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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



My phone has been texted by Facebook several times per day. I am on Facebook. I do not use Facebook. It is now more intrusive than ever.

I wanted to send a nice post but am so angry now I may not be able to do so.

A Facebook request was made from a cashier at Wal-Mart. I cannot remember the last time I went to a Wal-Mart or that I knew a cashier there.

The next friend request came from my father. He died last month.

Think about what you’re doing here, Facebook. It is intrusive, annoying and I’ll see if it’s against the law. LEAVE ME ALONE!!! Stop sending me texts and emails. It is harassment and I will have it stopped. Dee

ps My office-mate’s wife had a miscarriage one day, I took over his meetings and went home and made them a stew to deliver, 15 miles out of town. They made me stay to share it. A phone call came in and I answered, it was a baby magazine trying to get her to subscribe. As far away from the dining room I could go on the old phone cord, I did, and said quietly to leave her alone, and they did. They now have two beautiful adults. I wish current companies would abide by that code.


Bailey’s been through a lot this year. We met his folks several years ago, then less than a year ago they moved next door, and had their first child.

Bailey is an older, completely blind, dog. I took care of him when they moved in next door, and when they are moving out this weekend. He spent much of his time watching the door. He wouldn’t eat, or drink water except for a few treats and my burger.

Before his folks picked him up for a last night in their old home, he started goosing me, following me around even all the way to our master bedroom. Then he asked if he could jump up on the sofa with me, judged the height with his paw, and laid down.

I moved five feet to pick up my phone to call my husband (in the bedroom on his laptop) to say he was sleeping on the sofa and he started barking as if I left him. He came back twice more. Mom came to pick him up late afternoon and he went home and came back and made himself at home. It’s a good situation.

Last time they moved, I took care of him and sat there on the floor telling him his parents were coming back. I did the same today, no floor. Imagine a brain that tests the sofa’s height before asking to be allowed up. Trajectory. Now do 1,000% more by moving everything out, including furniture, today. He’ll be OK by tomorrow and I made Spaghetti Bolognese for his folks for tonight. We’re off to an annual dinner and I have to make trifle. Limoncello Pannettone with whipped cream, lemon curd and a ton of berries in a decorative bowl.

The founder of a certain major software/hardware company had a large home in Silicon Valley. He replicated the entire home for a summer retreat, down to every piece of furniture, placed exactly as in his primary home. He was blind.

Bailey wouldn’t eat today, until I crumbled up half my hamburger and fed it to him by hand. His home is being torn apart to go to a new one. In the end, he trusted me again. He is able to reconnoiter our home in five minutes, but as he ages and with the confusion of moving, he tends to bump into things, lightly.

I’ve an idea for a new invention! Happy New Year! Dee

You Know Your iPhone

is old when:

People you don’t remember are listed as contacts;

Dead people from years ago are in it and their names bring back memories;

The bank you’ve been with 20 years will no longer let you access via cell phone;

You can not read texts without better glasses or a magnifying glass (that’s me getting old as well);

You cannot text because everything is too darned small (that’s partly me); and

Dinner guests come over, all place their phones on the coffee table for a pre-dinner drink and hors d’oeuvres all the iPhone 6+s laugh at my antique phone.

It’s a 3. Not a 3G or 3GS. It’s an iPhone 3 that can only last 20 minutes off life support. So what did my husband do on a business trip? Stole my car charger. What happens if I’m stranded in the middle of the desert with a dead, old phone? Yes, I’ll be a dead, old gal and my dog will find her way somewhere to a new home where she’ll be welcomed with open arms.

He did get me a new charger, realizing the implications of his actions. I went to dinner with the other new phone owners and didn’t bring mine along lest it be laughed at. They enjoyed the comment and we had a lovely meal.

Can I keep the phone as an antique? Not a great idea, though I’ve the first 1957 portable Smith-Corona typewriter, a gift from my dear aunt for high school graduation that was the envy of my dorm in college. Market value on eBay is $6 but I lug it across country, waiting for that country cabin where I can place it on my antique English oak desk in front of a window overlooking mountains and really write. Think Ernest Hemingway with snow. That’s if I can still find ribbons.

I lug the typewriter and desk because they have great meaning to me. They both signify independence of a sort. Being on my own at college, buying my first piece of furniture. Dear husband, of course your counsel will be sought but I’d rather an iPhone 6+ and the $20 MacBook (8 years old) battery you sent me last week than an iPad and new laptop. You’re great! And as you see, I’m not a shopper.

The husband and dog come with me everywhere, no lugging involved, some dog hair when I lift the old girl up to her orthopedic bed in my car. She has no hips.

Cars bring me from A to B, safely. I fought against having a cell phone for years until I was caught in the middle of Camp Pendleton for three hours. A day after my car’s 35K checkup ($700) the rear differential broke on the highway. I was on the shoulder with no access to the base and walked to a horrible yellow highway phone box and waited for hours. Of course someone left a wrench or something in the works and the dealer paid to fix their mistake. It cost me a lot of time and a critical client meeting, as Art Garfunkel would say, 99 miles to L.A.

Cell phones keep me in touch with family, friends and get me out of trouble if I’m ever stuck with a flat tire and have to call AAA. I do like the look of the iPhone 6+, dear, and for once would like a new phone, not a hand-me-down. Cheers! Dee



Yes, these are the reports that go from management up the chain of command. Of course they never reveal the long-term strategies because everything is determined by a quarter.

Why is business so messed up in the USA? Quarterlies. And yes, we have ways to measure certain things bi-weekly. But no-one wants them because they’d actually have to change and admit their ineptitude.

Every manager wants to dismiss his/her underlings as inefficient. Nuns told me that patent leather shoes reflect up. Get it?

If you rely on quarterlies, you must get bi-weekly’s to keep you on track. Just a wife who’s about to do our taxes. Dee