Mar
13
2013
‘Only poor people use laundromats,’ my son stated. I don’t know how true that is but I remember being happy there was one in my town when my drier broke. He has made a comfortable living for a number of years and would not even consider using one. He is relocating and needs everything for his unfurnished apartment. I simply was glad there was one in my town. I know what it is to be poor. He has forgotten.
Feb
22
2013
What would I care about if I go after my wife? I can’t take my things with me. I know from dust I come and from dust I return. So what do I want to leave someone after I die–not much. The only thing I care about and hope I can leave in good hands is my journals and poetry. I would like to think at least a poem or two or three would outlive me. Money can’t buy happiness. Bill Gates, at one point, was the richest man in the world. So what does he do but pour billions in a foundation so, maybe, he can make a difference. Each person wonders if he/she will leave any kind of legacy. And there are multiple ways of doing that. It could be the memories your children have of you who in turn impact others. Memories of you may not die so quickly. Sometimes anyway. Many people when they approach the end of their life wonder about the legacy they will leave behind. At least I do.
Dec
20
2012
I read a Christian organization was sending ten golden retrievers to the Connecticut school where twenty children were gunned down. The dogs will love the children and comfort them in a way humans couldn’t. I know. I have a golden retriever. They are extreme tactile. They love to be touched and hugged. What a wonderful idea–to send those dogs to that school.
Jun
20
2012
We finally discovered the nest of the Carolina wren that we kept seeing and hearing from our front entrance. It was well hidden: in the back of an hanging cherry tomato plant near the fence less than fifteen feet from our front entrance. We could only see one baby in it but we did not want to disturb it too much so we don’t know how many there are. This is the second year a Carolina wren has nested nearby. The baby we could see was quite big so it probably won’t be there long.
May
23
2012
There were two baby rabbit in a nest in our tall grass. Someone was cutting the grass and discovered the two baby rabbits. We wanted to give them a fighting chance and relocate them out side our enclosed yard but the dogs found one first and of course they killed it. Every time Sweetie, the golden retriever and her two kids went out into the yard they were tracking their scent. Pax, our fourth dog, wasn’t interested at all in the rabbits. Now I know why I spotted a cottontail once slipping into our yard at night. She had a brood to take care of.
May
15
2012
It was the smallest cottontail I have ever seen. I was in my car on my road a few miles away. And spotted the tiny rabbit on the right side. He could not have been very old. It was the tiniest one I have ever seen. Maybe it was five inches long. The cottontail immediately vanished into the undergrowth.
May
14
2012
I was admonished by my wife to listen better. She overheard my conversation with my daughter. Her suggestion was to stop asking her direct questions and ask her opened (???) ended questions so she could really tell me how she is doing. No one really likes to be given a barrage of questions. It is something I have to work on–my listening skills.
May
6
2012
Enzo was one of my friends’ dogs. He reminded me a bit of my dog Tilla. Both were definitely characters. And full of energy and mischief. Enzo, though, loves the whole world and is extremely sweet. Tilla could be timid. When my son visits us, he usually runs in the opposite direction. And my son is good with animals. Both, though, are mutts and probably rogues. And both want to play more than their fellow companions. In fact, Tilla teases his dad. He will have a bone in his mouth and run along side him eliciting threatening barks from his dad, a Rottweiler mix. He knows how far to push him. Enzo wants Scotch his companion to play with him. And sometimes she wants nothing to do with him. I will not forget my visit with Enzo too quickly but certainly will be glad to see Tilla who I miss terribly.
Apr
28
2012
Last night I flushed three fawns who vanished into the field. They may have been triplets. I did not see their mom anywhere but I am sure she was nearby. I had never seen triplets before. I never know exactly what I will flush along that road although I see deer less often there than the other way I have to go into town. The juxtaposition of animals with people always amazes me.
Apr
13
2012
My wife excitedly told me she saw from the kitchen window facing the backyard two bunnies chasing each other, going around the undergrowth. I looked out the window and at first didn’t see any bunnies, but then two appeared, again chasing each other. Later on, Momma Bunny appeared and decided to enjoy our grass nearby. She was quite bigger than the other two. The others must have been her kids. I love watching cottontails from of (???) the window.
Feb
16
2012
No computer program can replace a parent. An ad on TV glowingly praised a computer program for teaching a young child basics like numbers and colors, etc. A computer can not instill a sense of wonder and thirst for knowledge. The interaction of a parent to his/her child is vital. The right computer program can only be an aid. The primary teacher of a child is always the parent who can nurture their proclivities. The interaction of a computer program is always limited. I don’t care how well designed the program is. A computer program can never replace a parent or teacher.
Dec
30
2011
There is nothing I can do but pray. My daughter is in a bad way, has been for awhile. I feel helpless. I know what she can use but I have no idea how she is going to get it. I want to help, but I can’t easily. I can just be there when and if she comes to me. All I can do is pray. I know in my own life things did not turn around until I hit bottom. She is close and I can’t help her. The only thing I can do is get on my knees. That is the only thing I can do: get on my knees.
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