Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Frosty morning

Garden beauty

Garden beauty

This time of year we here in Michigan are always threatened by an early frost.  Just when late blooming dahlias are at their best the weather turns cool and those dastardly weather people start making noises about frost.  Wednesday it was in the 90’s (32.2 C) here.  Last night we were warned it could go as low as 38 (3.33C) in the city, maybe colder out here in the country.  So after supper Katie and I went out and cut a few of the beautiful blooms, bringing them in to save them from the cold.

New variety

New variety

Katie had to go out this morning at 5:30 and I could see there was frost on the roof of the car parked in the driveway but I haven’t been out now that it’s daylight to see if the frost killed any plants.  We covered the tomatoes with sheets so they should be fine.  Meanwhile I have these lovely flowers inside to enjoy.  And Katie and I saw a shooting star when we were wandering in the cold earlier.

Pretty amazing

Pretty amazing

Flowers and shooting stars.  Not a bad way to start the weekend.

Summer memories

Summer memories


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Mama says

Katie and I went camping last night.  In the yard, back behind the big blue spruce.  Just about where the tent is pitched in the header of this blog.  Yep.  A nice spot.

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She did good, climbed right on top of her big pillow and went to sleep at 11 when we ventured out.  I slept good too.  Until 3:22 when Katie barked once.  And then stood on me to look out the window and slowly watched something move from right to left while growling under her breath.

I convinced her it was all right and eventually she gave up guard duty.  But then she was up!  And she wanted nothing to do with hanging out in the tent and going back to sleep.  I gave up asking her to go lie down at 4:15 and we wearily (well I was weary, she was prancing) walked across the yard to the house.

Her Dad took her out the front door to do her business in case that was the problem, though why she couldn’t do that on the walk to the house is beyond me.  Apparently you can only do your business if you go out the front door.

Then we went back to bed.  But she wasn’t having any of that either.   After a bit of jumping on and off the bed and barking to be let out of the bedroom I used my school voice and told her to LIE DOWN!  She did and we all fell asleep.

Until 6.  Because, don’t you know, 6 is when we get up….right Mama!?  So I took her out again and as we wandered the front yard she starts staring out into the shadows and growling, then lunging at our shadows.  And doing some spins.  We went inside.

Now we’re both up.

But I’m going back to bed.  And I’m not promising that I’ll be awake in time for doggy school.  I’m not setting an alarm either.  She has lost all brownie points and any possibility of an adventure this weekend.

Oh look.  Now she’s asleep on the sofa.  Looks cute doesn’t she.

Uh huh.

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When is $750,000 not enough?

I was driving home the other night when bits of the news caught my attention.  Someone was putting a bill together to raise the fine retailers pay if they are caught selling cigarettes to minors.   I didn’t catch the beginning of the story, but apparently the fine has been $50 for a number of years.  Based on cost of living increases some legislator figures the fee should be at least $98 and has put together a bill to get it raised to $100.

Now I’m all for fining organizations that sell smokes to minors and I’m glad that someone noticed and is doing something to make it less attractive to do so.  But I can’t help but compare that problem to the minimum insurance levels mandated for injury and death caused by commercial trucks and the total lack of attention this issue has received.

In 1980 as Congress deregulated the trucking industry they set a minimum level of insurance mandated by a trucking company at $750,000.  In the past thirty years that minimum has never been increased.  And to make matters worse, the $750,000 is paid out per incident, no matter how many people are injured or killed.  Many companies, mostly larger commercial carriers, do carry more than the minimum, but smaller companies and many independents carry only as much as they have to.

So lets say the trucking company that hits your car carries a million dollars of insurance.  Sounds like a lot doesn’t it.  Lets says someone in your car has a traumatic brain injury, spends a month or more in intensive care, and many more months in rehab.  How far do you think that million will go?  Or maybe the truck that hits your car also careens into 2 or three more cars.  Maybe multiple people are injured or killed.  That million dollars has to be split up among everyone.  Do you think any one of those affected is worth less because they are one of many involved?  I didn’t think so.

We have members of our truck safety family who have turned over their share of the insurance, money won to compensate them for the death of their son, to the one survivor of the crash, someone in another family, a stranger, because she needs the money for care and will need that care the rest of her life.   That’s the kind of families that are touched by these crashes.  Really great, compassionate people.

So all of this has been swirling around in my head the last few days.  There’s a bill to raise the fine for selling cigarettes, but we can’t get a bill introduced to increase the mandated minimum amount of insurance for commercial carriers.   It makes no sense to me.

And it makes even less sense when I learn of a terrible crash that happened in Indiana a couple of weeks ago.  Seven members of the same family were killed; two young mothers, their four children and an uncle.  Hit from behind by a careless, probably speeding, driver who already had speeding infractions on his  license.  Someone that shouldn’t have been driving at all.  A company that only has to pay, by law, $ 750,000 to the family if they are found at fault.  A family that will never, ever be whole.  A company that likely considers the payout a cost of doing business.  The only thing that makes a commercial truck company take notice is a large monetary loss.  These days $750K is chump change.

Unfortunately the chumps are us.


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Tomato Thursday

What?  That’s not a popular concept?

Huh.

After years of no crop we almost gave up and didn’t plant any tomatoes this year.  Still…it’s hard to give up on the hope for fresh homegrown tomatoes.  So husband planted 6 plants.

Guess it worked out.

Yum!

Yum!

Katie loves tomatoes.  She heads right out to the garden to see if she can pick any for herself whenever we’re outside.  She’s feeling a bit put out that her dad picked so many for us.  If any were to accidentally fall on the floor she wouldn’t complain about cleaning them up.

She’s still waiting.

waiting....

waiting….


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#1300

This is the 1300th post on the blog.  I wanted to write something meaningful, heartfelt, something about one of my favorite causes.  But instead let me tell you about today’s morning trip out into the 6 a.m. darkness to find the perfect spot.

I had been dreaming about my mother.  I lost the dream when I woke to find Katie standing on me asking to go out.  But I was thinking about mom when I clicked Katie’s leash onto her collar and we ventured out into the cool morning air.  The stars were out.  I glanced up and saw Orion’s belt, my representation of my mom, in the sky.   I don’t think I’ve seen it all summer and it felt good to have her overhead again.

We walked down to the end of the driveway, Katie, mom and I; Katie  sniffing her usual places where other dogs leave her messages.  I was watching the sky and thinking about mom when I realized Katie wasn’t sniffing anymore. She was staring intently over at the neighbor’s yard.  “That’s just our shadows silly girl” I told her.  And I moved a little just to prove my point.

And then we heard this;  you only have to hear the first few seconds to get the effect.  The sound was just over our property line…perhaps 20 yards away.  Katie didn’t even bark back.  She looked at me.  I looked at her and together we hustled back to the house.

We were creeped out, but not as much as if Katie’s dad hadn’t heard this last week when he was out with Katie around midnight.  He described it and found it on youtube for us to hear.  So I wasn’t so surprised once I got my heart rate back down and could think about it.  I don’t think the fox would have come toward us.  Katie wants to go back outside.  But I’m not taking any chances.

Not till the sun is up anyway.


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No adventure? REALLY?

Katie here.  I just wanted to tell you guys how disgusted I am with my Mama.  Yes.  My Mama.  She was home for three whole days and did we go on an adventure?  No we did not!  She sat around and said she was tired.  And told me to go lie down. 

Oh sure I got to go to doggie school and I love doing that.  I especially like running recalls and coming in crooked.  I like how that makes my Mama look all frustrated and stuff.  Makes me grin, but you can’t tell cause of all my fur.  And I get lots of attention from everyone else there.  Sort of makes up for being ignored at home.  Doesn’t make it totally OK though.

She says I should be happy that we camped out in our yard for two nights straight.   B.O.R.I.N.G!  I’ve graduated from the stupid back yard!  Didn’t I prove that when we went camping at a real campground?  There were lots more interesting sounds and smells there.  At our house it just smells like grass.  And sometimes a stupid bunny.  Geeze.  I’m not a baby anymore.  I want to go on a real adventure.

Face it Mama.  You let me down.  I think you’re getting too old for adventures.

Geeze Mama!

Geeze Mama!


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Remember the Augusts of your childhood?

Remember when you were a kid and August lasted forever?  Long lazy days of heat and fun?  I guess once adulthood shows up August loses its luster.  But for me this particular August has gone on forever.  Let me share why.

Parking lot mayhem

Parking lot mayhem

I work in a pretty big building; 4 floors, 3 wings.  Several hundred of us work here.  At the beginning of August they began redoing the parking lots and they started with the lot outside our wing.  As you can see it wasn’t just a resurface job.

There are three lots that surround the building, each lot will take about a month.  For the month of August we in our wing are parking offsite about a mile away.  We take shuttle vans back and forth to that lot which sounds worse than it turned out to be.  They have five vans, each seating 10 passengers running nonstop between our building and the lot especially in the morning and evenings, but also at lunch if you want to go to that sort of effort just to run out to eat.

We have watched the progress while trying to block out the constant pounding of heavy machines, the beeping of trucks backing up, the shake of our monitors and the floor under our feet.  In the early stages the noise and vibration was overwhelming.  It seemed like they were moving the dirt from here to there, then back again, and we saw no progress.   But just last week they started paving.  We were excited!

Harley paver

Harley paver

Our lot is finally finished…and I only have two more days of riding the shuttle back and forth.  After a long day it’s difficult to wait in line to catch a ride over to your car.  On the other hand, we’ve gotten to know people we never would have spent time talking to when we could park on site.  And people are actually laughing  and kidding each other on our 10 minute trip.

FINISHED!

FINISHED!

Heard tonight, from the back of the van:  “We should have sing-a-longs!  (starts singing…the wheels of the bus go round and round…) We could tape it and put it on YouTube!  From the front passenger seat “I have some duct tape in my purse.”  From the back of the bus while still singing she interrupts herself to say…”Tape as in video, not as in duct!”  From the front of the bus…”With your singing duct is more appropriate.”  The entire bus laughs as we unload for the long commute home.

That’s another story – my commute.  It used to be 40 minutes each way if no one made any mistakes that would cause problems.  Now days it’s more likely an hour.  A lot of the time, particularly on my trip home it looks like this.

Nothing but brake lights

Nothing but brake lights

And nights when there’s a big act at our local outdoor arena?  Forget about it.  Tonight Maroon 5 AND Kelly Clarkson are playing.  I didn’t even try to get home via the freeway.  It’s a big holiday weekend coming up too, and half our state will be on my freeway heading north for a last camping fling before summer winds down.

So my month of August has looked a lot like this:

On the road.  Again.

On the road. Again.