When I started my blog over a year ago, I made seasonal banners from photos I'd taken. I loved them, and still do, but decided it would be easier to design a simple banner that could stay up year round, so that's what I did.
The choice of design is symbolic. The dandelions signify the end of the flower's cycle, and as the seeds blow away, never knowing where they will land, they give promise to new growth in a new season. The banner will be a gentle reminder of the lessons 2012 brought, and inspire me to continue working to implement those lessons into my life.
As usual, I have many goals on my list for the year. Some are project goals, some are self-awareness goals, but all have some significance for where I find myself in my life's journey.
Whatever your goals for 2013, I hope they bring you some personal fulfillment and joy.
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Friday, January 4, 2013
New banner, new year, new goals
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
A little purging
The more and more I cook, the more and more I realize I have a bunch of 'gadgets' I really don't need. I need good pans, good bowls, good utensils, my two mixers, and a few other random things.
Over the years, as I learned to cook, I thought I needed a bunch of gadgets, and the truth is, I really didn't. None the less, I marched on, collecting the latest gadgets to hit the market. A couple of years ago I did a small purge in the kitchen, and sold several items at a garage sale. It's time for a more thorough purge now.
I want storage space in my kitchen for the things I really need vs. giving up valuable space with things I don't need, and will likely never use again.
What I find most interesting about this process is the realization that great cooking is really far more simple than most folks think, and certainly more simple than I realized, as well...until recently.
Really looking forward to boiling down my kitchen contents to the simple, yet great tools required to prepare the dishes I love.
Over the years, as I learned to cook, I thought I needed a bunch of gadgets, and the truth is, I really didn't. None the less, I marched on, collecting the latest gadgets to hit the market. A couple of years ago I did a small purge in the kitchen, and sold several items at a garage sale. It's time for a more thorough purge now.
I want storage space in my kitchen for the things I really need vs. giving up valuable space with things I don't need, and will likely never use again.
What I find most interesting about this process is the realization that great cooking is really far more simple than most folks think, and certainly more simple than I realized, as well...until recently.
Really looking forward to boiling down my kitchen contents to the simple, yet great tools required to prepare the dishes I love.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
There is nothing to forgive...
In the whole of my life, I don't believe I have faced so many personal challenges, in so short a time...so many ups and downs. And, somehow, through it all, I have managed to stay afloat.
What have I learned? I'm still trying to figure that out, but certainly there are things I can add to that list:
I have learned that pain is still pain, no matter the wrapper it comes in. I have learned that people will let you down, even if they don't mean to. I have learned that I'm stronger than I thought, weaker than I thought, and while more mature, overall, still a child inside, susceptible to things I'd rather not be susceptible to.
I have learned that dreams are just that. They come and they go. Some are worthy of pursuit, and others are not. I have learned that giving up on the realization of a dream is not a personal failure, but an acknowledgement that what I had hoped for is not within my reach.
I have learned that I want to be joyful and happy. I want to give love and kindness, even when such is not extended to me. I have learned that I can stand up for myself, without steam rolling others.
I have learned that I fall a lot, and I'm okay with it, so long as I get up, dust myself off, and move forward, even if I don't always know where I'm going.
I have learned that my life is complete, today, and needs nothing else. It is full enough to bring me joy, just as it is, and while I 'want' for many things, those desires do not control me, nor are they required for me to find joy in what surrounds me.
For me, that is the greatest gift of all, and when I'm hurting and struggling, as I am now, I will stand again; proud of myself, joyful, and in need of nothing. That is my gift to myself, a knowing that I will always be okay.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Bacteria finds a way...
With the recent Parvo outbreaks in/around Seattle, and dogs dropping from the most recent strain, my mind is wandering...
Bacteria finds a way, no matter how advanced we believe our combative measures to be. I have long been of the mind we have helped to create a much bigger problem, through vaccination protocols, anti-bacterial soaps/cleansers, etc., resulting in super bacteria; bacteria that has found a way, and is stronger and more resistant than it would be, had we not given it an opportunity to become strong. By allowing it to exercise its muscles, as it were, on the obstacle courses of combatants we have peppered it with, bateria (all forms), have just gotten stronger.
Think of those commercials showing us the power of anti-bacterial soaps and cleansers. Touted as killing 99.9% of all bacteria. But what happens to the .01% that survives? How did it survive? Was it the strongest of the bacteria fleet, ready to move the bacteria population forward, stronger than before? In my opinion, yes.
So, what's the answer? I sure wish I had one, but I don't. I only have my belief system. My belief system is one where vaccination might put a short-term band-aid on a long-term problem, but it does not fix the problem. I do not vaccinate my dogs, nor myself. I do not believe in flu shots, childhood vaccinations, nor vaccinations for animals.
I have put a lot of time and energy into study of vaccination's affect on companion animals, and while it has *some* benefit, I believe the risks *far* outweigh the benefits. That, however, is another conversation, entirely, and I won't go there...yet.
For now, I'm just pondering...and worrying, and wondering what the answer is, and if we find one, how will we implement it? Is bacteria just nature's way of culling out the weakest? I believe so, however, no one, including myself, wants to be the weakest, nor have the weakest pet, to balance the 'survival of the fittest' scales. Has this been our downfall?
By not allowing our own species to join the 'survival of the fittest' game, have we just continued to weaken ourselves, such that bacteria, super, or not, has the power to overtake us? I think that may be exactly what is happening.
Bacteria finds a way, no matter how advanced we believe our combative measures to be. I have long been of the mind we have helped to create a much bigger problem, through vaccination protocols, anti-bacterial soaps/cleansers, etc., resulting in super bacteria; bacteria that has found a way, and is stronger and more resistant than it would be, had we not given it an opportunity to become strong. By allowing it to exercise its muscles, as it were, on the obstacle courses of combatants we have peppered it with, bateria (all forms), have just gotten stronger.
Think of those commercials showing us the power of anti-bacterial soaps and cleansers. Touted as killing 99.9% of all bacteria. But what happens to the .01% that survives? How did it survive? Was it the strongest of the bacteria fleet, ready to move the bacteria population forward, stronger than before? In my opinion, yes.
So, what's the answer? I sure wish I had one, but I don't. I only have my belief system. My belief system is one where vaccination might put a short-term band-aid on a long-term problem, but it does not fix the problem. I do not vaccinate my dogs, nor myself. I do not believe in flu shots, childhood vaccinations, nor vaccinations for animals.
I have put a lot of time and energy into study of vaccination's affect on companion animals, and while it has *some* benefit, I believe the risks *far* outweigh the benefits. That, however, is another conversation, entirely, and I won't go there...yet.
For now, I'm just pondering...and worrying, and wondering what the answer is, and if we find one, how will we implement it? Is bacteria just nature's way of culling out the weakest? I believe so, however, no one, including myself, wants to be the weakest, nor have the weakest pet, to balance the 'survival of the fittest' scales. Has this been our downfall?
By not allowing our own species to join the 'survival of the fittest' game, have we just continued to weaken ourselves, such that bacteria, super, or not, has the power to overtake us? I think that may be exactly what is happening.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Fall is in the air
It's hard to deny fall is in the air around here. Low temps this week are forecast at, or below freezing. It may warm up a bit, again, but for now, there is a real crispy feel to the air. I really don't know that I'm ready, but ready or not, I don't think I have much say...this one is all Mother Nature's show. She does as she wishes.
This weekend was not as productive for us as usual. Cliff wasn't feeling on top of his game, fighting off an emerging cold, and I was coming off of several days of feeling a little off my game, too. None the less, we did get a few things done.
We got the dogs bathed, which was nice. We also cleared out one of the garden boxes. It was on its last legs. We turned the soil, added some of our compost, and tamped it down. Two more boxes are still productive, as are the two tomato plants in the greenhouse, and the pepper plant, though the pepper plant appears to be winding down, as well.
I think it's time to look at some 'winter-hardy' plants to start in the greenhouse, and see what we can do over the winter, if anything.
Fall cleaning needs to commence inside the house now, though I have really been rather hesitant about doing that. I think my heart is just not quite there yet. Outside still beckons, at least for a while. We still have a few things to tidy up on the side of the house, and I'd like to get that taken care of sooner vs. later. Just random stuff that sort of accumulates over the summer as we work on our outdoor projects - mostly scrap materials. I'm thinking of moving it to the end of the driveway, and putting a 'free' sign on all of it. An ad on CL might accelerate its removal from our property.
My composting tumbler, and bin sure could use a little carbon. It's time for those leaves to fall. I could use a little 'woody' debris.
All in all, a good weekend.
This weekend was not as productive for us as usual. Cliff wasn't feeling on top of his game, fighting off an emerging cold, and I was coming off of several days of feeling a little off my game, too. None the less, we did get a few things done.
We got the dogs bathed, which was nice. We also cleared out one of the garden boxes. It was on its last legs. We turned the soil, added some of our compost, and tamped it down. Two more boxes are still productive, as are the two tomato plants in the greenhouse, and the pepper plant, though the pepper plant appears to be winding down, as well.
I think it's time to look at some 'winter-hardy' plants to start in the greenhouse, and see what we can do over the winter, if anything.
Fall cleaning needs to commence inside the house now, though I have really been rather hesitant about doing that. I think my heart is just not quite there yet. Outside still beckons, at least for a while. We still have a few things to tidy up on the side of the house, and I'd like to get that taken care of sooner vs. later. Just random stuff that sort of accumulates over the summer as we work on our outdoor projects - mostly scrap materials. I'm thinking of moving it to the end of the driveway, and putting a 'free' sign on all of it. An ad on CL might accelerate its removal from our property.
My composting tumbler, and bin sure could use a little carbon. It's time for those leaves to fall. I could use a little 'woody' debris.
All in all, a good weekend.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Love is in the little things...
I took this photo this morning...it really needs no introduction.
There is a special place in Heaven for my husband. With every thing he does, he shows love and complete devotion. This is how Ty prefers his water now. For as long as he wishes, this is how he will receive it, from loving hands that support him, in every possible way.
When you wish for nothing but the love that surrounds you, you know you have everything you will ever need.
We are blessed to have you in our lives, Cliff. There simply are no words to tell you just how much you mean to all of us.
There is a special place in Heaven for my husband. With every thing he does, he shows love and complete devotion. This is how Ty prefers his water now. For as long as he wishes, this is how he will receive it, from loving hands that support him, in every possible way.
When you wish for nothing but the love that surrounds you, you know you have everything you will ever need.
We are blessed to have you in our lives, Cliff. There simply are no words to tell you just how much you mean to all of us.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Happy birthday, Jet!
It is so hard to believe he is 13. Where the heck has all the time gone?
I see the signs of age, and I know he's not my bouncing puppy any longer, but he will always be my special boy. The love of furry dog life, and every day he's here, is a day I cherish as a fine and wonderful gift.
I love you, Jet...with every fiber of my being. We have been many places, you and I. Thank you for every experience. They have all made me a better person than I would have otherwise been.
I see the signs of age, and I know he's not my bouncing puppy any longer, but he will always be my special boy. The love of furry dog life, and every day he's here, is a day I cherish as a fine and wonderful gift.
I love you, Jet...with every fiber of my being. We have been many places, you and I. Thank you for every experience. They have all made me a better person than I would have otherwise been.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Olympics...
I'm always kind of sad when the Olympics are over. Watching all the athletes shoot for the moon, and the range of emotions that follow, is just fascinating. It's one hell of a human experience. I always enjoy the highlight reels after the actual games are over, too.
I think London did a great job hosting the games. The venues all looked interesting, the setting was great, and it was great fun to see William, Kate and Harry appear at so many events, cheering, and enjoying the experience.
Of the two games: summer and winter, I'm a fan of the summer games. Probably because Americans do well at the summer games...more so than winter, and it's fun when your home country excels, and makes several appearances on the podium.
For me, three Americans that really stood out were Gabby Douglas, Missy Franklin and David Boudia. They just captured my heart. All three of them. Not because of their achievements in their respective sports, but because they seemed to embody the best of America's youth.
I wasn't as impressed with NBC's coverage of the events as I have been in year's past. Too much of some sports, and not enough of others. It was pretty clear the coverage was centric to American prowess vs. a broad coverage, regardless of who was expected to win. I'd like to see a little less of some sports, and a little more of others.
My greatest let down during the games was the opening and closing ceremonies. Some bits were good, but overall, they both left me feeling flat, and I didn't finish watching either. I sat watching, thinking, "I don't get it", and that was how it went, for both ceremonies. I know some folks really enjoyed them.
In the opening ceremonies, I did enjoy the bit where the Queen did a spot, jumping from the 'copter (yes, I know it wasn't really her!), and I did love McCartney, but so many other bits seemed disjointed and without flow or relevance.
The closing ceremonies seemed more a showcase of who didn't show up, than who did. Where were the heavy hitters? Sting, The Who, The Clash, The Stones, more of the guys from Pink Floyd, Phil Collins? I mean, if you're going to showcase British music, showcase it. It felt more like country fair entertainment than a showcase of the best Great Britain has to offer. I did really like the spot on John Lennon (his face made from the puzzle pieces was really interesting), and I thought the Stomp bit was fun, but the singers in/on cars got old, and it all seemed a bit too disconnected from the spirit of the Olympics.
None the less, I realize they can't please everyone, and while I found some bits lacking, overall I thought it was a great 17 days, and I'm sure the next set of games will bring much more of the same...the human experience is, after all, one of extreme highs and extreme lows, and one can't appreciate one extreme without the other.
Good job, London! Have a drink, and rest. You deserve it.
I think London did a great job hosting the games. The venues all looked interesting, the setting was great, and it was great fun to see William, Kate and Harry appear at so many events, cheering, and enjoying the experience.
Of the two games: summer and winter, I'm a fan of the summer games. Probably because Americans do well at the summer games...more so than winter, and it's fun when your home country excels, and makes several appearances on the podium.
For me, three Americans that really stood out were Gabby Douglas, Missy Franklin and David Boudia. They just captured my heart. All three of them. Not because of their achievements in their respective sports, but because they seemed to embody the best of America's youth.
I wasn't as impressed with NBC's coverage of the events as I have been in year's past. Too much of some sports, and not enough of others. It was pretty clear the coverage was centric to American prowess vs. a broad coverage, regardless of who was expected to win. I'd like to see a little less of some sports, and a little more of others.
My greatest let down during the games was the opening and closing ceremonies. Some bits were good, but overall, they both left me feeling flat, and I didn't finish watching either. I sat watching, thinking, "I don't get it", and that was how it went, for both ceremonies. I know some folks really enjoyed them.
In the opening ceremonies, I did enjoy the bit where the Queen did a spot, jumping from the 'copter (yes, I know it wasn't really her!), and I did love McCartney, but so many other bits seemed disjointed and without flow or relevance.
The closing ceremonies seemed more a showcase of who didn't show up, than who did. Where were the heavy hitters? Sting, The Who, The Clash, The Stones, more of the guys from Pink Floyd, Phil Collins? I mean, if you're going to showcase British music, showcase it. It felt more like country fair entertainment than a showcase of the best Great Britain has to offer. I did really like the spot on John Lennon (his face made from the puzzle pieces was really interesting), and I thought the Stomp bit was fun, but the singers in/on cars got old, and it all seemed a bit too disconnected from the spirit of the Olympics.
None the less, I realize they can't please everyone, and while I found some bits lacking, overall I thought it was a great 17 days, and I'm sure the next set of games will bring much more of the same...the human experience is, after all, one of extreme highs and extreme lows, and one can't appreciate one extreme without the other.
Good job, London! Have a drink, and rest. You deserve it.
Monday, August 6, 2012
A little time off...
Cliff put in for a week's vacation later in the summer. I'm not really sure what we're going to do. Likely spend a couple of days around the house, organizing, purging and just generally going through the annual "keep, toss or sell" process.
We'd also like to spend a couple of days driving around, perhaps making our way to the coast. And, of course, I'd like to stretch my photography wings a bit more. Now that I'm more intimately familiar with all the major functions of my camera, it's time to seek some new subjects, and play around with longer exposures, different lighting challenges, etc. Seems when I gather a better understanding of yet another function of my camera, I find a new level of detail in my shots, too, which is very exciting for me. Now that I'm shooting on manual, I see what's truly available to me, in terms of my camera's capabilities, and the finer level of control is really nifty. Truly, this is where photography really rings my bell: the technical aspect of shooting.
So, back to the point of this post...where to go on our little jaunt? The Pacific Northwest is so pretty, it's rare we need to leave the area to see the best of nature. We are very fortunate to live in such a beautiful place, and within just a few hours, one can see the brilliance of nature's bounty. Everything is green and in full foliage. Should be a fun time.
And, no trip with the dogs would be complete without a romp in water, somewhere. I anticipate a few 'wet dog' shots in my future.
We'd also like to spend a couple of days driving around, perhaps making our way to the coast. And, of course, I'd like to stretch my photography wings a bit more. Now that I'm more intimately familiar with all the major functions of my camera, it's time to seek some new subjects, and play around with longer exposures, different lighting challenges, etc. Seems when I gather a better understanding of yet another function of my camera, I find a new level of detail in my shots, too, which is very exciting for me. Now that I'm shooting on manual, I see what's truly available to me, in terms of my camera's capabilities, and the finer level of control is really nifty. Truly, this is where photography really rings my bell: the technical aspect of shooting.
So, back to the point of this post...where to go on our little jaunt? The Pacific Northwest is so pretty, it's rare we need to leave the area to see the best of nature. We are very fortunate to live in such a beautiful place, and within just a few hours, one can see the brilliance of nature's bounty. Everything is green and in full foliage. Should be a fun time.
And, no trip with the dogs would be complete without a romp in water, somewhere. I anticipate a few 'wet dog' shots in my future.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Now and then...
I thought it would be interesting to look back at the first '10' ever scored by an Olympic gymnast. The 'who' was Nadia Comaneci and she did it in 1976 at the Montreal games. Things have changed a lot since then. I can't say I find the performance particularly impressive, looking back from today, but I remember watching this when it happened, back in 1976, and as I recall, it was pretty special at the time. I think the advancements in the sport are clearly evident, when you consider what today's young gymnasts are capable of. A tribute, surely, to advancements in sports technology.
For comparison's sake, Gabby Douglas' bar performance, just a few days ago in London.
The complexity of the release elements, as well as the dismount, are so far advanced. What makes one so much more special? Likely the moment in time vs. anything else.
Take a look at the vault performances. Nadia, 1976.
And McKayla Maroney's vault just a few days ago, helping to give the United States a team gold medal. Again, quite the difference. McKayla's fault was assessed .2667 deductions. I'd sure like to know where those deductions were. Of course, I'm not a gymnast, so have no eye for it, but even the commentators could not tell us where the deductions were.
I found it interesting to look back...
For comparison's sake, Gabby Douglas' bar performance, just a few days ago in London.
The complexity of the release elements, as well as the dismount, are so far advanced. What makes one so much more special? Likely the moment in time vs. anything else.
Take a look at the vault performances. Nadia, 1976.
And McKayla Maroney's vault just a few days ago, helping to give the United States a team gold medal. Again, quite the difference. McKayla's fault was assessed .2667 deductions. I'd sure like to know where those deductions were. Of course, I'm not a gymnast, so have no eye for it, but even the commentators could not tell us where the deductions were.
I found it interesting to look back...
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Olympics
Among other chores, I just watched the finish of the Olympic women's road race in London. After nearly four hours of riding, those young women pulled strength from their legs they should have never been able to find. So purely impressive. I have a particular interest in swimming, as well as track and field, but any event is so enjoyable to watch. My hat is off to these incredible men and women, who dedicate their entire lives to the pursuit of a singular goal. What a tribute to the possibilities that lie within the human spirit. I am going to really enjoy the next two weeks, as these games unfold for the world to see.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Can he hear me?
Jet is going to be 13 in August. I can't believe where all the time has gone. Is it really possible that 13 years have passed since we brought home that darling baby puppy? It was 1999 when he joined the family. Our first Sheltie. Arguably, the best acquisition of my entire life.
He can't jump up on the bed very easily any longer, and getting down is risky business for him. He really has to think about that dismount, but he can cross the yard in 2 seconds, flat, to give crap to the neighbor Rottie he still thinks needs a good ass whipping.
He can still get up on the sofa, and he does. Kindle often beats him to it, but she must get in line...when he wants the spot next to me, she must move, whether or not she wants to.
He can't hear very well, but it surprises me how finely turned his hearing is to the sound of a crinkling treat bag. Some things they always hear, I suppose.
I whisper to him, every day, right into his ear, "I love you," yet I don't know if he can hear me. None the less, I will do it until he breathes no more. I can't imagine life without this dog, and the thought is crippling, but I know that day is coming. It's hard for me to think he can't hear my voice any longer...I hope he can. If not, I hope he feels the love I have for him.
The light he has brought to my life is impossible to describe. He has been with me through some of the best times of my life, and some of the worst. I know God sent him here to watch over me, knowing the hardest days were yet to come, knowing this dog would pull me through, time and again.
Some people don't understand the love I have for this dog. I don't really care. I know what he means to me, the impact he has had on me, and the sheer joy he has brought me, so many times I could never re-count them all.
I look forward to many more experiences with him, but as he ages, each day we have together is so much sweeter...I cherish them all. I cherish him.
He can't jump up on the bed very easily any longer, and getting down is risky business for him. He really has to think about that dismount, but he can cross the yard in 2 seconds, flat, to give crap to the neighbor Rottie he still thinks needs a good ass whipping.
He can still get up on the sofa, and he does. Kindle often beats him to it, but she must get in line...when he wants the spot next to me, she must move, whether or not she wants to.
He can't hear very well, but it surprises me how finely turned his hearing is to the sound of a crinkling treat bag. Some things they always hear, I suppose.
I whisper to him, every day, right into his ear, "I love you," yet I don't know if he can hear me. None the less, I will do it until he breathes no more. I can't imagine life without this dog, and the thought is crippling, but I know that day is coming. It's hard for me to think he can't hear my voice any longer...I hope he can. If not, I hope he feels the love I have for him.
The light he has brought to my life is impossible to describe. He has been with me through some of the best times of my life, and some of the worst. I know God sent him here to watch over me, knowing the hardest days were yet to come, knowing this dog would pull me through, time and again.
Some people don't understand the love I have for this dog. I don't really care. I know what he means to me, the impact he has had on me, and the sheer joy he has brought me, so many times I could never re-count them all.
I look forward to many more experiences with him, but as he ages, each day we have together is so much sweeter...I cherish them all. I cherish him.
Friday, June 15, 2012
And speaking of Hunger Games...
I have considered writing this post since I saw The Hunger Games a bit ago, but the point of the post, while short, is gut-wrenching for me.
I read all of the books in Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games trilogy, and I wanted to see the movie. I wanted to visualize the strange world of Panem, and its occupants.
I knew the story of Rue, the young girl from district 11 who is killed while Katniss watches over her, but in the movie, the visual of Rue hit me in the gut like a freight train. For those who know me, and know what Rue looks like in the movie, you will understand. Heart-breaking symbolism...
I read all of the books in Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games trilogy, and I wanted to see the movie. I wanted to visualize the strange world of Panem, and its occupants.
I knew the story of Rue, the young girl from district 11 who is killed while Katniss watches over her, but in the movie, the visual of Rue hit me in the gut like a freight train. For those who know me, and know what Rue looks like in the movie, you will understand. Heart-breaking symbolism...
Regulation by-products
This really should be a "thoughtful Tuesday" post, but it's not Tuesday, and I don't feel like waiting to write it and post it, so here we are, on a Friday...my thoughts for consideration, or not.
A few things have bubbled up lately that have made me stop and think about 'regulation' in our lives, and specifically, in *my* life.
As a society, we think regulation is great. Regulate everything, from animal agriculture to cigarettes and guns, and everything in between. Regulation makes life great, right? Someone to 'police' those we interact with on a daily basis. The food grower, the dog breeder, the hunter, the farmer...tell them how to run their lives, and our *own* lives will be better.
I think about the native Americans. They didn't need regulation. They didn't waste, they were master recyclers, and they didn't worry overly much about what other tribes were doing, so long as they weren't making war. Somehow they managed to live, and do so quite effectively, off the land, leaving little to no carbon footprint.
The first 'regulators' in this country were the British, as an umbrella 'empire' over British America, or the original colonies. While independently governed within their colony 'walls', the colonies were, for all intents and purposes, British...ruled by that empire, an empire that was over 3,000 miles away.
Can you image how a 3,000 mile transit, over open water, must have looked to those early settlers? It was probably on par with how we now view a trip to the moon and back. Being ruled from that distance must have felt really weird. I can't even stomach being ruled by the idiots in Washington, on my home soil, much less the kind of ruling that was established for this country in the early 17th century.
In 1776 this country declared its independence from British rule.
Freedom...
Certainly a hard fought battle, as most battles are, but totally worth it. Why, then, once freedom is achieved, do we panic, and bring forth regulation that slowly, and methodically, chips away at the freedom we fought so hard for? Do we we have so little faith in our ability to function, to care for ourselves, to work for what we need, and to enjoy the fruits of freedom, that we march toward regulation with unquestioning faith?
How stupid!
A discussion yesterday with a friend was kind of the final piece to the puzzle that has brought forth this dialog. Planting my own garden is another piece of that puzzle, as is my composting efforts, here in my own home. Silly things to spur on such a deep subject, but as I thought about some of the things my friend and I discussed, I realized that we have, through that never ending march toward regulation, created a homogenous existence, devoid of choice, other than within the walls that have been built to contain us.
Think Hunger Games. Throw us into an arena, and we are free to choose our 'game', but in the end, the big prize isn't ours. Why? Because we have regulated ourselves into that arena, and many of the choices we might have made have been removed from the 'menu'. We can only choose what's on the menu.
A few years back I watched a movie called "Food, Inc." I think many who watched it were lured into believing everything presented. Shock and awe were certainly options we were left to feel, and I won't tell you I was immune to those feelings, but I also sat and thought, long and hard, about the other side. What were we missing? At the time I found an excellent article that reviewed, and debunked many of the points made in the movie.
In discussing Food, Inc. with my friend yesterday, I was reminded of that article, and I shared it with her. I'd like to share it with you here, too.
I also want to share with you one of my most favorite articles, written by Mike Rowe, of Dirty Jobs. It's about the speech he gave at the FFA (Future Farmers of America) in 2009. His write-up of that speech is moving, IMO, and very much worth a read.
In planting my own garden over the past month, and in the efforts I have gone to to construct my garden with free, or low cost items, as well as many recycled items as I can find, I have seen many of the points made in the two links included in the two preceding paragraphs.
First off, farming, whether in your back-yard, or on hundreds of acres, is a labor of love. It might be a hobby for the back-yard farmer, but if half of your hobby crop dies, it doesn't have the impact on your livelihood that the same loss percentage would have on the career farmer, and the family he is trying to provide for, yet we criticize him for the way in which he contributes to the effort to feed the 6+ million inhabitants of this planet.
We are removed from our food, and the effort with which it's produced. We judge those who grow it, and tell them, through regulation, they aren't doing a good enough job, yet how many of us are living off the grid, growing our own vegatables, and raising our own meat?
Many cry foul and say "organic" and "free range", but do we really understand what those things mean? Do we really think we can feed 6+ billion people, and also have enough land to "free-range" our feed animals?
I'm of the mind that what we eat, and how we eat, should not be regulated by anyone. I believe we, alone, are responsible for our choices.
From the Slanker's write-up, discussing the movie:
"Where is the Accountability?
The movie now jumps to a man ordering some fast food (seven sandwiches) and three soft drinks for himself, his wife, and two daughters. He pays $11.48. They are all overweight and he is a diabetic spending about $200 a month on prescription drugs to “stay healthy.” Then it shows the same family in a supermarket turning up their noses at broccoli priced at $1.29 per pound because it’s too expensive. In other words, instead of a grain-based omega-3 deficient meal costing $11.48 they could have bought 8.9 pounds of broccoli and drank free water from a fountain. The broccoli would have made a highly nutritious meal (loaded with nutrients and omega-3 fatty acids) whereas the grain-based sandwiches and corn syrup drinks were not. No matter how you make the comparison, the broccoli with free water provided the greatest value in terms of bulk, nutrition, and value."
IMO, we should not blame the producers. It's all that regulation that has led us to where we are today. We have a very straight-forward, simple, and non-governmental way in which to regulate. It's called our wallet. If you don't like something, don't blame those who produce it, blame those who buy it, and those who buy it, my friends, are you and I.
Why is McDonald's a billion dollar business that thrives? Because that is where our wallet focuses its contents.
A word about organic: First off, is it, really? A friend just recently suggested a fungicide for my tomato plants that was suggested by a "100% organic grower for fine restaurants..." Hum, organic? Fungicide? Not sure about that.
What is 'certified organic'? Is the soil tested? The water? How about the inorganic ground water from surrounding inorganic producers? Who verifies the produce from these organic farms have never been treated for fungus (i.e., the above mentioned fungicide from the 100% organic grower), pests, etc.? How can we know for sure?
Do I buy organic? I do not, but it isn't because I don't want to, it's because I simply cannot afford it, but given the choice between the 9 lbs. of broccoli vs. the burgers and corn syrup drinks in the Slanker's review of Kenner's movie, Food, Inc., I would probably choose the broccoli, especially if I was spouting off about how food producers are scheming, and operating sinister food production facilities, cloaked in the stuff of secret societies.
Why do food animal agriculture farmers hide their facilities? Because people like Wayne Pacelle, Kenner, Eric Schlosser and Michael Pollan are ready, waiting to pounce. Shit, I would be a little gun shy, myself. And, truth be told, I am...and I'm a small dog breeder, with two intact bitches, but the pressure to stop breeding, even at that level, is often times overwhelming. It makes one retreat. After all, if a farmer is operating within the regulation of the USDA (oops, there's that 'regulation' word again), does he have anything to prove to the likes of Pacelle, Kenner, Schlosser and Pollan? Not in my opinion. I'd rather the USDA just take leave, and regulate with my wallet.
Footnote: I just read that we have now topped 7+ billion people on this planet...wow! And, before anyone corrects my historical facts re: British rule, etc., please understand I do not consider myself a history buff, so any inconsistencies, errors or omissions are unintentional. The point of my post is regulation. Thanks!
A few things have bubbled up lately that have made me stop and think about 'regulation' in our lives, and specifically, in *my* life.
As a society, we think regulation is great. Regulate everything, from animal agriculture to cigarettes and guns, and everything in between. Regulation makes life great, right? Someone to 'police' those we interact with on a daily basis. The food grower, the dog breeder, the hunter, the farmer...tell them how to run their lives, and our *own* lives will be better.
I think about the native Americans. They didn't need regulation. They didn't waste, they were master recyclers, and they didn't worry overly much about what other tribes were doing, so long as they weren't making war. Somehow they managed to live, and do so quite effectively, off the land, leaving little to no carbon footprint.
The first 'regulators' in this country were the British, as an umbrella 'empire' over British America, or the original colonies. While independently governed within their colony 'walls', the colonies were, for all intents and purposes, British...ruled by that empire, an empire that was over 3,000 miles away.
Can you image how a 3,000 mile transit, over open water, must have looked to those early settlers? It was probably on par with how we now view a trip to the moon and back. Being ruled from that distance must have felt really weird. I can't even stomach being ruled by the idiots in Washington, on my home soil, much less the kind of ruling that was established for this country in the early 17th century.
In 1776 this country declared its independence from British rule.
Freedom...
Certainly a hard fought battle, as most battles are, but totally worth it. Why, then, once freedom is achieved, do we panic, and bring forth regulation that slowly, and methodically, chips away at the freedom we fought so hard for? Do we we have so little faith in our ability to function, to care for ourselves, to work for what we need, and to enjoy the fruits of freedom, that we march toward regulation with unquestioning faith?
How stupid!
A discussion yesterday with a friend was kind of the final piece to the puzzle that has brought forth this dialog. Planting my own garden is another piece of that puzzle, as is my composting efforts, here in my own home. Silly things to spur on such a deep subject, but as I thought about some of the things my friend and I discussed, I realized that we have, through that never ending march toward regulation, created a homogenous existence, devoid of choice, other than within the walls that have been built to contain us.
Think Hunger Games. Throw us into an arena, and we are free to choose our 'game', but in the end, the big prize isn't ours. Why? Because we have regulated ourselves into that arena, and many of the choices we might have made have been removed from the 'menu'. We can only choose what's on the menu.
A few years back I watched a movie called "Food, Inc." I think many who watched it were lured into believing everything presented. Shock and awe were certainly options we were left to feel, and I won't tell you I was immune to those feelings, but I also sat and thought, long and hard, about the other side. What were we missing? At the time I found an excellent article that reviewed, and debunked many of the points made in the movie.
In discussing Food, Inc. with my friend yesterday, I was reminded of that article, and I shared it with her. I'd like to share it with you here, too.
I also want to share with you one of my most favorite articles, written by Mike Rowe, of Dirty Jobs. It's about the speech he gave at the FFA (Future Farmers of America) in 2009. His write-up of that speech is moving, IMO, and very much worth a read.
In planting my own garden over the past month, and in the efforts I have gone to to construct my garden with free, or low cost items, as well as many recycled items as I can find, I have seen many of the points made in the two links included in the two preceding paragraphs.
First off, farming, whether in your back-yard, or on hundreds of acres, is a labor of love. It might be a hobby for the back-yard farmer, but if half of your hobby crop dies, it doesn't have the impact on your livelihood that the same loss percentage would have on the career farmer, and the family he is trying to provide for, yet we criticize him for the way in which he contributes to the effort to feed the 6+ million inhabitants of this planet.
We are removed from our food, and the effort with which it's produced. We judge those who grow it, and tell them, through regulation, they aren't doing a good enough job, yet how many of us are living off the grid, growing our own vegatables, and raising our own meat?
Many cry foul and say "organic" and "free range", but do we really understand what those things mean? Do we really think we can feed 6+ billion people, and also have enough land to "free-range" our feed animals?
I'm of the mind that what we eat, and how we eat, should not be regulated by anyone. I believe we, alone, are responsible for our choices.
From the Slanker's write-up, discussing the movie:
"Where is the Accountability?
The movie now jumps to a man ordering some fast food (seven sandwiches) and three soft drinks for himself, his wife, and two daughters. He pays $11.48. They are all overweight and he is a diabetic spending about $200 a month on prescription drugs to “stay healthy.” Then it shows the same family in a supermarket turning up their noses at broccoli priced at $1.29 per pound because it’s too expensive. In other words, instead of a grain-based omega-3 deficient meal costing $11.48 they could have bought 8.9 pounds of broccoli and drank free water from a fountain. The broccoli would have made a highly nutritious meal (loaded with nutrients and omega-3 fatty acids) whereas the grain-based sandwiches and corn syrup drinks were not. No matter how you make the comparison, the broccoli with free water provided the greatest value in terms of bulk, nutrition, and value."
IMO, we should not blame the producers. It's all that regulation that has led us to where we are today. We have a very straight-forward, simple, and non-governmental way in which to regulate. It's called our wallet. If you don't like something, don't blame those who produce it, blame those who buy it, and those who buy it, my friends, are you and I.
Why is McDonald's a billion dollar business that thrives? Because that is where our wallet focuses its contents.
A word about organic: First off, is it, really? A friend just recently suggested a fungicide for my tomato plants that was suggested by a "100% organic grower for fine restaurants..." Hum, organic? Fungicide? Not sure about that.
What is 'certified organic'? Is the soil tested? The water? How about the inorganic ground water from surrounding inorganic producers? Who verifies the produce from these organic farms have never been treated for fungus (i.e., the above mentioned fungicide from the 100% organic grower), pests, etc.? How can we know for sure?
Do I buy organic? I do not, but it isn't because I don't want to, it's because I simply cannot afford it, but given the choice between the 9 lbs. of broccoli vs. the burgers and corn syrup drinks in the Slanker's review of Kenner's movie, Food, Inc., I would probably choose the broccoli, especially if I was spouting off about how food producers are scheming, and operating sinister food production facilities, cloaked in the stuff of secret societies.
Why do food animal agriculture farmers hide their facilities? Because people like Wayne Pacelle, Kenner, Eric Schlosser and Michael Pollan are ready, waiting to pounce. Shit, I would be a little gun shy, myself. And, truth be told, I am...and I'm a small dog breeder, with two intact bitches, but the pressure to stop breeding, even at that level, is often times overwhelming. It makes one retreat. After all, if a farmer is operating within the regulation of the USDA (oops, there's that 'regulation' word again), does he have anything to prove to the likes of Pacelle, Kenner, Schlosser and Pollan? Not in my opinion. I'd rather the USDA just take leave, and regulate with my wallet.
Footnote: I just read that we have now topped 7+ billion people on this planet...wow! And, before anyone corrects my historical facts re: British rule, etc., please understand I do not consider myself a history buff, so any inconsistencies, errors or omissions are unintentional. The point of my post is regulation. Thanks!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Thoughtful Tuesday: waylaid Wednesday...?
Yesterday was Tuesday, which means "thoughtful Tuesday", but I wasn't really up to writing, so, here I am on Wednesday, writing a "thoughtful Tuesday" post. Perhaps I should call it "waylaid Wednesday"?
Yesterday I heard of the passing of a high school classmate. I didn't know her real well in high school, and I certainly hadn't kept up with her in the ensuing years, but there is something about high school that breeds some familiarity, and when you know the name and remember the person, you feel a connection, even in the absence of a regularly maintained one. Social media allows us to re-connect, electronically, so those long lost names and faces bubble up, and breed a refreshed familiarity. I also think high school is a time of beginnings, and in my own mind, I think it will always be that way. When a high school classmate is lost, it chips away at the illusion of the innocence of those 'beginnings', and carries an element of shock.
It's unsettling when an acquaintance who has passed is someone that was your own age, no matter the age. I remember the first time a friend of mine passed away, and was my age. I was 18 at the time. She was lost to a tragic car accident. I remember thinking how much it scared me. I remember realizing I wouldn't be here forever, that life would end for me, too, at some point down my road.
And so it went yesterday when I heard about the passing of my classmate.
I know life goes on, and it must, but there is always a part of me that wishes the world would stop, just for a moment in time, to honor those who pass. It just seems so inconsequential when a life is lost, and millions of people just carry on, without a care. Of course, they carry on because they don't know they shouldn't, and, of course, they don't even know that particular life was lost, but I find it oddly unsettling for those left behind...for them, life will go on, but be forever changed.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Mobile grooming station...
For the dog show enthusiast who is too tall for one level of crates, and too short for two...
How they attach. Just a couple of L-hooks, screwed in. Spaced so they drop into pre-drilled holes in the crates.
The stain was called "Black Cherry", but I thought it looked more like eggplant when applied. No matter, I like purple.
Casters attached with nuts and bolts.
And it all folds down and goes in the back of the Element.
How they attach. Just a couple of L-hooks, screwed in. Spaced so they drop into pre-drilled holes in the crates.
The stain was called "Black Cherry", but I thought it looked more like eggplant when applied. No matter, I like purple.
Casters attached with nuts and bolts.
And it all folds down and goes in the back of the Element.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Thoughtful Tuesday: worried about Ty...
Today is thoughtful Tuesday, and I don't much feel like writing. I'm worried about Ty. I don't wish to vocalize anything specific, but would ask for some prayers for him, and to give the vet healing hands for his visit this afternoon. That's all...
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Spring is here! But is it, really?
It's officially spring, or so says the calendar.
My surroundings say it's most definitely winter, with two days of snow, and the white stuff still all around town. It's cold, it's windy, and I have been on a comfort food binge for weeks, just trying to keep the bones warm!
I caved, and changed the blog banner, even though it doesn't really feel like spring yet, but perhaps the pretty flowers will give me a reason to better tolerate the snow, and cold temperatures, knowing warmer days are just around the corner.
Of course, the avalanche on the pass last night didn't really do much to give me hope for those aforementioned warmer days, but who's really counting that? After all, it's just one little avalanche, right? =)
On another note, new recipes will be coming soon. I'm planning some fun things I have in mind for the spring and summer, including my own smoked deli meats. I have a small smoker I got two summers ago, and I have thoroughly enjoyed it to this point. I thought it might be nice to branch out. I'm doing some research on making my own pastrami. More on that when those warmer days make their way to the high desert.
My surroundings say it's most definitely winter, with two days of snow, and the white stuff still all around town. It's cold, it's windy, and I have been on a comfort food binge for weeks, just trying to keep the bones warm!
I caved, and changed the blog banner, even though it doesn't really feel like spring yet, but perhaps the pretty flowers will give me a reason to better tolerate the snow, and cold temperatures, knowing warmer days are just around the corner.
Of course, the avalanche on the pass last night didn't really do much to give me hope for those aforementioned warmer days, but who's really counting that? After all, it's just one little avalanche, right? =)
On another note, new recipes will be coming soon. I'm planning some fun things I have in mind for the spring and summer, including my own smoked deli meats. I have a small smoker I got two summers ago, and I have thoroughly enjoyed it to this point. I thought it might be nice to branch out. I'm doing some research on making my own pastrami. More on that when those warmer days make their way to the high desert.
Friday, March 16, 2012
What happened to Kindle?
Last summer I noticed something just a little bit 'off' with my beloved Kindle. Nothing overtly obvious, I could just tell her body wasn't in alignment with all of its parts. She'd never been injured, that I was aware of, and she'd never had a lame day. It was more an overall lack of full extension in the way she uses herself.
I decided to have her x-rayed. On x-ray, we discovered compression between L6 and L7. After extensive discussions with the vet, and the orthopedic specialist, we could not conclude the cause, but assume it was either birth trauma, or an injury. If it was an injury, I was at a loss as to when it happened, though I can recall one incident when she was playing with her litter brother, and he jumped at/on her. She got pissed, and snarked at him, but it looked as though it pissed her off more than hurt her. I didn't really think more about it, other than noting just a few 'shake it off' steps that followed. All was well...I thought.
I still can't conclude that's where the 'injury' took place, but there is just no other time I can remember anything else like that happening. What we do know for sure, it was some form of an injury, we just can't pin-point when/where it happened.
On we went, and she appeared fine, none the worse for wear. She was about 6 months of age. It wasn't until she was about a year old I noticed this very slight 'off' in her. I really don't know how to describe it, other than to say I just could tell she wasn't 100%. She was damn close, but perhaps it's just something you know when you live with, and observe your dogs as closely as I do. No one else saw it, just me. I tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid, but I decided it was time for x-rays. It was time for her hip preliminary x-rays, which were excellent, BTW, so why not just shoot the entire rear assembly.
This is when we found the aforementioned compression. We got on the waiting list of the very highly recommended chiropractor/acupuncturist in our area, Dr. Leslie Griffith. To say we love Dr. Leslie would be a gross understatement. Treatments started about the first of October.
What we discovered is that Kindle, while maintaining very near to full function, had no feeling in her left hind leg. None. No cognitive reflex response. Nothing. She was just using the leg, because it was back there.
Several treatments would follow. In mid-November, while showing her in the ring, she suddenly turned around, as though something had bitten her in the rear. It really freaked her out, and me, too. I thought, "oh, crap, here we go...the well known Sheltie meltdown." Absolutely not what I would expect with this happy, solid and confident girl. We came home from the show, and she was a mess. She wouldn't settle, couldn't sit still, stress panted, and paced, constantly, for 24 hours. By Monday morning, I was so upset, I called the vet. We needed to do something for her. What the hell was going on?
The regular vet couldn't get us in...I guess all the money we have spent there over the past 8 years really meant nothing, in terms of priority, but bless Dr. Leslie, she said, "get here as quick as you can, and I will see her."
Well, guess what? The treatments were working. The nerve compression was releasing, and feeling was returning to the leg. It was simply a matter of Kindle feeling that "pins and needles" feeling that we all feel when our arm falls 'asleep', and begins to wake up. In her case, it was the entire leg...the one she didn't know even existed.
It took another treatment, and some institutional medications, but we got her through that 'waking up' period. Of course, I now had the challenge of helping her realize there weren't monsters behind her, looking to bite her butt at random. It's not like I could explain to her what had happened. I let Dr. Leslie do what she does best, and I worked on the psychological part. I'm so glad I have so much experience with recovery following adversity, and I'm so thrilled I work so hard at building that into my puppies. Without it, where would be be now?
Once she was through the major 'waking up' period, we slowly weaned her off the institutional medications, and we were back to the Chinese herb combination.
Progress has been slow, but it's been marked. I asked Dr. Leslie if Kindle would ever be able to do agility, which was my plan for her, from very early on. The short answer was "probably not". I can't tell you how hard that was to hear. I so wanted to prove this girl in both conformation, and performance, but my dream was now derailed. But, Dr. Leslie added an "if" to her response. If full feeling and full recovery could be achieved (and we were *so* close), and the opposite shoulder could be limbered up (from all that compensating it had done for nearly a year), there was a chance, albeit a very small chance. Okay, that's all I needed...hope.
Kindle had also been released to work with a PT, and that would be my very good friend, Bobbie Lyons, of Pawsitive Performance in Portland, Oregon. I met Bobbie, several years ago, when she came to my training school with her Border Collie, Stanley. She had moved into canine conditioning and rehabilitation in the ensuing years. I just knew she could help us, and I was right.
With Dr. Leslie's green light, we worked on PT with Bobbie. I have been quite religious about Kindle's rehabilitation, and PT, and while it sometimes felt like two steps forward, and 1.99 steps back, progress was happening.
Yesterday was Kindle's monthly appointment with Dr. Leslie. After all the months of treatments, and all the weeks of PT, we had a break-through. She yelped when the acupuncture needle stimulated the nerve that had been compressed all that time. While her leg had been slowly returning to full function, the stimulation wasn't complete...until yesterday! While I feel horrible celebrating her pain, it means the leg is completely free of compression!! This is what I had been dreaming of, praying for, and believing in - for months!
So, with hope, I asked the question I'd asked before - "will she be able to do agility?" Dr. Leslie smiled and said, "I think so."
I can't tell you what that meant to me. Yes, Kindle is "just a dog", but this little dog is my pride and joy. She is my baby. I love and adore her like I have only ever loved and adored one other dog, and that is my heart dog, Jet.
She still hasn't been released for the agility work, and it may be a few more months, but it's going to happen, and my baby is back to 100% sensation/reflex! A late start in her training is far better than no start at all. We must continue with re-training her body to use itself with balance, and we are making great progress, but the work is not done. The nerve, however, is free!!
So, that is what happened to Kindle.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Thoughtful Tuesday: lung function sucks!
Not sure there is more to add...
Had my annual visit with the allergy/immunology specialist. My lung function sucks...a little worse than last year. Tired of the meds, tired of hearing I need to get rid of my dogs (not going to happen). Tired of having immuno-therapy pushed on me (I had a reaction to it, so not keen on trying it again).
I keep expecting the doctor to tell me it's time for a lung transplant. My 'normal' function is 30% of normal. To me, that's what normal is. I once took prednisone for an extended period of time. I could breathe so well, I felt like I was 'high', and light-headed, in a very good way. Those of you who can breathe normally, enjoy it. You don't know how lucky you are.
To my respiratory impaired friends, I feel your pain, every day of my 47+ years of life. Hang tough...
Had my annual visit with the allergy/immunology specialist. My lung function sucks...a little worse than last year. Tired of the meds, tired of hearing I need to get rid of my dogs (not going to happen). Tired of having immuno-therapy pushed on me (I had a reaction to it, so not keen on trying it again).
I keep expecting the doctor to tell me it's time for a lung transplant. My 'normal' function is 30% of normal. To me, that's what normal is. I once took prednisone for an extended period of time. I could breathe so well, I felt like I was 'high', and light-headed, in a very good way. Those of you who can breathe normally, enjoy it. You don't know how lucky you are.
To my respiratory impaired friends, I feel your pain, every day of my 47+ years of life. Hang tough...
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