Monday, April 5, 2010

Easter Menagerie - Frankie's Sister Zoey

Early last month I wrote about Frankie the German Shepard Poopy.

A few weeks ago, my parents brought home his sister, Zoey.

Sometimes I have to wonder about my parents - they have rarely had less than three pets underfoot... I think they might of had as many as ten once (if you count rabbits, hamsters, gerbils, and/or guinea pigs) along with the usual menagerie of cats and dogs.

But, awww, she's so cute, how could you resist? :)

tiny zoey lies on the ground next to my dad's foot
I think she is about 9-weeks old now. She still staggers around a bit when she walks since her feet are much too big for her body. I'm sure she'll grow into her legs and feet soon though.

zoey runs to the corner of the yard to meet, greet, and bark at the neighbor's dog
My parents live in a small residential area and everyone of their neighbors has a dog (or two or three). Here Zoey dashes off to say hello to Mitchell and Rosie, a brother-sister pair of Rhodesian Ridgebacks as well as Monty the mostly black mutt.

Molly my parents older dog
Molly is my parents older, more mature, German Shepard. She seems to be unfazzed (and unamused) by the youngster's antics. She has always been very well-mannered and supremely patient around young kids (human or dog).

pumpkin the orange cat
You may remember Pumpkin the Chest Sitting Cat. I begged him to pose "pretty" for me but he ... well, typical cat!! :)

Chippy the Himalayan cat
Chippy the Himalayan is not much brighter than he looks. This cat does nothing but eat, sleep, grow hair (and hairballs) and umm, recycle cat food. But he's pretty cute too. :)


My neice enjoys all the animals and was having a great time playing with them all. Here she plays "tug-a-stick" with Zoey, who isn't quite sure how the game is played yet. Perhaps Molly will teach her.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

An Easter Weekend BBQ at the Grandparents

Yesterday, I went to visit my Grandfather and Step-grandmother. My grandfather was in good spirits and eating like a growing teen aged boy.

My step-grandmother, on the other hand, was frail and confined to a wheelchair as she gets very lightheaded when she tries to stand on her own. She was diagnosed with lung cancer and the prognosis is ... very grim.

To celebrate the Easter holiday, and rather than focusing on the grim news, we got together - her rather extended and complicated family and mine, for a BBQ outdoors where some very warm and much welcomed sunshine and spring flowers greeted us.

my frail looking step-grandmother sitting with her healthy sister-in-law
My step-grandmother on the left, her sister-in-law on the right. I told them to say "cottage cheese." My step-grandmother's family is complicated because I think she and everyone of her children were divorced and remarried, some a couple times.

Sometimes, the ex's were actually on better terms than the 'blood relative', so there was a crowd of people that have only gotten together once or twice before and I couldn't begin to tell you "who was who".

I can tell you that my step-grandmother's brother is a gifted guitar player, and his sons, nieces, nephews, grandsons and great-nieces and nephews have no small talent of their own.


The young man in the yellow shirt is my step-grandmother's nephew (and no relation of mine). The other young man is my step-grandmother's grandson. The young girl holding the youngest grandson in the family is a friend of my niece and no relation to anyone at the BBQ! You confused yet? Welcome to the club.

orange lilies
I brought some orange lilies, some colorful folding chairs, and a cooler full of soda and ice.


The non-related (to me) grandchildren play on a chair between the related grandchildren (me and my brother) while the musicians entertain us all.

a cute baby boy with the biggest brightest blue eyes I've ever seen!
As the circle of life grinds on, the older family members look to the young to continue the family and its traditions in the years to come. I can't help but think that this bright, blue-eyed boy will be taking on the world with joyous music in his head and a bright shining love his in heart.

Happy Easter everyone!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Brain Game - Thoughts

In a previous entry I wrote about a homework assignment I would like to see handed out in High School.

Of course, no one answer is a "correct one" and a passing grade would be getting actually getting home as quickly as you could.

My thoughts were these:

Tend the immediate - Is the weather such that I need to find shelter ASAP? Is it pouring down rain? Snowing? The wind howling? The sun roasting me alive? Remember you only have pants and a shirt on. Will I need to find water quickly?

If shelter is necessary, focus on finding some as where to go first.

Take stock - What do I have with me? Check all my pockets. Do I have a water bottle and/or driver's license? Both of these signify something. I think seeing I had a water bottle in my hand would make me think, "Ut oh," and finding a driver's license would mean I'm a long way from home.

Get oriented - About what time is it? Which way is "north-ish?" Are there any clues to where I am? Are there any clues to where the nearest town or settlement might be?

Clues might be a sign on the road with distances, mile markers, a newspaper or other printed matter amongst any trash along the road, even a beer can or soda bottle might say where it was from on the label... A bunch of trash from a McDonald's, 7-11 or even Walmart could indicate one of those stores might be nearby. My dad postulated a new theory along the lines of moss growing on the north side of trees; his new theory is that trash piles on the west side of trees (due to prevailing winds). From my limited observations, he may well be right!

Perhaps you see some cars, parked or whizzing by, what state is the most common license plate? Do you recognize the scenery? Is it someplace you've been (at least near) before? Is there a sign down the road that says, "Moose Crossing"? We decided a "Deer Crossing" sign tells us close to nothing! :) Is there a stream nearby? Which way is "downstream"? Would going downstream be better than upstream? Why? We debated this and decided that by and large, on the east coast, downstream would usually be the way to go - but it definitely wasn't anything conclusive.

Taking a deep breath, I would start walking in whatever direction that promised signs of shelter, drink, and/or civilization depending on which was the most urgent.

My parents and I debated walking up to the first house we saw and asking for help. We decided that we, if possible, would look for a friendly church, public library - or a phonebook listing public services. I'm not sure if you can make a collect call from a phone booth (which have gotten rare in these parts due to the prevalence of cellphones) without any change. I guess we would try it to see if we could make such a call and we would call a relative we could depend on to "make arrangements to save us" before calling a stranger locally to ask for aid (in the form of food and drink, making a phone call, providing on-line access, a ride into town/transportation center or monetary assistance.) We decided that this was not neccessarily the right thing to do but it is a strong "family tendency" to try to do things independently of others (for better or worse).

Sadly, we all agreed that we wouldn't seek out a police officer as a first choice. If push came to shove, of course, we would go that route. The thinking was that if you are in a bad place, you might get picked up for vagrancy long before you get any assistance. I'm not sure this is fair or accurate but that's what we were thinking.

Many libraries nowadays have free Internet service. Internet service means the ability to e-mail someone you know and trust asking for assistance. Or you could go my dad's route...

The 23-digit number my dad rattled off was his credit card number, the expiration date, and the security code. With this - and an Internet connection, he could reserve a plane ticket and also possibly reserve a seat on a "shuttle van" to the nearest airport (depending on where he was). With a driver's license he could pick up his ticket at the departure desk and have ID that permitted him to get on the plane. He could also, in many places, order a pre-paid meal delivered to him on-line! I wrote down the number and asked him to show me his card. He nailed it.

Calling "home" for assistance means determining what sort of aid could be provided. Possibly a wire transfer of money (cash)? Express mailing your wallet (with your credit card(s), driver's license, checkbook?) UPS overnight your cellphone? Think it through, if you are 1,800 miles away, you most likely will be taking the bus, the train, plane, or renting a car. You will need some cash at minimum (for a bus ticket) and a form of ID for the other methods.

If you were close enough to home, my parents and I agreed having someone come get us would be "practical". A true test of "love," huh? How many miles would someone drive in order to come get you? :)

As for me, I've memorized my credit card number, expiration date, and security code. A 23-digit number I hope I never need to use in this manner.

P.s., we noticed to our embarrassment, due in part to cell phones keeping our contact information, we could remember very, very few phone numbers and I couldn't even remember my own.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Brain Game

a human brain in a jar of preservative

I've recently spent a lot of time trying to catch up with all the great blogs I read, and a number of entries really pushed me back in my office chair and made me say, "Hmmmm..."

Two of them were written by Punkn. One was titled, "How To Stay Young!" which offered "3. Keep learning", something my Mother, a lifelong educator and Montessorian advocates strongly every day.

Punkn also took my breath away with the vividness of "You Can't Build a View" which demonstrates not only the power of the human language - but the power of some of our memories and their ability overwhelm us emotionally and spiritually.

I then read f8hasit's recent experience on the education system. After I left my badly worded comment, memory of a brain game I had played with my Mom and Dad one rainy weekend day a couple years ago, percolated through my mind, undoubtedly prodded to the surface by what I had just read.

I recalled sitting around a table and the discussion being about what our public schools should be teaching, and I said "They ought to teach the ability to think critically and to think things through," to which my Mom replied, "How would you do that?"

I thought about that for a few minutes and said, "Okay, here would be a homework assignment..."

Imagine that you are transported via a Star Trek-like transporter beam to a completely random place in your country. You are not told where you are going and you find yourself on the side of a deserted two-lane back country road with only the following:

Shoes, socks, underwear, pants, belt and shirt. Glasses and/or hearing aid if you wear them and absolutely nothing else. No cellphone, no wallet, nothing else.

Your mission is to "get home as quickly as you can". How would you do it? List the steps you would take and explain the rationale for each of them.

After some spirited discussion and brainstorming, we further refined the assignment. You could be "beamed" into the spot at any time of the day or night. The weather would be whatever it was - sun or rain, wind or none, cold or warm...

You would find in your back pocket your driver's license only if you have one and only if you were beamed to a place more than 300 miles from home.

You would also find a bottle of water in your hand if you were beamed somewhere more than 4 hours walking from the nearest place to get a (free) drink.

My dad totally surprised me. He said, "Aha!" and then rattled off a number with 23 seemly arbitrary digits. After I heard his explanation and did a quick check, I told him I thought he was a genius.

So what would you do? Where would you start? Why the driver's license? What was the number my Dad rattled off?