. She was a fireball, in a good way. She just wanted to rain all that bright love all over you. He was quiet and just sat with me until I told him the problem, then he’d sit there on a bench a bit longer and tell me what to do, usually about bullies.

Back then I didn’t know that bullies were weak, as they’re insecure and try to appear strong and mean. I was smart enough to cut them down with a word but too shy do do so.

Without knowing it I’ve had so many mentors over the years from GG to AJ and here I was awaiting Warren Buffett or perhaps Jimmy Buffett or Pete Seeger (rip) or Johnny Cash or Clint Eastwood or perhaps Cary Grant to help out. In a pinch, Gary Cooper could make things work out. I think the shootout is at noon, at least that’s what he said.

USA Network won’t let anyone write in a bullying story unless they place it on Facebook, which must be their sponsor. I do my own thing and don’t get bullied by USA Network and Facebook. Cheers! Dee

Crescent Moon

An orange crescent moon arose

through the clouds. In its rise

it shimmered on the lake

but the lake was frozen

in time and place.

Perhaps so are we.

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The ice fishers actually catch fish, and I even saw someone skating within the first jetty the other day, possibly inspired by the Olympics. We need to thank these young athletes for holding the torch not just for the USA but all of them, for the world.

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I met someone who told me a story. I’m a person to whom stories are told because I listen. He left Cuba at age five, was arrested by the Coast Guard and spent 18 months at GITMO. I’ve serious doubts and fears of what we now, years later, call the “patriot act” but to confine a child is heinous. And his family was held for as long as five years and I don’t know if they were sent back or received asylum.

He now has a two year-old and will do anything in regard to providing for this child. It is truly inspirational to meet people who work hard and provide for their families when they came with little or nothing and are trying to make things work.

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The USA was always called a melting pot. Going back to the Olympics, Our roster was normally white and wealthy, especially at the Winter Games where kids started skiing or skating at age three and were coached by their Olympian parents and others.

Now, athletes figure out in which country they can compete and use dual citizenship or proving parental records so they can compete for another country. For example seeing the name Chan in Canada which shows that we have a more global view. He’s from Toronto, but his name shows his heritage.

And the Prince who competed for Mexico? Bravo.

 

What holds the USA back is a continuous fight about “borders” but they’re not worried about Canadians coming in here, it’s our Southern borders that are at stake. It’s time we started to think globally.

Thanks always for reading. Sorry I’ve been a bit lax in writing for a bit. Dee

Happy Birthday Zoe!

I know the day you were adopted but not the moment because you popped out of the cardboard box they gave us. I was in the passenger seat with you, at nearly six weeks old, on my lap.

While J drove I grabbed you and threw the useless cardboard box in the back seat, hoping you wouldn’t do anything nasty sitting on my lap. You were so calm and sweet and have always been a “car dog.”

To this day you have your 4″ orthopedic mattress in the back and you only wake up on off-ramps or at stop signs/lights.

We named you Zoe, Greek for life. I’ve worked with animals for over 20 years and this is the happiest dog I’ve ever met. No, they won’t let her work as a therapy dog because she eats raw food. At age ten, I’m not going to change her diet.

People here don’t know my name but everyone knows hers. Zoe. We had to have her hips taken out as a pup due to severe hip dysplasia. She grew her own, as she was too small for titanium hips. For years she could corner around a tree and lose a Retriever chasing a ball.

Next week she goes in for her first elderly blood panel, shots and health check. She doesn’t get much chance to run here. All the dog parks are far away and the fines for off-leash activity are high. I always think of her in the outfield, waiting for the Chuck-it to hit and beat all the pups and dumb dogs. She would bring the tennis ball back and drop it at my feet. Then go back to the outfield.

Life without her would be really tough. At least this time I may have my husband at my side. I’ve been through four of these and each takes a part of your soul.

But today is a happy day and Zoe and my husband are sleeping soundly on our bed as I write. Zoe’s on my pillow. She won’t let me out of her sight. I’m the food wench!

Note: 1/30 was my mother’s birthday. She’s been gone over five years now. I made Zoe’s birthday 1/31 for reasons.

 

Stories

my loves lie snoring
in our bedroom, sound asleep
awaiting just me

Of course the dog will have taken over my pillow by now.

I’ve been sitting at my desk and watching the Coast Guard ice cutter go to and fro so that the shipping lanes are clear. The Coast Guard is fascinating to me because about a year and a half ago a summer storm came up out of nowhere and their helicopter hung overhead, stationary, in 70 mph winds for an hour making sure every small craft was off the Lake and towed out of the water.

It was simply amazing. When I was 11 we had a substitute teacher for a couple of weeks and he wanted to teach us science by learning about planes and helicopters. I learned about altimeters and flaps but also Sikorsky’s and wanted to pilot a helicopter more than anything. Then I got into horses, then dogs. Boys came along way later. We had two male next-door neighbors and we’d play ghost man softball or build sand castles or they’d throw snakes at us. We were kids!

Oh, as to the drycleaning issue, I was admonished by the manager here for bringing her a problem that was one initiated by the cleaner. I agree. But this gal has no customer service capacity as of now (I suggested she get more training, not be fired). Now she’s here again tonight giving me the silent treatment and a glare, a juvenile trick that may have worked with her parents but I pay her salary. The more she messes up the more residents will complain and she’ll be history. I made a positive comment and said she needed more training. Now I let the rope out and she needs to know to hang on or hang.

As I’ve said, a concierge began as keeper of the keys and evolved to hotel amenities such as tickets to sold-out Broadway shows. We’re somewhere in-between and I just think this young woman doesn’t get that in an adult job, one must suck it up and do what is needed to fit the job description. I’m nice to everyone. I bring them great homemade food. This attitude is not what we pay for and expect. All for now, it’s late. Dee

Zoe Haiku

Zoe keeps my heart

Pure, Jim is also my soul

They work together

Chicken Pepperoni

I’ve called in the big guns on this one. You keep asking for it. I’ve asked Chef Mike Isabella of Top Chef to create Aurora’s Chicken Pepperoni from Seems Like Old Times with Goldie Hawn, Chevy Chase and Charles Grodin.

Every day I get hits for a piece I wrote on the movie and its elusive Aurora’s Chicken Pepperoni. Mike made a fantastic sauce on Top Chef and I hope he’ll take my challenge to make a wonderful home version of his sauce and recipe and share it with us and with his diners.

Chef Mike, please see the movie and make us Aurora’s Chicken Pepperoni. Thanks, Dee and her readers

Concierge

In the past the term has had different connotations between apartments (doorman, packages) to hotel (amenities).

Well, we have one, several over the hours, weeks and years. This one told me I had drycleaning and when I got back from the store in sub-zero weather was told my husband’s shirts were under someone else’s name so I wasn’t allowed to take them.

After 45 minutes of my time calling the cleaners and them checking in here they cleared the shirts. Turns out my husband’s two large shirts were not what another concierge (I didn’t recognize the name because this tiny lady is only known to us by her nickname) would wear. They switched the bags and I hope I have that sorted out.

Heaven forbid the “concierge” who didn’t even ask how to help solve the problem, only thought of me as a thief stealing someone else’s shirts. In situations like this the concierge should say “there must be a problem. Let me look into it. When it’s solved we’ll take the shirts to your door.”

I took it upon myself to call the cleaners, they were very upset and helped fix the problem. I left a note, bag tag and her receipt all nice and tidy, which either the cleaner or concierge should have taken care of.

And I found out that as an employee she gets a 40% discount. Perhaps with more of these mishaps…….. Dee

11th Wedding Anniversary

That’s today. And it’ll be Zoe the dog’s 10th birthday this week. What a day! Most of all I’m thankful for the two of them, and for all the love and care our families and friends have given us over many years.

I may have told you this, after the ten year tin anniversary, is the spoonula anniversary with Rubbermaid kitchen gear. At least that’s what Jim thinks. I’ll shop later for his favorite meal for the ages, steak and potatoes and I’ll infuse a veg in there somewhere. Perhaps carrots.

Let’s hope next year is not adult diaper anniversary for me or Zoe. Dee

 

Socks

As kids we wore whatever socks our parents could find. I don’t know what my husband wore but I wore lace anklets and patent leather shoes. It’s no wonder that when we moved to the “country” I went barefoot nearly four months a year down cliffs and in woods.

When I met my husband many years ago we were both in bad work situations but he always insisted on the best clothing and started spending money on it, including expensive socks. When I say expensive, it was probably $6 per pair.

Years later we were seduced, while in the Rockies, to SmartWool socks at nearly $20 a pair. Luckily they now make “city” versions that we’ve just tried for my husband’s work. And as of last week, they work in one color trial.

When we first started on these expensive socks they were gifts for my walking a neighbor’s dog. Oh, how much we miss those gals. We now know how to find the socks but they’re no longer gifts. First, I knew how precious they were so for $20 socks I went to the outlet mall and got $8 Crocs out of the sale bin. Why? To protect my socks indoors. I wore the Crocs until I touched the thermostat and got the biggest shock of my life and was thrown into the dishwasher. No heat, six degrees outside, turned on gas fireplace while awaiting help.

We still never wear shoes inside. It’s a snow/cold thing, leaving boots at the door. Now I have prescription socks that cost $50 a pair. While I’ve many pair of Crocs, including boots (that’s another story) I’m now protecting my new socks indoors with $4 socks from an outlet store that are really ankle-length slippers.

The point is that one wants to protect feet from the outdoors and indoors. We’re geared for any kind of weather from jackets, hats, gloves et al. Now we know about shoes and I’ve learned a lot about socks. Today I donned prescription compression socks for an illness. They were horrific to don and felt really strange for a while but have put a spring in my step.

I’ve always hated shopping for shoes because very few fit me. I shop for certain shoes when I must, however now know the power of socks or legware or whatever it’s called. Ask the fashionistas, I’m not one but I believe in the power of good socks for hiking, hunting, everyday wear. Here’s to socks!

What have I become? A sock-protector. My husband loves his shoes, but now his socks as well, but the expensive socks are worth the effort. Mine are prescription but if you have the right socks for what you’re doing, go to a store that has socks that delineate between regular use, hiking, even hunting. 

No matter the sock, I wash in cold water and never place them in a dryer. The tub ledge is my sock drying station. The good ones will last a long time. All hail socks. Dee

Customer “Service”

Many companies are trying to transition to paperless billing and do it badly so want you to sign up for direct debit from your account. I have never done and will never do that to make their lives easier.

Mainly they send the next month’s bill the day after the last one is due, so you have to look through your email for a month to find out the amount. Or they make it technically impossible to get onto their website through passwords that must include lower case and upper case letters, symbols and numbers and be 16 characters.

Sorry, but it is impossible for me to remember every one and I don’t write them down or put them all on my laptop for security reasons.

Then there’s another kind of customer disservice. We’ve been good customers of our local storage facility for nearly two years and pay our $85 on the first day of every month. Even though I was in pain from a procedure done on 12/31/13 I deposited a check to make sure it got in on 1/1/14. No word until I got a dunning notice today.

The rate had gone up $2 so they locked us out of our unit for a due amount of $2. Yes, I paid the rent under considerable distress but I go to the office, with the dog, every month and they know us. As a business practice they should have alerted me to the fact I was $2 short and allowed me to make up the difference instead of doing a lockout and dunning notice.

Last week I fell hard on solid ice trying to pick up my dog before she fell. Instead I went down and had a ways to fall (higher than 8″ of leg) and have been icing and staying off my feet. I called after the $2 notice and ended up coming in with a baggie of quarters, dumping some of my husband’s loose change he never uses.

They said one was a nickel and made me go through my wallet and I was still a nickel short. To their extremely limited credit, they said they’d find a nickel. I’ll go tomorrow and paste a nickel to their window.

I’ve given this company great internet reviews and recommended them to neighbors. No more. Look what this customer service business lost for $2. We’ll continue to pay the bills until we arrange to get out but if they put a lock on our door for no reason we’ll have the police on it. Not so cheery, Dee