Monthly Archives: October 2011

Pets

In this NY Times opinion, Professor Kelly Oliver of Vanderbilt University http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/10/30/the-pathology-of-dependence-on-animals/?src=me&ref=general opines on hunting, pets, service dogs and presidents.

Apparently US presidents don’t look “presidential” unless they hunt. Needing a service dog makes one look weak, and needing a family pet is just a feminine, emotional thing that makes us look even weaker.

This is a philosopher who writes that man must dominate animals because humans have higher brain functions and need to concentrate on literature and culture, perhaps the upper class may even deign to a profession like a rich colonel who’s never served in battle, a lawyer or doctor.

Our pets are not the same as us and we should not try to prove them so, no matter how many chimps can paint, crows who can use tools to make tools or horses or elephants who can count.

Despite what the author might surmise I’m not a “crazy cat lady.” I live a normal life with a husband and older dog who we adopted as a pup. Have any of these philosophers ever walked in their front door to see an entire body wagging, begging for a pat, a walk and dinner? If not, you’ve never seen unconditional love.

I went to a Catholic college where we were required to take two semesters of religion and two of philosophy.  As to the latter we were told not to think, just to parrot back what we read and heard in class on weekly multiple choice tests.

My second religion class I was railroaded into because the professor didn’t have enough students and they thought a freshman could take what he called a graduate-level class.  I was so peeved at the lack of thought in philosophy and learning in religion class about speaking in tongues and snake handling that I wrote my paper on the financial practices of a well-known and respected preacher. I was 17. I got my first “D.”

Have these philosophers ever had to make the decision to willingly euthanize a pet because it was terminally ill and in pain?  Have they stood by their dog’s side when the sedative didn’t take effect and their dog stood up five times with no medical attention then while I held her for the final solution?

We live mainly in urban environments and don’t really need a dog to guard sheep or herd cattle.  Maybe eat rats in the big cities. A pet is a companion that a responsible owner will keep and take care of all its life and be there at its death then responsibly take care of the remains.

To Professor Oliver: our dog has “emotions… reason, love and emotional dependence….” She knows the fun guy, the food wench, where we hide her favorite toy, where her friends pee and every time I go up and down the stairs she’s with me. She’s a herder so loves “routine.” She can recognize our emotions and knows that when one is sick she’ll stay in bed to comfort or from self-interest.

I depend on our dog for companionship. She demands of me and my husband food, shelter, love and to keep her from running into traffic in front of the Russian bobsledders, who drive like maniacs while on their cell phones.

Interstingly, the required religion and philosophy courses caused me to question the faith I grew up in, catholocism. I’ve been questioning rules and government and everything else ever since. Telling a student not to think is not a good idea, especially when I’m funding a significant portion of my education. I’m still in touch with my head Prof, a priest, and appreciated the few such as he that opened my world instead of closing it. Here’s to dog Zoe.  Oh, check her out on youtube. Zoe rolling over.  Look it up, it’s too late for me. Cheers, Dee

Share a story about a risk you’re glad you took.

Haven’t you asked this before? Instead of looking through a litany of responses I’ll answer this one.

I took my teenage brother down a class 5 rapids, I fell out of the raft and almost died. Another raft rescued me and we went down an eddy. I was so calm during the entire thing until a few minutes later our three rafts stopped at a riverbank at the bottom of that falls for lunch.

Someone gave me a cup of chicken broth and it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. Then I heard the guides talking about how everyone almost died saving me.

I started shivering, contemplated death and how calmly I popped out of the raft, put my feet downstream and even hung onto my paddle and held it across my chest, just as I was taught.

It was then I knew I could will myself to get through any crisis. And my brother and everyone else was fine.  We just must have hit a rock and I popped out.

Man it was great to get out of those wetsuits, into regular clothes and have a steak supper as the last part of our journey. No-one ever talked about it. That was the other thing that stuck with me. Thanks for asking, WordPress, Cheers, Dee

Optimistic

Thank you for reading my posts. I get discouraged from time to time, get too busy or can’t think of new content every day.

This format is not the best for me and I’m going to try to change that. The style isn’t right and it doesn’t allow me to showcase my blogroll or 43,000 readers.

No matter how I change the site you will see that what I write, I research and write for you, dear reader. This site does not have sponsors, I don’t have contests to win a tee-shirt. In order to list out-of-print cookbooks on that post I do have an account on Amazon on which after much research, I may get a nickel a book. In three years I’ve not received a penny even though it doesn’t cost you a penny more to order that out-of-print directly from here than from Amazon.

So you might be amused or comforted by the fact that I take in your comments and questions and don’t inform you of how soft your hands will be if you use xyz dish soap. Oh, plus I do try to provide an answer, no charge.

Perhaps I’ll try to post my pizza recipe. It’s very good. I just have to work a little bit more with the crust as it does better with more olive oil but then gets flaky and I have to work it out on timing with the toppings.  I made one tonight but messed with the crust so will have to try again. Right now it’s … I’d tell you but….

I get flaky sometime too, especially when we have overnight guests visiting, are busy with holidays here or elsewhere with family. You’re likely to hear more from me in a huge snowstorm as long as it doesn’t cut out power.

There are no ads here, I like to write.  If I decide to “monetize” this site I’d ask you first.  Then tell you I won’t do it. Ask Pam, my high school buddy, did you ever think writing 600 words a day could be fun? I think I hear a “no” from the smart girl in the front row.

Are you with me? What do you want to hear about? No, I’m not going to be foul mouthed like Bourdain. My husband’s grandmother may read this. Please. This site is not for sale. Cheers, Dee

New Pups and Traveling

No, we don’t have a new one. When we drove out here to the mountains over 2.5 years ago we left everything we owned in storage. We drove two cars 1,600 miles with our dog, laptops, clothes, some kitchen stuff then we each got something special to bring.

I brought the food processor and Jim brought his PSIII. We left our heirloom quilts with his mother for safekeeping.

When we got here we knew Zoe was familiar with a crate so wanted to make her feel at home and make sure she didn’t get into anything while we were out so we got her a wire crate and another bed. We also fitted out my SUV with a cargo screen and 4″ orthopedic bed that would fit a Great Dane (she’s 35 lbs).

We have another wire crate, one with a divider in it that we got when we adopted her at six weeks of age. But you’ll love this, she has a super-sized airline crate she flew in when we were sent to another city for Jim’s work several years ago. It has warning and hazard signs saying “LIVE CARGO” et al.  Plus Jim velcro’d on a waterproof plastic pouch to hold her papers for travel, health, instructions et al.

He even installed a battery-powered fan! So, while we don’t have use of either of those because they’re in storage way longer than we wanted them to be, our new wire crate is being used in the neighborhood.  Earlier this year Parley used it for a few months. As of this week, new pup Harley has it until he’s house-trained.

Yes, I know.  Any pups named Farley, Marley or Charlie will not be allowed into the neighborhood because it’ll get confusing. I just thought you might like the story of Jim’s out-of-this-world airline crate.  Wish I could take a photo for you. Cheers, Dee

Spelling

Today I had a surprise phone screen for a coveted volunteer position. The interviewer said my spelling was spot-on (thanks retired English teacher Auntie L) and he loved my job description: Feminist Homemaker.

Yesterday I received a thank-you note from a young cousin who recently married. It was a gorgeous card with a dark brown envelope and gold lettering. The cardstock note and her words were very kind and well-written.

My mother-in-law went to that wedding for all of us and was introduced to a new culture and new foods, mussels being among them.  She gets her mail at the house and I only go weekly but she said her niece was a wonderful writer.  Then she got back to me and apologized saying I was a good writer as well.

I said there was no reason to apologize. A good writer is what he/she is, and for a younger gal to take pen to paper and write a beautiful letter is not only a gift these days, it’s a miracle! So Auntie L wants us all to brush up on our spelling and letter-writing.  Oh, if you want to get a stamp don’t stand in line at the post office. They’re increasing the price of stamps again because of their chronic inefficiency and nastiness and lines.

Plus telling a new neighbor of less than 24 hours to produce a utility bill for proof of residency, or no mail box. Yeah, I went to UPS where my passport and drivers’ license were enough. It should send a signal to residents that the USPS will not deliver mail to you. You have to rent a box somewhere. So we do. But not from the government. This “service” deserves to fail due to mismanagement and arrogance, plus postal workers tend to “go postal” sometimes.

In the meantime keep up your spelling and always remember to write a thank-you note. Dee

Go to your local UPS store and you’ll pay a couple of cents more but they’re nice and there are no long lines.

Congratulations!

to Austin TX Town Lake Animal Center (TLAC), for being designated a “no-kill” facility and moving to larger quarters so they can better serve the community.

Nearly eight years ago we adopted our Zoe from there.  She was only six weeks old. Unfortunately I can’t find puppy photos on this laptop.  They’re here, it’s my technical ineptitude that prevents me from going back more than five years.

Now she’s featured in TLAC’s “100 Days” blog, chronicling the 100 days before moving to the new facility.  In my mind, Texas and some Western states have taken years to embrace no-kill shelters. Euthanizing an adoptable animal when a foster home or breed rescue group is available is against everything I believe.

Most people wouldn’t have taken our young shelter dog to get her hips removed because she couldn’t walk due to severe dysplasia.  But she’s part of our family and we all got through it. At least she won’t have hip problems in her later years!  If she does, I’ve even researched the right cart for her.

If you’d like to read the piece, which was featured on today’s blog, try http://thelast100daysoftownlakeanimalcenter.blogspot.com/2011/10/zoes-story.html#comments.

Hope you had a great day.  Mine was interesting and may lead to opportunities in the future. Cheers, Dee

Has a book ever brought you to tears?

The Diary of Anne Frank. Death Be Not Proud.  I read both when I was eight and they made me think about my life. So much went on that year, we moved to the country and had chores plus working on the house every weekend. We carted rocks for a retaining wall and finally found the septic tank. And I realized that pulling weeds, setting bricks, painting the house meant nothing when it came to what Anne Frank and Johnny Gunther lived, who both died in their teens.

It puts everything in perspective, even if you don’t know it at age eight. I’ll never claim to know it all any day, even if I’m 90. You should know I’m the “book lady.” I always get new brides and new mothers books appropriate for the situation.

OK, The Velveteen Rabbit still brings me to tears. You’ve got me on that one. Thanks for asking, WordPress. Dee

Manners

To me, they’ve gone the way of the dinosaur.  I was given etiquette books by my mother and was expected to cross a room with a book balanced on my head.

One of the more important and useful tools was to have family dinner every night, and we had to ask to be excused to do our homework.

Today I’d rather read the book than walk with it on my head but years of ballet and gymnastics lead me to believe I could still do it. For what purpose?

What was drilled into me (north) and instilled into my husband (south) was to be amiable in public, defer to elders and never do anything that would give your folks’ a bad name.

Teenagers don’t know why they do what they do, whether it’s skateboarding the local mall, smoking, doing drugs; it’s all about rebellion and anti-parents and establishment.  That’s better served through sports and other legal activities, advice from an old gal who used athletics to get through high school because academia was too easy.

I don’t know why manners have taken such a hit.  They’re the only way your child will ever get a job interview.  If table manners aren’t taught, your college grad may pick up a steak with his hands and chew on it as if he’s a cave man.  That interview just went south.

My parents raised my sister and I in a teutonic way, very structured, then the other brother and sister (think feminist writers) very liberally.  They got notes to skip school regularly.

We were all raised by the same parents and have manners, which I hope will be passed on. I think that etiquette is not snobbery where one has to find the fish fork or sorbet spoon, but basic rules for society.  Let’s just say, no drive-by shootings today.  Cheers, Dee

Up in the Air

George Clooney is a fan favorite, and gorgeous to be sure, and while I love his comic exploits as Danny Ocean, he does have a darker, dramatic side.

My husband is no George Clooney, thank goodness.  We don’t have paparazzi at our door. This “up in the air” character he’d never want to emulate. These people, if they have families, they’re cared for monetarily and not emotionally. It’s best if they’re young and single.

Every year, we open up our home to those with familes elsewhere, or non-existent. While my kitchen is in storage 1.500 miles away I make do for any neighbor, work colleague who has no-where to go and we make our own family.

We are a family and remain so. Cheers and Happy Thanksgiving.  Dee

Grab Bag

From Firestorms… I need to tell you about my next post, let’s just says pre-computer in the 1980′s.  The analyst for insurance came back from maternity leave hated my presence and there was no going back to assistant status.

A job came up for Government Operations, aka Gov Ops. It was a real grab bag with cable television franchising (NYC had not been wired yet), fire and building codes, Native American land claims, Veterans Affairs, legislative ethics (???), redistricting, flag law, state holidays and more.  750 bills that I had to capture from daily reports, track and write reports on each one.  All by hand, no computer.

My boss wanted to give me the scut work of the job and do the meetings with governor’s office and senate on his own, without me, because this had been his committee.  It’s funny that 30 years later he runs the place.  I left because of his micromanagement.

But to get my job I had to go to a birthday party and didn’t know everyone on staff, a knowledge exploration I did and ended up knowing everything and telling nothing.  I showed up at the door and a guy handed me a shot of Jamesons.  I had  Tab and turned him down.  Yep, he was the birthday boy and my prospective boss.

He hired me anyway and on his next birthday I bought him a bottle of Jameson and two shot glasses. Of course I had to join him in a shot. Last one I’ve ever had.

So that’s the “grab bag” committee.  Entitlements (Veterans, Vietnam and Korea), crime victims.  Government land sales. One guy wanted me to allow a 12 year-old to participate in a Revolutionary War re-enactment but he would have had to be inducted in order to do so, and the representative was adamant that the child participate.

For the child to participate in the reenactment he would have been eligible to be called up into the NY reserves and ready for active duty, even overseas.  It took me two weeks to write my way out of that, the legislative lawyers couldn’t do it.

There was another one, where I re-wrote the Alcoholic Beverage Control laws to allow something, but had to re-write the entire chapter.  It looked as if I disallowed Broadway theatres from serving wine during intermission.  After a heated conversation in the elevator with that representative, it passed as well.

Then there was the best one.  As grab bag, I got naming opportunities, like Haym Solomon Day and Raoul Wallenberg Day.  Albany NY’s 40-year mayor was about to die and we had to be ready to name the tower at the state capital after him.

Everyone got together and we got it through Committees, then we had to get it to the floor immediately and the Mayor’s good friend had the bill on file for years and we just had to get the dust off it.  He was going to make a speech.

The tower is the tallest building in NY State outside of NY City.  So the designate said, with me at his side, that it was only fitting that the largest erection in NY be named after his friend.  We all tried to keep giggles to a minimum.

I think we threw a good party after hours.  No lobbyists paid for us, we did all the time.  But they were not invited to “family” parties.  I miss the discourse, the constant friction from many opinions from experts on many issues.  It’s not a lifestlye I could even conceive now because it requires too much with little pay but it was great when I was young, and while I never called on anyone, I always knew there was a family at hand.

Hope yours is well too, as is mine, upstairs and snoring. Cheers, Dee