Just Because

A Funny Thing Happened …..

The joke usually starts this way. But today it wasn’t a joke.
When I woke up early this morning, and wandered into the bathroom I noticed I had an unusual clicking noise in my ear. It was startling and it sounded loud.  No pain and no apparent congestion. Very scary!

I could not seem to cause it or stop it. I woke up my husband with what must have seemed as a truly absurd request to investigate my ear. He could see nothing. The noise would come and go and I was determined to get to the bottom of it.  As soon as the doctor’s office opened, I called and they agreed to see me in about an hour.

Turns out that there was a flying creature caught inside my ear.  With a simple solution of warm water and hydrogen peroxide the Doctor flushed out my winged hitch hiker.  Sadly he was dead by that time.  I on the other hand was feeling very much better.  I had an image in my mind born of too much Star Trek and The Twilight Zone to be comfortable in any way with a critter, no matter how benign, in my ear!

No doubt the family will debate over dinner about how much of my brain the minute beast ate–we will all laugh at my expense–but I think I’m pretty much intact.  Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

I learned a new fact today:  Bugs have no reverse.  They can only move forward.
Once they get into a tight space, if they can’t turn around or kind of angle their way ahead, they are stuck.  We, on the other hand have all the reverse we need or want.  We have choices.  As long as our change of mind/heart does not occur after we jumped off the cliff.  It is pretty hard to “take it all back” during free-fall.

So today, a funny thing happened that I can laugh about now and I was reminded again how grateful I am that I have reverse gear.  I just hope he didn’t eat so much of my brain that I can remember to take it all back before I jump off the cliff!

Just Because

Puppy Spring

This spring has been about puppies.  We lost our 16 yr old dog about a year ago.  A German shepherd that disliked men and was very protective of women.  He was chicken-brained in his later years due to  strokes, blindness and arthritis.  But the hair!  Shedding and all the clean up that goes with it…..

My daughter and I decided that we both wanted a large dog—smart, good with kids and older folks, and most importantly no shedding.  The answer was a standard poodle.  We overcame the initial objections of the men-folk in our lives by choosing a breeder in Montana that uses the dogs for carting, hunting and companioning outdoor sports.  We scoffed at the pictures of the show cuts and the pretty pink bows.   In the end, we planted our feed and stood our ground.  The dogs, one male and one female (litter-mates)born on Halloween 2010 arrived in February.

We did not separate them to begin with.  My daughter—bless her!—kept both until they completed potty training.  We took the kids to puppy classes and learned more about our breed.  The men-folk (most at-least) came around.  We got the girl permanently.  Both puppies are a true joy!

If you know the breeds, you know that shepherds are very vocal—noisy even.  Poodles are very quiet.  No doubt these traits are grounded in their original purpose—for shepherds to herd animals, keep predators away and for poodles to hunt, or point to the prey for the hunter.  It was unnerving at first.  We put tags on her so that she would jingle when she walked Puppyor moved around so we could tell where she was.  That is when I noticed the springing.  Yes, I said springing!

She has a spring in her step that is charming and fun to watch.  She springs into the air and does a 360 rotation when she is play fighting with her brother.  She waits patiently while I fill the food bowl and then springs into action when I give the release command.  She plays fetch with herself by letting the tennis ball roll off the steps into the yard and then springs after it to grab it and go again.  Last time my husband mowed, she was pretending to square-off with the mower, springing this way and that in order to intimidate the machine.

That’s the enthusiasm I want and really only have at times.  I want to spring into action, obviously relishing the task, playing with the ideas and ready to do a 360 rotation if need be.  When I do that, I am happier, more engaged in whatever the activity is and dare I say it—more successful in the outcome.  It’s that relaxed confidence that this is going to be great!—whatever it is—that gives us the spring. So, I’m giving myself the release command to train myself into that springing everyday.

Interestingly enough the actual command is “Relax!”.

Just Because

Did anyone say focus?

Focus.  That is what I need today.  My head is everywhere–the difficult conversation I had with Mom before I left the house, the weather report proclaiming heat index in 3 digits for Friday/Saturday, and the last story I heard on NPR as I arrived at the office about how a state/city should attract new jobs.  Talk about “fruit basket upset”!

I am relieved to have had the talk with Mom about the stuff (all precious to her) that she hasn’t seen in over 4 years in a storage locker in the town she used to live in about 2 hours away.  She is pondering that during the day today.  I had to tell her she can’t afford to keep it anymore and she should donate the usable items to others that can use them.  I have been putting this off for a really long time–not wanting to rock the boat.  Now that it is said I feel better but she fells worse.  But I can tell she see’s the logic in it.  Dad used to say:  “Don’t confuse me with logic–I’ve already made-up my mind!”  No doubt where she’s at, trying to make herself agree.

The weather report for the holiday weekend is daunting.  I was thinking a nice breeze, drinking coffee or wine in the backyard and reading a book.  Since we cannot make the weather (yet?), I will simply have to adjust.  See how the logic is trying to overcome the emotion??? Hummm….

Jobs, jobs, jobs–how sincerely we talk about it and how little seems to be getting done!  Listening intently to the economists and trying to understand what they are saying is becoming more than an idle pastime.  What is the right path out of this forest?  I’m sure they are trying to communicate the path but it isn’t coming through the emotional trees in front of my face.  Can’t think of folks more logical than economists (except for maybe mechanical engineers!:)) yet we cannot seem to get past the jumbled feelings that come with uncertainty.

Like I said–focus!  Anyone who has listened to TV, reads magaList cartoonzine articles or organized a family into a routine knows some of the keys to focus.  Stay grounded, make lists, and develop a schedule.  These are just a few of the abundant hints. Then why is it so hard?

The pure logic of it is dragging/pulling me  kicking and screaming into starting a list……