Sunday, December 26, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Friday, December 03, 2010
Well, I finally found out a little more about the folks across the way. I always take Homer with me when I go out and get the mail. He thinks it's his job now. So I had him in my arms at the mailbox and noticed Ray was outside so I took a chance. I meandered over and asked him if he'd like to meet my new pup. That opened Pandora's box. He petted Homer and started telling me about all the cats that they have. There are several feral cats he's been feeding because he said he couldn't stand to see them out in the cold. The "Cat People" are coming with traps and neuter/spay them and try to find them homes.
I asked him how things are going - remember, he's quite hard of hearing and I speak softly - lots of yelling going on! He said that Bertie is "near being dead," and that she's back home. He said they can't be together more than five minutes that they're not arguing, although he said he's trying real hard not to. He said that he has to help her up during the night several times "to urinate on the port-a-potty, but she dribbles." TMI!!!
But I let him go on. They're looking for a convalescent home for her, and he's got help during the day. He also told me that Bertie is 93 years old! Remember me telling you that she was still driving to the store?!? She doesn't look that old at all. I would've guessed mid to late 70's.
So that's that. I didn't want to ask him any questions about the fire truck that comes and goes all the time. When I told him goodbye, I told him that we were praying for them and he broke into tears. I hugged him and he recovered and thanked me. Gee. Talk about breaking your heart! So....now I know and kinda wish I didn't.
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Wednesday, December 01, 2010
(Ooops. I should have clarified that that's me and Wally on the left....she snickers)
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Monday, November 29, 2010
Several months ago, a deputy sheriff pulled up and wound up hauling Ray off. I got the mail at the same time as my neighbor who told me that Ray had "gone off" and was flushing Bertie's pills and pushing her around. A couple of weeks later, family came and took the furniture out and hauled it off. Bertie went to stay with family and Ray was allowed back in the home - by himself. Since then, Bertie - and the furniture - all moved back in. But earlier in the week a realtor posted a "For Sale" sign in the yard.
It's made me somewhat reflective. I sure hope I don't lose my cognitive skills - the few I have left anyway!
I've already apologized to hubman for things I may do in the future. I have a vivid imagination, and I guess that's why the saga of Ray and Bertie has piqued my interest and concern. There hasn't been any notice in the paper so I'm hoping that things are going well.
When hubman found out about his diabetes, he started walking 1-2 miles a day. By the end of the first week he made several friends and probably knows everyone's name by now. I'm such a "recluse," I don't really know a soul. I guess it's true that opposites attract!
Hope everyone has a fantastic week...
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
I didn't realize what a snoop I am until we moved here where our neighbors are so close. There has been a fire, several ambulances (remember, we're on "Geezer St."), the coroner's van - that was interesting, since it was right across the road, approx three car widths.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
This day, Veteran's Day, is set aside to honor those who have so valiantly served their country to preserve FREEDOM. We have so many patriots in our country (Sarge Charlie!) and I humbly offer my thanks...
This Veteran's Day, I wanted to honor the author of the poem, "High Flight." As I was hunting the poem, I found this notice on the RAF website. Sixty-nine years separate the the two men but their sacrifices will endure forever. So, I lift a pint in honor of our brothers-in-arms, the British.
Senior Aircraftman Scott Hughes dies in CyprusIt is with sadness that the Ministry of Defence must confirm that Senior Aircraftman Scott 'Scotty' Hughes serving with Number 1 Squadron Royal Air Force Regiment died in Cyprus on Sunday 7 November 2010 following injuries sustained in an accident.
Senior Aircraftman (SAC) Hughes was returning from operations in Afghanistan and died from injuries suffered in a boating accident that took place on Friday 5 November as his unit was undertaking decompression activities.
He was due to return home to the UK the following day.
(He was born 5 June 1990)
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
|Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee|
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
I sing it again and again,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.
Wonderful gift from above,
Oh, wonderful, wonderful peace,
Sweet peace, the gift of God’s love.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
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Friday, September 24, 2010
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Isn't that the coolest planter you ever saw? I loved it the minute I laid my eyes on it.
A couple of weeks ago, we had a party at my daughter's house - combination birthdays for Corinne and her step-daughter, Amber. They all wanted to play "Bocci Ball." If you've ever seen a movie with elder Italian playing what appears to be lawn bowling, then you know what Bocci ball is. The object is to throw heavy wooden balls at a smaller ball that's been tossed out towards the opposite goal. Let me tell you, those balls are heavy! There are teams of two, and I played with my son-in-law and we kicked some butt! But even my trusty right arm couldn't save us. We finished in 2nd place. I couldn't move for two days.
I've got a fuzzy little juvenile delinquent resting on my feet. Homer is a little terrorist. He's so adorable when he's sleeping, but when he's "zizzing" around the house, he's a handful! We're not a bit sorry we got a puppy, though. It's fun watching him learn the ropes from our Katie, our older dog. He's already mastered "sit," "drop-it," "bring it," and we're working on "no-bite!" He's little baby teeth are like Parana teeth!
Fall is in the air here - although it is expected to be in the 90's again at the end of the week. Fall means shorter days, which I hate, and cooler weather, which I love!!! We only had to use the A/C about ten days this summer, opting instead to use the cooler we bought. Man, I wish we'd done that two summers ago. Our highest electric bill was under $70! Considering that just last summer it was well over $300 per month, we're thrilled!
Why is it that during the day I can think of so many things I want to talk about, but when I start typing and thinking it all evaporates?!? I guess I need to start making notes. But then I'd just forget where they are...
I'll put my thinking cap on and see what I can come up with.
Happy week, every one.
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Friday, September 03, 2010
Well, it just got weirder and weirder. It would appear that Dr. Kotarac was in a rocky relationship. She and her boyfriend were supposed to leave for Amsterdam last Friday, and I guess they had a brouhaha. She tried to see him Wednesday evening, but he sneaked out the back. She then tried to break the back door down with a shovel, and when that didn't do the job, she got a ladder and got on the roof, removed the chimney cap and went in feet first. This happened Wednesday. The boyfriend stayed elsewhere and didn't return until Thursday, spending the night and leaving for Amsterdam as planned, but by himself, on Friday.
On Saturday, a neighbor, who was taking care of the boyfriend's fish tank, came in and noticed a rank odor (makes me ill to even imagine, especially given the heat), looked up the fireplace and then called the cops.
The boyfriend had noticed Dr. K's purse, along with her cellphone and other personal "stuff," in the backyard Thursday. He and Dr. K's office assistant then called the police, not knowing what had happened to her, and filed a missing persons report. Sadly, she was there all the time.
Her brother said when they were kids they lived on an old property that had a huge fireplace. You could see up through the chimney when the flue was open. He thinks, given her mental state (and yes, she had been drinking), she indeed thought she could get in the house.
I keep thinking about her and what a horrible death she must have had. The official COD was asphyxiation due to chest compression - so it wasn't instant. And they say truth is stranger than fiction....
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Just a short post: I just heard on the news that my doctor died over the weekend! I'm still reeling over this - she was found dead in her boyfriend's house - in the chimney!!! I don't have all of the details yet, but apparently she was trying to get into the house in his absence and tried to go through the chimney?!? Something ain't right here.
Why wouldn't she break a window? Maybe afraid it would set off an alarm? Could it be that she had a little too much to drink and wasn't thinking straight? Could she have had a mental breakdown?
Dr. Kotarac was just 49. She was a brilliant lady - right now I can't begin to remember all of her awards and titles, but this was no 3rd world country bumpkin. An autopsy wasn't completed at the time of the report, so that will prove to be interesting. It's such a shame and what a loss to our community! She was loved and respected by a lot of folks....
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
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Wednesday, August 11, 2010
This has been a crappy week. I was getting back into the swing of blogging regularly, but our Mini Schnazuer began to fail rapidly, so we made that gut-wrenching decision to euthanize her. It will be a week ago tomorrow. This was one very special pup - exceptionally bright - and she had such expressive eyes. When she looked at you she was asking questions: "What can I do? Do you need me, right now...?" Our little Shih Tzu, while very lovable, just wants to be loved...nothing else, nothing more. And that's a good thing, too.
We held Zoey in our arms while the doctor gave her the injection. It was a very peaceful, gentle death. She will always be in our memories...
We made a decision to find another dog, against popular belief. But we thought it would be the best for us and for Katie. Katie has had surgery, put up with that stupid collar for ten days, lost her sister, and now is beleagured by a puppy. The little guy, Homer, is wanting to play with her but she's not wanting any part of him. She has not growled or snapped once - although, I think if she did, he might back off.
He was part of a litter whose Yorkie mom was stolen. The folks that took the litter in hand-fed them around the clock so he's a real lover boy. His dad is a Shih Tsu, so he should be a real cutie to go along with the attitude!
By the way - I am not responsible for naming him~
Monday, August 02, 2010
Our Shih Tsu got her "Elizabethan" collar off Friday. It was funny watching her, even though we felt sorry for her in her efforts to get around. She tried to go through the "doggy door," and it was a sight! And yes, we did open the door for her! She bumped around a lot but adapted quite well. I think she kinda liked the fact that the collar was a great way to catch all the doggie snacks!
We're still not certain about our Mini Schnauzer, Zoey. She has congestive heart failure. She's on meds but she's losing weight rapidly, even though she continues to have a good appetite. We go back to the vet on Wednesday. (Holding my breath...)
We got the bill for our rent, which includes all utilities. Our previous summers have been totally out of sight - like $400-$500 for electric. I tentatively opened the envelope, expecting to have the vapors, but the electric was $65!!!! The swamp cooler we had installed has now paid for itself! It's so dry here we're not bothered by the moisture. I keep telling hubman that it's good for all of my houseplants. (My former husband said when he came home at night he felt like he had to grab a vine to swing through the living room. It's true - I love plants!)
Had a email message on FB from my son's ex (?), completing dragging me and hubman over the coals for all the wicked and evil stuff we've done to my son. I blocked her from FB. There's definite mental issues here - and I'm not trying to be hateful. It's the troof. (For those of you who may not know - he's 42 and a total wreck.)
No plans for the week ahead except a trip to Target for sundries. Oh, the trip to the vet, too. I saw a cartoon last week (Pickles- It's the adventures of an older retired couple). Their daughter asks them to go to dinner with her and her husband, but they pass because they'd miss Jeopardy! I thought, "Oh, Lord. Please don't let me get that bad!"
Wishing you blue skies, lollipops and rainbows.... Crap. Now I've got to go wash out my ears. I hate that song!
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Friday, July 30, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
This is one of my very favorite photos taken locally. This is from the cemetery across the road from us. It was taken in early June, and there was snow on Bear Mountain. It's highly unusual to see snow this time of year. We had an unseasonably cool spring, early summer. Loved it!!!
Monday, July 19, 2010
You all know how Linda loves visiting cemeteries? Well, I do too, and have always enjoyed reading her posts, not just for the history but for the "spooky" element she so deliciously provides - orbs and all! These photos are of an old Kern County cemetery that sits on the banks of Lake Isabella. The picture I took of the guy fishing was taken from this cemetery. (See 3rd photo down)
The oldest headstone is a lot newer than the ones Linda visits but is one of the oldest here. The thing that really contrasts between this one and the ones back east is the earth - here, it's as hard as a rock and dry as a bone. Although cemeteries are not places in which you want to hold festivities, this one is so forlorn looking. The solitary bare stakes that are holding the place of those unknown souls give no testimony as to who is forever laid beneath them. The contrast between these and the ornately carved headstones is great. Makes me wonder about the folks who inhabit these graves. It just may be the the unmarked graves hold the remains of people who were of better character than those who fared better as far as markers go......
(While Mr. Lambert's headstone is relatively new, the description says so much about this area.)