Monday, December 31, 2007
A new year and new possibilities
For our earth, tender, loving care and thank you for all the sunrises, flowers, gentle rains and for growing all of our good green things...For the animals, respect and a soft place to lay your head at night and thank you for all the joy you bring to our daily lives just in being who you are...For all peoples, peace...and my promise to continue to try to be a good citizen of the world...And for my family and friends, grace and wisdom... and thank you for all the love you shared in the past year.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Christmas Eve at Home
Monday, December 24, 2007
The Best Gift
But this Christmas, somewhere far away in the deep blue ocean, 50 whales will be left to make their way in peace. The Christmas star for them will burn brightly.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
A simple pleasure
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
My daughter, my friend
Friday, December 14, 2007
Humpback Flukes at Sunset
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Love
In the past several days I have been compelled to think about love and what it means to me. Above all things, I value unconditional love most. It's difficult for us humans to love unconditionally, but it is possible. If I truly love someone, right to the very center of my heart, I can do nothing else but love them. To be loved unconditionally is life's greatest joy; I know this because I have been the recipient of that kind of devotion- from some of the people in my life and by my animal friends. I know right down to my socks that I can count on this love no matter what. These people may not always agree with every choice I make, but regardless, even if I feel their anger or dismay, I will also feel their love because they know my heart.
I also know what it is like to have conditions placed on whether I am loved. And while unconditional love is the greatest joy, love that carries stipulations can be one of the greatest sorrows.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Oh Christmas Tree
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
John Lennon
Christmas day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to clasp
Welcome Christmas While we stand
Heart to heart And hand in hand
Fah who for-aze Dah who dor-aze
Welcome welcome Christmas Day
Dr. Suess
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the words repeat, of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head:"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men."
Till, ringing singing, on its way, the world revolved from night to day, a voice, a chime, a chant sublime, of peace on earth, good will to men!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
God bless us, every one!
Tiny Tim (Charles Dickens)
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
My Heaven
In my heaven, animals like this gentle deer won't be afraid of me. She will walk up to me and take corn out of my hand and know that I will never harm her. It will be this way with all animals- domestic and wild. There will be shelter and food enough for every animal. There will be ice for the polar bears and forest for the chimpanzees. Cats and dogs will not live in shelters or wander the streets alone.
I can't honestly say when my huge- and irrational- love of animals became such a part of my soul. Maybe it has something to do with the cats, dogs and rabbits who share our home, each one wonderful and deserving of a good place to live. Maybe it has to do with the state of our earth, with global warming, pollution, and loss of habitat. Whatever the reason, I feel as if I have become the character on Star Trek who had the ability to personally feel the emotional pain others were experiencing. Hearing of animal neglect or abuse literally causes my heart to hurt. I see geese flying overhead and am filled with awe at their beauty; their calls are music to me. I saw this deer bound away across a field, free and graceful. And then I contemplate that people shoot these innocent creatures and I can't bear it.
And so, until my heaven arrives and I am free to live in peace with all animals, I'll continue to enjoy the daily blessings of my sweet furry children- Patience, Nell, Shackleton, Oliver, Sam Adams, Charlie, Stuart, Lady, Winnie, Mistie, Nutmeg and Jeffrey- and will watch the geese and deer and find joy in that and pray for their safety.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Henry
Monday, November 26, 2007
Rain drop
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
My Nell
Monday, November 19, 2007
A Gift Via Australia
We finally met face to face at about 11PM in the LA airport at the ridiculously crowded gate for our flight to Brisbane. We were subsequently packed into different areas of the plane and didn't meet up again until we arrived 12 hours later.
Lea saved me on that trip- from our very first night in Hervey Bay, when she heard me get up at 2AM and came to sit on the couch with me while I cried from jet lag, heat and humidity, and disappointment in what we had encountered so far at the house we were to stay in. She fixed me something to eat and hugged me and promised we'd be a team and stick together- and she kept her promise! We experienced an unforgettable whale encounter on our second (and my last) day on the boat with a mother whale and her calf. When I moved into a motel, Lea came along too, and even though it meant I was leaving her behind, she helped me get my flight home early and went to the airport at Hervey Bay to see me off.
We had some good laughs and long talks and I got to know her over the days we spent in Australia. She is a strong, spiritual, amazing person, and a new friend I plan to keep for life.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
A good man
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Australia sunset
Monday, November 5, 2007
November
Friday, October 26, 2007
A prologue
Thursday, October 25, 2007
My Brother
Thankfully, after extricating himself from boundaries that didn't fit, Greg discovered the talents that had probably been there all along. He has, over the years, made beautiful furniture, made and sold reptile cages, and always, always either owned or bred and raised snakes, or both. For the last decade or so, Greg has become known internationally as a breeder of Green Tree Pythons. As snakes go (sorry, my own issues) they are beautiful emerald green, turquoise, or yellow creatures. Greg is now the author of 2 books on the care of these animals and has traveled internationally to speak about them. He is a good husband and father, and now, a grandfather.
I am proud of him for all he is and all the talents he possesses. Happy Birthday, brother, and many more.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Home
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Down Under, Here I come!
Whales and ocean beaches, a new continent and new friends await!
See you October 15!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Getting Ready
After the passport arrived, I applied for a visa to enter Australia. In the interim, I worked a lot of overtime, bought my airline tickets (on the wrong date the first time!!) , purchased a few items of clothing, a hat with a big bill and neck protector, and my first digital camera. It has been great fun learning to use the camera. I usually have it with me everywhere I go and have enjoyed taking pictures of the changing scenery from spring through summer.
We received a packet of information about what to expect, as well as some abbreviations to learn that we will use to document whale behaviors and I have studied that as the weeks passed.
And now, with just a few days to go, my suitcase is mostly packed and I'm finishing up the last instructions at the office for events that will take place in my absence. I bought enough dog, cat and rabbit food to last 3 weeks so that Jim, who will have his hands full, at least won't have to worry about supplies. All of the "to do's" that are within my control are just about done. There's just one thing left "to do", really the only thing I can't control, and that is to feel excited about going.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Big Adventure on the Horizon
Friday, September 21, 2007
Late Summer Harvest
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Squirrels
I haven't decided whether squirrels are smart or mentally challenged. On the one hand, they can get into just about any bird feeder created. I have one of those feeders where the ledge on which the bird sits to eat the food can move up and down by way of a spring. If an animal larger than a cardinal or sparrow lands there, the weight of the animal, a squirrel, for example, pulls the spring which lowers the ledge which pulls a bar down blocking the food. One winter afternoon several years ago, I was in the house and heard this banga-banga-banga noise over and over. I traced the sound to the tree where the feeder was located and there was a squirrel hanging onto a tree limb with one front paw and using the other to violently move the ledge up and down which spilled the seed so he could eat it. On the other hand, I have been driving along in our residential neighborhood many times and had a squirrel start to run out into the road. Seeing the car, the squirrel freezes, and you can see the decisions floating across his squirrel face in a fleeting second: What to do? What to do?Do I run back off the road or keep going? Can't decide! Can't decide! More often than not, the squirrel chooses plan B, causing me to break to keep from running him over. That choice definitely knocks him out of the squirrel MENSA society (and may qualify him for a Darwin Award).
We have many squirrels in a variety of colors- mostly grey, but a few brown and even the occasional albino. This time of year they are busy collecting the acorns that have fallen off the big oak in the backyard and burying them 2 feet away. I imagine that by now they have eaten their way through their cache of my spring bulbs that they dug up. I like them anyway.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Go away, summer.
I usually listen to our FM radio station (97.1, Classically Columbus) while driving. Our morning host has come close on several occasions to me climbing into the radio and shaking him when he lauds another hot day. "It's going to be 95 and sunny, so enjoy it while you can." AGGHHH!! Most Columbus folk complain when it's less than 70 degrees. They like snow from December 24th at noon until December 26th at sunrise but then they want it gone. I, on the other hand, welcome cool weather and would be happy if it snowed 5 feet the first day of winter, stayed 28 degrees or less from December through March, and all the ponds and lakes froze and stayed frozen like they used to when I was a kid. We used to spend as much time in winter ice skating on a pond near our house as we did swimming in the summer. I love sweaters and fires in the fireplace and cold wind on my face.
Being the cold weather person I am, I usually tolerate summer OK until about August. But by then, I am tired of coming in from working in the yard or exercising absolutely soaked in sweat. And given that it is now September 7 and it has been in the 90's every day this week, I am getting pretty grouchy. There is hope, though. It's supposed to rain and cool off this weekend. Maybe we've seen the last of 90 degrees until next summer.
I'm done whining now.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
One less plaque
I didn't know Cindy Beckley, but she died young. Her plaque (handmade by whom? Friends? Her husband? Her children?) is one of many set into a memorial wall in The Women's Courtyard at Ohio State. Many beloved mothers, sisters, wives and friends have words of love about them written into ceramic for all who pass by to read. So many of them say, "We miss you" and too many of them belong to women who were in the prime of their lives, just like Cindy was. Without a doubt, breast cancer claimed many of them.
I know you have received support from friends and family for your walk to fight this destroyer of lives. Many of your supporters sent money in honor of or in memory of a loved one, and I know you will think of them as you walk each of the many miles this coming weekend.
Let this thought add strength to your steps: Because of you, and people like you, who have trained for months and will be a part of this effort, somewhere a family will celebrate the cure of a woman they love from breast cancer. One less plaque, Leah.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Shackleton
Friday, August 31, 2007
I am ready for some football!
Tomorrow, I will join the throngs of Buckeye football fans as we gather in the 'shoe for the first game of the season. The streets around campus will be rivers of scarlet and grey shirts and hats and buckeye necklaces on fans of all ages.
But the absolutely best part (I have goosebumps as I think of it) is when the announcer says, :And now, Ladies and Gentleman, the Pride of the Buckeyes, the Ohio State University Marching Band" and out from the tunnel marches, in perfect unison, the Best Damn Band in the Land!! Through the ranks of the band members, the drum major runs onto the field, takes a stance and touches the plume of his hat on the ground behind him in a backbend and off they go down the field with the crowd on their feet and cheering. The noise is deafening and it is WONDERFUL!!! Soon after, the team swarms onto the field and the crowd erupts again in support of our Buckeyes.
Being a part of the Buckeye nation is something I treasure and I'll sing the alma mater with all my heart along with all my fellow OSU alums. And to Karen Holbrook, may she never set foot on OSU soil again, all I can say is, "You were among us, but certainly not with us and that is your loss".
Welcome back Gordon Gee!! We missed you!!
Go Bucks!!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
My harvest
This little project started back in late winter when I decided to try my hand at growing something besides flowers. I ordered a packet of Big Boy seeds, some little peat pots and a light especially designed for seed propagation indoors. Some time in late March, I sowed my lttle seeds as directed, faithfully kept the peat moist (but not wet), and even put a heating pad under the tray to provide needed warmth. In about 10 days, little sprouts started to grow and I was very pleased. At the correct time in spring I set out my little plants behind the garage in one of the few spots that gets sun, thanks to a huge old oak tree in the middle of the yard. The plants grew and grew and GREW until they had shot straight out of the tomato cages supporting them and tumbled over into the lawn. I began to be a bit concerned when, by early July, there was only one little yellow flower I could see amidst all these giant green branches. There were a few more flowers to come, but not many, and most of the handful of tomatoes that did grow were eaten by something while they were still green. I think the problem was that my space didn't have quite enough sunlight.
So maybe next year I will find a different, sunnier spot and try tomatoes again. In the meanwhile, I'll eat the one I grew, and the others my neighbor Frank leaves on the back porch from time to time.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Work
Even though today is Saturday, I am at my research job. One really nice thing about doing research in Emergency Medicine is that you can work at 8AM Monday or at 3AM Thursday or even 8PM Saturday night and it doesn't matter! The ED is open and seeing patients all day and all night every day of the year, so that's how flexible my job is. Most nurses and doctors who work in Emergency Medicine gravitate toward "in and out" patient care. They like to greet- treat- and street as soon as possible. They also like the rush of having to make fast decisions in critical situations where the patient's life hangs in the balance. Thank goodness for these nurses.
Clinically, that's not my cup of tea. I'm much happier caring for patients in a calmer environment where there is the time to get to know something about them. My nurse soul is fed by the interaction I have with my patients, and in knowing that we- the patient and I- have left a small part of ourselves with the other. I have wonderful memories of small, priceless moments over the years where I know I made a difference to someone having a hard time and equally cherished memories when my patients made a difference forever in who I am by their strength, hope and wisdom. Such wonderful memories.
So, while I am in the ED doing my research thing, I have found a way to bring my nursing preference into my work. Because ED nurses are so busy trying to keep people alive (and hey, that is KIND of important) they may not have time for the little things that nurses like me focus on. So as often as possible, I find ways to interact with these patients by doing some of the things my ED counterparts are too busy for, like getting an extra blanket or pillow, or having a few moments just to talk with the wife of the man in bed 6 who is here for the umpteenth time with heart failure and she is afraid he is giving up. And I think this works for all of us. My hat is off to my fellow nurses everywhere who do what they do, and I am grateful for my research work that lets me mix a little loving care in with the consent forms.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Lyden
Yesterday was an overcast, rainy Sunday in Columbus, the perfect day to stay home with a good book. Lyden, however, reported for duty, although he did manage to find some snooze time in between seeing patients. His primary role is to visit the patients in their rooms. He walks up to the bed and allows himself to be petted. For those of us who love animals, I can't imagine better therapy. He can bring a smile to the face (and the heart!) of very sick people, not to mention the staff. It's always more fun to work with Lyden either roaming around or lying on his dog bed under the desk in the nursing station.
In my view of heaven, all animals get a free pass. Lyden gets a "go to the front of the line".
Friday, August 17, 2007
Heidi and Peter
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Ohio prairie
I guess every age has its blessings and challenges.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Beware!
Few know the only way to distract this great hunter, but it has to do with rubbing her belly.
Monday, August 13, 2007
On the wane
Friday, August 10, 2007
Fair Sheep
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Each day a gift
As I was driving home after working with these folks, I thought to myself, "I am so fortunate because I wake up every day healthy. I wonder what it would be like to know every day when you awaken that your days here are limited."
And then I realized that like them, mine are as well.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Home away from home
One job I had, also at OSU, was just fine. It was a small group- 5- and everyone had very different jobs to do, which everyone did well. Then one day a new supervisor was hired. She was a graduate of Micromanagement University. Even though she had no idea what each of us actually did, and could not have done any of our work, she still wanted to be in charge of when, how, where and with whom we did that job. My middle child became very belligerent and said, "Self, you don't need to put up with this hooey!" And biblically, I shook the dust from my sandles and got the heck out.
In addition to good people, I like the research work I do. It requires attention to detail and organization and that is appealing to my obsessive/compulsive personality type. (ER docs have to have ADHD. Research persons have to be O/C. It's an unwritten rule.) I also have the opportunity to work with undergrads who do volunteer work here. They are all bright and very eager to add research to their CV. Most are planning to go to medical school.
So every morning I either climb into my little green Beetle or onto my bike and head into work knowing that it probably will be another very good day.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Mistie the Moo
Monday, July 30, 2007
"Today"
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Learning new things
What I didn't know is that this flower is in reality a wild carrot, known to be a contraceptive as long ago as the time of Hippocrates.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Friends
So, Kurt and Leah, here's to you and to just a few of the things about you that are so special to me.
Thank you for valuing simplicity; in a fast, complicated world, you remind me to take a deep breath, to look around and see the art in small things. Thank you for your advocacy of peace and for being green; that's not always easy. I'm sure you know, but I look up to you as models of who I want to be. Thank you for the gift of your friendship over the past 10 years. I love you both!!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Bird watching
Sam and his feline siblings watch in anticipation of a bird dinner. Because I know they can't actually get to the birds, I find their intense hunting postures, tail twitching and teeth chattering somewhat amusing. Nell, whose photo was in an earlier blog, will duck as a bird comes flying in, as if she's afraid the bird is going to come through the window and buzz her. So I conclude that I get double value for the money I spend on bird food: I get to watch the beautiful birds AND my silly cats.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Adventures with Charlie
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
My best friend
He also rides to work as often as possible, which takes him into downtown. In the spring, before it was light out, he would head out with safety lights attached to his bike and clothes. The last I would see of him was his little red lights disappearing in the dark.
I'm happy that he has found this sport he loves, and proud of how far he can ride at a time. The last 2 Saturdays he put over 200 miles on his bike out on the country roads, alone with his thoughts.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Corn tassels
Friday, July 13, 2007
A buckeye
We paint buckeyes on our faces, on our walls, and our OSU mascot is Brutus Buckeye. Just writing these words makes me realize how much fun it is to live and work here, and that I'm just starting to get that flicker of anticipation that starts about this time, when in about a month the marching band (TBDBTL) will be practicing "Fight the Team" as I leave work for the day. Football season is not far away! Go Bucks!!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Hims has dirty feets
Monday, July 9, 2007
For the birds
These birds were photographed on Sanibel Island when I was visiting there. I was amused by the random way they were milling around on the beach, all dressed up in their fancy-shmancy feathers.
I cope poorly with being ill, even an illness as transient as the one I have now- some virus that will be gone in another 24 hours. I fret that I am unable to accomplish the things I had planned to do, regardless of whether they were work or fun. Instead of just settling back calmly, accepting that this temporary illness will pass and letting my immune system do all the work while I encourage it with juice and chocolate, my inner (Western) voice prattles on about "wasting a day" and "should have done this or that". It is so hard for us to just be. I wonder how difficult it must be for people who, due to real illness, gradually lose the ability to do anything. We, or at least I, define ourselves by what we do and what we produce. Just being doesn't seem like enough. But for me today, it will be; it needs to be. More chocolate, please.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Sam
He was promptly installed in a bathroom away from all our other animals, but with food, water and shelter- more than he'd probably ever had. He got a quick vet checkup on the 4th and was declared free of any potentially fatal diseases, but needed treatment for all the usual fleas, mites and worms so common in neglected animals, as well as some road tar on his ear and feet. He is a sweet, purring, calm kitten who loves being snuggled and for the life of me I cannot understand how this innocent creature and others like him are left to such awful circumstances.
In addition to a new home, he also got a patriotic, grown up name: Samuel Adams. We're sure he'll grow into the name at the same time he grows into those ears.