a chronicle of life, trials, tribulations and life in these hectic days......
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Jeeez, it's been awhile....
It's pretty interesting. I don't know if I would/could/should do that. I mean who wants to see body parts of an aging sort-of hippie? Not me! So I'll just look and ponder. '
Due to the ongoing energy crisis (?!) We are going to 4 day weeks here at work. I did that once and found that my off day (friday) was spent running around and doing all the stuff I used to do at lunch and right after work. Well my staff are very excited about it so I guess I'll suffer through it. In my case it means I can get some of the HUGE listof stuff that alweays needs to done aroung the house/kennel/farm. It presents a challenge to me in several ways. First, my dear wife who I love dearly, POUNDS THE SHIT OUT ME ABOUT WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. I know it needs doing dear but can we just leave it alone once in a while. She can't see, and I have a hard time conveying to her, that the constant barrge of this needs doing, that needs doing, is depressing. It makes me feel like we'll never get ahead of the game and, well I'm sure you can understand. So, my job/challenge is to try to get her to not nag me to death about this stuff but just to tell me, ONCE, and put it on a list and I'll get around to it.
I once said that a succesfull marriage is work. It is. Ever changing, ever adapting, always in motion. People are not static, everyone changes, in little ways and in big ways. By default the relationship is the same, you need to adapt to your partners changes and change (modify) accordingly. Ima tryin', Ima tryin'.
I'm sure it will work out. We are too compatible for it not to.
Anyway, here's to the three day weekends coming up!! Yahooooooo!!!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Some thoughts and a tragedy......
John Carolan was sitting on his porch in the thick, humid darkness just before midnight Tuesday when three or four young men, one with a knife and another with a machete, stopped in front of his fence and pointed to the generator humming in the front yard, he said.
One said, "We want that generator," he recalled.
"I fired a couple of rounds over their heads with a .357 Magnum," Mr. Carolan recounted Wednesday. "They scattered."
Nice man, he decided not to shoot them. Maybe next time they won't be so lucky. No loss....
A tragic note from the homefront. One of the baby racoons that we are fostering fell and apparently broke her neck. It was very sad. They love to climb and by giving them the opportunity to climb around they can gain some of the skills that they need to survive in the wild. After 3 years of rehabbing racoons with 20+ successfully released we have had our first tragedy. I realize that with all the death and destruction in the Gulf it pales in comparison, but a small helpless creature like this.......
Sort of a switch, tragic loss of a baby racoon from "lets' just shoot the looters..." In my defense I would have to answer that the racoons don't know any better....the looters, well.....