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My wife and I had a big fight one Sunday morning.  The tension was so thick that the dogs (three) could not stand to be in our house and we let them out.  Awhile later when things calmed down a bit and the dogs wanted to come back in the house. When Tilla approached the house, he turned on his back, tale wagging furiously:  he wanted his bellied rubbed before he came back in the house.  Then five feet closer he did the same thing, turned on his back, tale wagging furiously, again.  I obeyed him and rubbed his belly again.  He made me laugh and laugh with his behavior.  I then realized he wanted me to “lighten up”.  And this was his way of doing that.  He likes to make me laugh.

The two goldfinch feeding on my thistle were an harbinger of spring.  They fed for a few minutes until my dogs scared them away.  Every early spring they come in droves.  Sometimes there are over a dozen at one time, many on the ground.  Spring is still five week away;  but those two birds gave me hope the warmer weather was too far away.

A Preview OF Spring?!

Author: siggy

It was sixty-two degrees this afternoon four weeks into winter after having extremely frigid temperatures.  I quickly clipped three plants in the garden knowing the freezing temperatures were about to return and stay for awhile.  The “spring” weather was a fluke.  Anyway, I will enjoy it while it is here and be ready to bundle tightly up again.

One day this week, while going into town the back way, I noticed this big, brown draft horse in a field.  I wanted to be his friend, so I began stopping along the road, making sure that no car could hit me accidentally, and whispered to him softly.  I did this every day for a few days.  Once, he was 100 feet away and after I talked to him he actually came up to the fence and faced me.  Finally, today, he was right by the fence waiting for me to arrive.  I got out of the car and spoke softly to him, and offered him an apple on the palm of my hand.  He did not take it, but I reached out and petted him on the nose, being scared at the same time that he might bite me.  He didn’t move.  Next time I pass him, I will try giving him a carrot.  I have never made friends with a horse before.  I am thrilled we are getting to know each other, and that he was waiting for me today.  I don’t know his name yet, but it doesn’t matter.  He responds to my soft tones.

I Read In Bursts

Author: siggy

I read in bursts, a paragraph here and there. Sometimes I amaze myself and actually read a whole page. To read a book is a miracle, but to read a novel I have to be mesmerized and turn page after page in wonder.

Knowledge is a circle I had to realize. All knowledge is connected. I do not learn by reading a book sequentially. I usually learn in bursts. That caused me some problems in school. The teacher expected you to make it through a book, then another, etc. Anyway, I surround myself with books. A burst here, a burst there. I even occasionally read a book from cover to cover. Most times I open it anywhere and start reading. I am not compelled to read a book from beginning to end. Novels are difficult. One type of book I do read from cover to cover are interesting memoirs.

I can’t imagine a life without animals. Each dog (I have three) and even my seven cats enrich my life. They give me more reasons to get up and greet them each day. Each pet has their own personality. Of course, I have favorites and so what?! Everyone has friends and certain friends who are favorites. Tilla is the dog I never expected. I lost the first dog I ever raised from a pup, Daisy, who died from cancer and then a golden retriever came our way.

Our one male dog, Pax, impregnated her before we could get her fixed and seven pups came our way, most of them born on our bed. We sold four (one died) and I did not have the heart to tell my wife to separate the last two, which we kept. One male, Tilla, and a female Coco both who I have learned to love dearly. They certainly complicate our lives but we had the means to build a fence around part of out property.

We did have one problem:  Tilla the most athletic of our four dogs could jump the fence so a year later we even built the fence higher now it was too high for him to make it over.  As time went by, I developed a close relationship with Tilla.  Maybe just by giving him belly rubs whenever he wanted them.  Wouldn’t that be something if we can make friends with other humans by just giving them belly rubs?!  Anyway, the human equivalent.  Whatever that might be?

Words Are Two-Edged

Author: siggy

Words are two-edged. Each word has its corollary. There is only another side. Realize that when someone attacks you for a statement you gave. And do not be surprised when that happens. Even in the bible one truth is balanced by another. Yes, there is absolutes.  For example first in the bible it says ,’There is a time to die and then to live’ in the same section.  Jesus also says Whoever believes in me shall not perish.  They shall have ever lasting life.  There is time for every action under the sun. The people who think they possess the truth have to be aware of that–their words always have another side to them.

Pink Floyd

Author: siggy

I saw Pink Floyd a year or two (before they released “Dark Side Of The Moon”) at the Philmore East in NYC on a Sunday afternoon and the theater was barely a third full. It might have been with the original guitarist Syd Barrett. I remember hearing stories that I never verified that they had a full time psychiatrist accompany them on their tours. They truly was a progressive sounding group at that point with long jams characterizing their music.

In fact, the best song they ever wrote was “Wish You Here” on the same titled album (released right after The Dark Side of The Moon) was about the disintegration of Syd Barret, who they loved and had to fire from the band. He went off the deep end. He died not that long ago.

The snow did not hurt the crocuses. A number of them were about to bloom before we received the late snowfall. A miniature daffodil was blooming before we got the snowfall. The snow just insulated them. The daffodils are blooming,gain, once the snow melted and today we have four bunches of crocuses blooming. The snow did not hurt them at all.

In 1970 I saw Led Zeppelin there. They were great but the sound was somewhat “remote” (I did not have a great seat). In 1975 I saw “The Stones” there. They sounded good in the same arena. Then I realized they had the best sound equipment and the best sound people running them. So it is not always the size of the arena that determines how good the sound is going to be. It is more than that.

I never forgot seeing Neil Young with Crazy Horse at the Philmore East In the East Village.(maybe 1969) They had just come out with their first album. When he did his Buffalo Springfield song” I Am A Child” all alone on stage I felt he was pouring out his very soul. For two encores they did “Cinnamon Girl’ a second and third time during the concert. I have loved Neil Young since then. We got old together. Later on when he released “Old Man” (on his “Harvest” album) I thought he was talking about me for I was twenty-four then and my relationship with my Dad was very ragged then. The line in the song was ‘twenty-four and so much more’ and went on from there.

I wanted to see Linda Ronstadt badly. I talked my girl friend into coming with me all the way to Long Island Forum to see Linda Ronstadt in concert. I did not have yet have a driving license much less a car. She did but refused to drive there.

We took three trains to get there: The Lackawanna, Path And Long Island Railroad. What I did not tell her and conveniently omitted was we would miss our last connection back. This was probably in the early eighties.

We made it to the concert finally. Andrew Gold opened for her. He was Linda Ronstadt musical director. The guitar solos in “When Will I be Loved” and “You Are No Good” are his and he duplicated them perfectly during her concert. He was part of her band.

Linda Ronstadt was great. Now we had to take the trains back. We made it as far as Lackawanna Station in Hoboken.  We were stuck there until the morning train left.

All I remember about that night.  It was bitterly cold and the warmest place was the women’s bathroom and I kept getting kicked out of there.  Finally we made it back home and I called off and went to sleep.