Tuesday, April 29, 2008
It is inevitable that a computer will do this.
For the past few weeks I have hardly been able to visit blogs because of the "slow" processing. Yesterday a little pop up in my task bar told me I was out of virtual memory. (Same thing is happening in my own processor!)
I'm hoping this will not be too time or dollar consuming.
See you on the other side of whatever.
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'm taking you on an easy stroll around my back yard. I found that walking with my digital camera was a little wobbly. So I tried to let the camera do most of the work. Unscripted, raw, and wiggly - here's my favorite morning walk:
A Walk in the back Yard from pamela on Vimeo.
Now, grab your canteen and your comfortable shoes or boots! Head on over to The Lurchers and get ready to do some serious walking!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Here is an unusual story that came to mind:
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Life as firefighter and paramedic for twenty-six years gave me plenty of opportunities to feel proud of being a public servant. Sometimes, it comes in strange forms. One that comes to mind was a typical (if there is such a thing) house fire. One that Hollywood might make. I was the Captain in charge and on arrival I observed the front of the house on fire and coming through the roof of the one story older home. The first in engine company was to come directly to the fire after stopping at the fire hydrant, the ambulance crew would hook up the supply line, and the fire crews were to advance on the fire. One of the first tasks for the crew was to enter from the unburned side (the back door), search for occupants and knock down the seat of the fire.
The ambulance crew donned masks and gear to start their assigned task of ventilating the building. The second engine and ambulance crew arrived in short about the same time the fire crew entered the back door. The fire crew was ordered to backup the fire crew inside and assist with search and rescue and extinguishing the fire.
Within a couple of minutes the Paramedic Lieutenant on the second engine company came running to the command post with an unconscious dog, not breathing. The seat of the fire had been knocked down and the ambulance crew was available to provide rescue breathing for the owners pet (they were not at home at the time.) The order was given and the Paramedics, with oxygen and intubation tubes at ready, started to work on the patient. There were plenty of spectators watching the event and by their concerned faces, they were rooting (or praying) for the fallen animal.
Paramedics are called to do the unexpected and their training paid off. The dog began breathing on its own. By now the backup ambulance with additional paramedics arrived. With enough crews on site to finish fire and overhaul procedures, two paramedics were ordered to take the rescued patient to the veterinarian…stat…pronto. With lights and siren alerting the public of the emergency, they departed.
The owners were located, notified of the fire and arrived at the command post. One of the first questions asked was “is our dog OK?” I explain what happened and that he was at the vet’s and being attended to.
I can honestly say that for all the emergency personnel that attended this fire, the actions and decisions made are just part of who we are and how we think. Just part of the job. But for others, they saw it very differently. It made me proud to be a firefighter when a member of the news media came to me and said “Captain, that is one of the most compassionate acts I have ever seen.”
The owners stayed with their pet overnight at the vets but, sadly it did not survive.
I have a coffee cup with the following: A Firefighter is: brave, energetic, dedicated, courageous, strong, and heroic.
I’m proud to have had a career as a firefighter. Next time you see one, tell ‘m thanks for all they do.
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
Last week I locked myself out of one of my work related web sites. The protocol is very similar on most passwords. You may mark the little box to request they Email you a new one.
My Email never came!
Eventually, I called the toll free number for technical assistance and reached a man in a country on the other side of the globe.
He took my name and business information. When he began to ask me the "Personal Question" I had written for just this scenario he burst into giggles.
It took about 30 seconds for me to realize that he was still trying to finish asking me the question.
That's when I felt a warm flush over my face as I recalled the problems on this web site the previous month.
Every day the log-in page redirected me to the individual profile. For three weeks straight I had to set up new personal information before proceeding. It was time consuming and frustrating.
One day my patience wore down and in the personal question selection I wrote "Why do you ask me these stupid questions?"
Then I answered the question: "Because you are being a Jerk #x*."
As coincidences go, I had no more problems accessing the site and forgot about my impertinent response. Until Thursday, of course.
Although my new friend Amir could not compose himself enough to verify my personal question, he did reset my password with apparent glee.
Boy, howdy..... did I get in there fast and change my profile.
Then this week I drew a total blank (Honest, I rarely forget!) on a password that was assigned to me for a completely unrelated website.
I clicked the little box for a new password and almost immediately heard the corresponding "ba-ding" announcing a message in my Outlook.
I opened the Email to find this unforgettable password: FISHP00
Amir would have approved.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
There are two Nekked Lizards, so I'm assuming they are co-hosting. They gave us an assignment with some parameters:
The brush conceals the deer.
Please sign up to join the fun. Or, just pop over to the hosts blog to find all the participating links. I know the Nekked Lizards will welcome you.
One more Fiver: They are not really nekked.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Today is summer. It is 80 degrees and the daffodils and hyacinths all fainted. I don’t know what happened to my tulips. Was it too cold, or did a gopher eat them?
I was weeding the parking strip when my 86 year old neighbor Bill wandered over.
We chatted about his lawn mower (the hubby delivered and picked it up for him at local small engine repair shop.) I learned that Allie, his dog, would have an afternoon bath. He commiserated with me over the resilient grass and weeds that I was digging from the gravel.
I took him into the back yard where a wide circle of rabbit fur indicated the last moments of one of our little cotton-tailed friends. I was hoping it wasn’t the work of our cats. The Contessa has no claws but L-G (Little Girl) is fully loaded and has a history of living outdoors.
No body parts were left behind so we concluded that it was the work of a hawk or another wild animal.
“I had some company this morning,” he announced. I’d seen the two unfamiliar cars out there earlier.
“There were five of my former students that stopped to see me,” he smiled, and told me their names.
“I told them they should take some flowers to their mother, and so those boys picked a big bouquet of daffodils.”He was proud; pleased that they had taken time to come visit him on a Saturday morning, and pleasured that they enjoyed his early blooms.
I, however, was amused that he still calls his former students,these men in their sixties, boys.
Look! You can just see the snow melting!!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Reaching for skyline
The snow on the foothills
Perching ‘Neath rain cover
The finch on the feeder
Evading the frost bite
The peach by the green house
Disregarding the forecast
I dress for the weather
Refracting bowed promise
The sun, through the rain shower
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Monday, April 07, 2008
"Tell me about your crushes." was her command. Oh - she asked for a bunch of other stuff, too - but I can't multi-task anymore. She had me at Crush.
First crush: Spin and Marty.
(Yippy A, Yippy I, Yippy O.......:)
Don't ask me what these two young "studs" were doing at the Triple R Ranch. All I recall is never missing the Micky Mouse Club. Spin and Marty were one of the ongoing serials that kept us entertained.
High School Pin UP. Jan Michael Vincent.
I didn't have a poster of the hunk although it is possible that I wanted one. I lived a sheltered life and this crush was quietly guarded. Just look at the ooze off that guy.
Here is a LINK to see him in a recent interview. He was once the Hot Fudge on an ice-cream sundae. I believe he has suffered freezer burn. Tsk.
In 1974 I left those immature crushes behind. STARMAN gave me my biggest ever celebrity crush: Jeff Bridges.
I love romance. I enjoy science fiction. He walked out of his space craft au naturale. It doesn't get much better than that. I've enjoyed all of his movies over the years. I still enjoy his "star" power.
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Friday, April 04, 2008
I’ve been following the saga of the severely injured Belle over at Willowtree.
It takes me back to the late eighties when we went through a nearly identical scenario with our beloved dog FreeBea.
You may have guessed by her name the price we paid for her. Nothing.She and her adorable litter mates were sired by a black lab of questionable origin that jumped the fence. Her mom was a registered German Wire-haired Pointer. FreeBea inherited the coarse hair, but none of the wiry curls from the show dog. Her coat was a combination of brown and black, with an undercoat of brown when you brushed the wrong direction.
The following adjectives all applied to her disposition (and position) in our household: Happy, spirited, trustworthy, affectionate, and loved.
She was smart about potty training and never soiled in the house. She always squatted in a specific corner of the yard allowing for easy pooper scooping and lawn maintenance.
The same obedient nature did not apply to her chewing habit. Nothing was safe from her teething requirements – including shoes, panties, purse straps and toys. Dirty socks were a favorite target of her sniff, search, and destroy missions - especially if they were still attached to feet. We were all entertained by the daughter vs. dog dance that precipitated a FreeBea sock snatch and run.
A sleepy snuggle could be celebrated anywhere, but she favored the girls beds. They didn’t mind too much, until she pushed them off the edge.
She was very tolerant of the cats, even letting them rub against her or kneed her chest. Her eyes, however, followed every feline movement.
Unfortunately, our sweet tempered mutt was also a major klutz. There was the time that she escaped the back yard while the hubby was unloading railroad ties from the back of the truck. He didn’t see her in time and one caught her tail on its heavy drop and snapped off nearly 6 inches. Her waggy ways discouraged any healing. She ended up getting a bob.
The accident that is so burned into our memory happened one day when she followed the paper girl down the road. (Although we suspect the paper girl opened the gate and lead her.)
Fortunately, Hubby was home when the knock came on the door. A remorseful gentleman informed that he’d run over a dog- and the papergirl pointed him here.
Hubby jumped in the pick up truck and drove the two blocks to the sight. FreeBea lay on the side of the road, both front legs crushed by truck wheels in the gravel. Her tail wagged as Hubby approached and she made feeble attempts to rise.
He wrapped her in a blanket and sped away to the veterinarian, the same place that Karmyn was working part time after school.
FreeBea was lying on the table with the hubby and the medical staff attending her when Karmyn walked past the commotion.
“Oh!” she said, “that dog sure is in a bad way.”
She later said it reminded her of the scene in The Wizard of Oz, where the scarecrows arms were tattered by the witches evil monkeys.
Then she did a double take and said, “Wait a minute… THAT IS MY DOG!”
FreeBea spent many immobile days; the first week at the clinic and the next two at home, with daily appointments at the clinic for dressing changes
Being the sweet and loving creature that she was, FreeBea was always happy to see her new friends – and was very cooperative as they tended her wounds.
Finally, the mangled tissue healed enough to sustain plaster casts. Soon, she began to test her ability to shift positions.
During her convalescence it snowed about 10 inches and turned very cold.
We wrapped her legs in plastic and carried her outside for each potty break. Unfortunately, she did not want to squat near the patio. Slowly and painfully she would stiff leg her way to the far side of the yard, where she would wait for me (or whoever) to turn away for her privacy.
After completing her task she would whine and look sad until I donned my boots and retrieved her.
It took months for her to heal – as much as it was going to. Her scarred legs never bent again – and it was sadly amusing to watch her run around and do the stiff legged prance… happy once more.
She earned the nickname “Gold Dust” down at the Veterinarian’s clinic because of her propensity to get into expensive trouble.
I wish I could say she grew out of that stage. But, she didn’t.
Around the age of 11 she began acting strangely odd. We now know that she had a disease that some call doggy dementia. On her last day she escaped, Houdini style, through our six-foot fence. She was killed less than a block away from the site of the other incident.
Losing a loved pet is always distressing. But we were especially bereft, not being able to say goodbye.