Archives for May 26, 2018
If you, like me, are a animal person and have wept buckets of tears over the passing of a beloved pet, you will not understand how some people think it is ridiculous to shed tears over the death of an animal.
We have always had at least one pet since the day we got married, in fact when Dave brought his yellow lab from his family home she was treated as our first child. Upon arrival of our first two legged child the dog claimed the infant as her own. When I took our first daughter home from hospital, I lay her on a blanket on the floor and Mandy sniffed her up and down then lay down next to her to love and protect the new arrival. No jealousy here, the dog took on role as nursemaid and nanny.
When daughter number two arrived twelve months later we followed the same procedure and the new child was accepted into the dogs care. However, by this time daughter number one learned to walk and the mobility of her eldest charge was a worry to Mandy, she would chase after Susan and stop her from going too far by holding the hem of her dress between her teeth. Mandy took motherhood seriously.
Several years later when our lovely furry kid passed away, a black cloud seemed to have settled over the house. A year later we adopted a poodle puppy, not Dave’s choice of dog but I wanted one that didn’t shed as by now we had four little girls to pull out stray dog hairs and trying to snack on same. The one poodle led to two and over the years five cats roamed into our lives. Only one of these babies was planned the other four were strays who wandered in and stayed. We were suckers for bedraggled, torn-eared cats who, once fed and bathed were taken to the vet for the snip. All our beauties lived long healthy lives and all were sadly mourned when they went to kitty heaven.
When the poodles passed we got a yellow lab again and had a total of three and always at least one cat. When the last of our labs went we were in our late sixties and decided that in the next twelve years or so, which is the average life of a dog, our living circumstances may change radically so opted for a smaller dog. Who knows where our next move may take us but it will definitely be a down size from our one acre lot.
Many walled communities have strange rules about only allowing up to a certain height of dog. I find this strange as little dogs are more yappy and annoying than the one big woof of a large breed and, whatever the size of dog, it needs to be cleaned up after, however, these are the rules. Our little white Bichon/shi-tzu was a good choice and found her to be a large dog personality in a small body. She is very independent, faithful and afraid of nothing. A couple of years later we got her a pal, the same mixed breed but she didn’t grow as large.
Our present cat had been with us for fifteen years but was fully grown when we adopted her so she is around eighteen years old. Some friends of ours had reluctantly taken her when their daughter moved house and couldn’t take the cat with her. Rosie settled down into being our cat immediately. On the ride home from the coast, where we picked her up, she climbed into my lap and has sat there for at least part of every day since. Although she is an old girl and sleeps much of the time, she tours her estate several times a day, loves to be among the flower beds and napping on the deck however, a few days ago a bird flew in through our open door and the sleeping cat took an enormous leap to get the bird in mid air. Unluckily for the sparrow she killed it instantly before I could retrieve it from the jaws of doom.
She quite often catches mice or birds when she is outside but very rarely does she hurt them. She brings them indoors as a gift to me. If I see her arriving with a mouthful of feathers or a dangling mouse tail, I waylay her at the door, hold her neck and she drops the gift in my hand. She then looks quite disgusted at me as I go to the end of the yard and release the victim over the fence.
This furry friend is getting to the end of her long life, she is diabetic and has a thyroid problem for which she takes medication. However, she is terribly thin and will probably not be here too long. I know when she goes I will be so sorry to say goodbye, she has been a lovely friend and so happy to be with her people. When they go it is such a wrench on the heart, like losing any other old friend. At the time of a pet passing we quite often think that this love cannot be replaced by another animal, and that is quite right. The love is not replaced it is kept in our hearts and minds with all our other loving memories. They are never forgotten but the hurt decreases as years go by.
If anyone reading this thinks it is a load of nonsense to get so upset over an animal, you have missed such an important part of your life to not have felt the joy and pain that is experienced by loving a pet. I feel really sorry that you have missed out on such a loving friendship.
The Tourism Industry Association of Canada presented the Oliver-Osoyoos Winery Association with The Metro/Toronto Convention Centre ‘Event of the Year’ Award for the Half Corked Marathon.
10th year in 2018, – The Half Corked welcomes over 1,000 runners (along with family and friends) to Oliver Osoyoos Wine Country every May. The route weaves through vineyards with winery stations every kilometer, offering acclaimed wine and delicious treats to keep runners motivated.
At the finish line, the party continues with more winery stations, food trucks, live music and more.
Why Me, God?
Stunned and shocked Leola Harmon saw a huge trailer truck drift into her lane. The driver was slumped over the wheel. There was no chance to avoid a head on collision! She smashed into the windshield, slammed back against the steering wheel and then was hurled through the glass onto a snowbank in Anchorage, Alaska. Barely conscious and coming out of a daze, she heard a voice saying, “It’s alive – I saw it move!” She was an “it”, mutilated beyond recognition. Even in her shattered state, as an air force nurse at Elmendorf Hospital in Nov., 1968, she realized the implications of that statement.
At that hospital, staff stared in horror at the sight of their emaciated friend. They seemed paralyzed into inaction. Dr. J. Stallings burst into the room and took charge. “I’ll do the tracheotomy. Gary, you work on her legs. Ray, get a venocath into her – she’ll need blood and fluids. Major, tell X-ray to stand by. Nurse, call the operating room to get ready for orthopedic, obstetrics, general surgery, plastics and dental work. Round up every specialist on the base.”
Leola was 5 months pregnant, the baby was stillborn. Her husband came in with grief and pain on his face but when he saw the ‘frightening stranger’ he left without a word or a touch. In less than two years they divorced. “Give me 2 to 5 years to make you at least presentable,” the doctor told her. “God saved your life. Now it’s up to us to make the most of it. If you have the guts, I have the time and the skills.”
She lost her baby, her husband, her wellbeing and even her identity in one fell swoop. The swollen, discolored, distorted, toothless mass of tissue that was left comprised only a third of her face. It took years of plastic surgery, dental work and grafts from other parts of her body to rebuild. There were 35 operations in 7 years, including 4 innovative surgeries created by the doctor. Even after she was released from the hospital, two Girl Scouts selling cookies were so frightened when she answered the door that they dropped the cookies and fled.
Eventually returning to work she became that doctor’s research assistant and emergency nurse. Patients identified with her. When Dr. Stallings was gone for two months on an exchange appointment prior to setting up his own practice in Des Moines, Leola missed him terribly. His absence during those two months made her realize how dependent she had become on him. He wanted her to come with him as his nurse. But she decided it would not look good for a single nurse to follow a single doctor to Des Moines. She resolved to tell him when he returned that she would not be able to come. He responded by admitting to her that she was right and that he had missed her too. In a fumbling manner the doctor who was so in charge and so confident in his abilities had to muster the courage to say, “I think we should get married before we go there.” Leola became the wife of Dr. James O. Stallings and thanked God for giving her the answer to “Why Me?”
The road to recovery or success often leads through tough times.
Casting is the art of finding the right people to play the characters in a theater or film production. Sometimes Pee Wee Herman, sometimes Dwayne Johnson is best for the part. The choices for cast members can flavour the result in very significant ways. Peter O’Toole as Hamlet provides a different experience than if I play that part. To cast is to throw out, so we could cast out the casting call to invite actors to audition
To cast is to throw but in a particular way. We don’t cast a baseball. We do cast a net. To cast is more like flinging, to throw in a fan shape or like when you throw the bed sheet out over the mattress. When I imagine casting my arms are making a horizontal arc and I’m using both of them. Then we have casting the dice, which can be with one hand or two. Casting a glance does not use my hands at all
Anyone can cast a shadow, to place themselves in front of a light-source in an otherwise dark place. It can be said that a certain person casts a long shadow, meaning their reputation is known far and wide. To say she casts little is to say that she gives little out from her, maybe shy, maybe withholding, maybe entangled within herself, not generous or not approachable. What kind of shadow do you choose to cast?
One can cast doubt about another. How do we do that? To cast is a verb and casting a pair of dice is definitely a physical act, but casting doubt? You can cast doubt about someone by innuendo all the way up to an out loud accusation. If I become suspicious of another the doubt has been cast, whether by me or by you. Once doubt has been cast, oh oh, the relationship is impaired, what was solid and true before is not so any longer
A casting is a mold that is used to make things, like out of molten metal or liquid plastic or even play doh. Making tools out of iron was primarily done use a casting, a reverse shape of the thing to be made, like maybe a frying pan or a cannon. The casting is the vessel into which the molten material is poured. If you and I were castings, what could we be making more of in the world? What are we making?