Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Katie’s excellent day

Katie here.  Guess what?  My Aunt B came to visit me!   First thing we did (after I sniffed her a bunch and approved her) was go out in the back yard to play!  (Mama says you can click on the photos to see more details.)

This is my tunnel.  But I'll share.

This is my tunnel. But I’ll share.

They got my tunnel out!  I haven’t seen it in two years!  I got my Aunt to go through it first, just to prove she could.  But after that it was all me!

This is my Aunt showing me how it's done.

This is my Aunt showing me how it’s done.

I remembered all about the tunnel.  Mostly I remembered that if I ran through it when my Mama yelled “TUNNEL!” I got a treat.  So I ran really fast.

Then you know what they got out?  My CHUTE!!  Heck I haven’t seen that in like forever!  And I wasn’t scared at all.  Nope, not me.  I ran through it right away and then every time they said “CHUTE!”  I ran through it again.

Here I come!

Here I come!

Then I got hot and ran through it and then ran over under a tree and laid down.  I was done!

I love this game!

I love this game!

No more playing for me today!  I need some serious ear scratching and tummy tickling and I know just the Aunt to do it too!

Aren't I cute?

Aren’t I cute?

See you guys later….we’re going to school tomorrow and my Aunt is coming along to see how spectacular I am.

Smile!

Smile!

But for now I just can’t stop grinning!


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Rush hour musings

The traffic was stop and go on my way to work today.  So I had a lot of time to contemplate the license plate on the car just in front of me.

IOALOT

Say it out loud.   You’ll get it.

After I got it I started looking at the car itself.  Was it a Lexus, a BMW, a Cadillac?  No.  It was a very very old Oldsmobile.  They don’t even make the Oldsmobile anymore…and this wasn’t one of the last ones built.

It was big as a tank, square, low.  Probably rides great and still looks pretty good except for the rust around the bottom of the trunk lid.  So.  He owes a lot.  Obviously not on this car, so must be somewhere else.   Which made me wonder.   Aren’t vanity plates expensive?  If you owe a lot why would you spend money on a more expensive license plate?

Oh.  Wait.  Maybe he compulsively buys things.  Like vanity plates.  Maybe that’s why he owes a lot.

You know, I bet there’s more to this story.


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It’s turtle time

This morning outside my window I saw this:

Mama turtle on a walk.

Mama turtle on a walk.

I left Katie inside and went out to see what she was doing.  I think she was headed up our hill to lay eggs.

She was hissing at me.

She’s hissing at me.

This is the third snapping turtle I’ve seen over on this side of our yard this week; the other two were even larger than today’s mama.  Pretty soon we should be overrun with baby turtles.  But it rarely happens that way.  Usually I find one or two a summer somewhere in our yard and I take them across the street to the pond where their mamas live.

You can read about one of my baby turtle adventures and a time we tried to help a mama.  I learned a lot that day!

Meanwhile after a quick photo I left her alone to do her job.   I hope she makes it back across the road when she’s finished.  I know I’m not going to be helping her back to the pond!

PS:  More than 4 hours later I am weeding a bed at the front of the house when I realize there’s a nest in a crab tree and a robin is sitting on it.  That’s nice.  But it’s in the middle of where I need to weed.  She’s watching me.  I go inside to discuss the problem with husband who is planning on rotatilling that area this afternoon.  I don’t think that is a good idea.  I think we should let the grass grow there till after any babies fly away.  I go back outside.  She’s not sitting on the nest.  I work for a little while and she starts to scold me from a nearby tree.  I move my wheelbarrow, myself and my shovel to the front porch and watch.  She flies back to her nest.

Maybe I should give up on this garden and move to the one at the south of the house.  I go inside and over to the window overlooking that weed infested garden to see if the sun is there yet, hoping for shade.  And I see this:

Might be same mama.  Might not.

Might be same mama. Might not.

She stops and sniffs the air, then makes a beeline for the garden.

Didn't want to weed today anyway.

Didn’t want to weed today anyway.

I watch her walk through the garden right up to the house.  She’s staring at me in the window the whole time.

I see you!

I see you!

She’s under the deck now.  Hopefully laying more eggs.  Katie is inside, the door to the deck open.  Suddenly she’s barking and staring down between the deck boards.  I shut the door.

Wildlife 2.  Weeding 0.

That’s fine with me.

Stunning

Stunning


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A visitor is coming!

My sister is coming to visit us!

She's certainly visited since this was taken!

She’s certainly visited since this was taken!

She hasn’t been here in many years.  Katie was just a youngster during her last visit.

Katie and her Aunt long ago.

Katie and her Aunt long ago.

Katie is waiting impatiently.

I find my self doing something my mother used to do when she was preparing for a visit from us northerners.  I always seemed to arrive just after the azaleas were in full bloom.  Or after the dogwood or wisteria was finished for the season.  She always told me how beautiful they were and I tried to imagine it.

Today as I was weeding I wondered if our Koosa dogwood would still be in bloom when she arrives.

Prettiest this tree has ever been.

Prettiest this tree has ever been.

Will the clematis still be as spectacular?

Pretty in purple

Pretty in purple

Maybe the poppies will be opening.

Getting ready to burst!

Getting ready to burst!

Hopefully the begonias will still be beautifully orange.  She says orange reminds her of Mom who had an orange front door and when we were kids an orange kitchen sink.   I hadn’t thought of that when I picked them out for our front entry.  But I think of Mom frequently as I come and go now.

Remembrance orange

Remembrance orange

Katie says I should stop worrying about what will be blooming.  She says whatever is blooming we’ll all have a great time together.  Katie has all sorts of plans for things to do with her Aunt.  She can’t wait.

I'm waiting.....

I’m waiting…..

Me either.

Hey Mom

Hey Mom


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Beyond brutal

If work last week was difficult, this week it is impossible.  Since mid February there have been three women in our department whose husbands have died unexpectedly overnight.  This past Sunday it was the husband of someone in my region.  The resultant pain and grief among our small group is overwhelming and we all feel so helpless.  Each of us wants to help her.  None of us can.  The work must still get done, and the volume of emails and phone calls has intensified as people hear and want to know what happened.  And, of course, how to help.    Today is only the third day of this never ending week.  We were exhausted before.  Now we are plodding, a painful slow hobble; we’re just getting through each day.  Our exhaustion and pain is all consuming but nothing like what she is living through right now.

So it surprised me a bit tonight to find I could still smile and sing, even tap my fingers on the steering wheel.  The CD from our spring concert arrived last night and I listened to it on the way home this evening.  What a great concert; it was full of happy, fun, upbeat music.  Stuff you can sing (or at least hum) along with, sway with, nod your head with, snap your fingers to.  Good fun, great memories, heart singing music.

Here’s a sampling of what we played (found on youtube and played by other groups for your listening pleasure).  For Lassie and Benji’s mom I give you Lassus Trombone.  (She plays the trombone so I figured she’d get a kick out of this.)   And New York 1927 was really fun to play.  We featured the trumpets in Bugler’s Holiday …including one of our oldest members at over 70 featured as one of the soloists.    We even showcased the clarinets with Pie in the Sky Polka…a piece I spent way too much time practicing.

The whole evening was really fun, and the memories of that concert kept me smiling tonight on my long commute home after another very long and sad day at work.  For the concert we invited 10 or so 7th graders to play with us on a couple of the pieces.  The kids looked so young.  The young man sitting with us in the clarinets said as he took his chair that he was nervous.   We said that was OK, we were nervous too.  Afterward his grin, and the grins of most of the other kids went from ear to ear.  Amazing what music can do.

I wish it was this easy to lift my friend’s spirit.


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Was going to

I was going to tell you about the community band’s spring concert performed Tuesday night this week.  We invited some of the local 7th graders to play with us.  Their faces were glowing.  Such cute talented kids.

Was going to tell you about the tree peony in full bloom.   More blooms than I’ve ever seen before.

Was going to tell you about lots of stuff from this past week.  Meant to.  Every night I was going to tell you all about it.

But work this week has been…to put it in the words of one of my youngest employees….brutal.  And at the end of the day Friday I heard this conversation:

Person #1:  “I like watching Jeopardy, like to see if I can come up with the answers before the contestants.”

Person #2:  “I do the same thing with Wheel of Fortune.  That’s about all I can handle after a day like this.”

Person #3 yells over the wall:  “After this week I’m going to pour a glass of wine and watch Sponge Bob.”

Yep that about sums it up.  Pouring wine now.


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A lovely weekend

This is all mine!

This is all mine!

Katie here….Three day weekends should be the norm because then I’d have my Mama around more and we could do more fun things.  Like going to my park!  Mama kept promising me all weekend that we’d go to the park.  She said that a lot while she was weeding and hauling mulch and stuff.  After awhile I didn’t believe her anymore.

So when Dad said “Hey Katie-girl (I was sleeping and he woke me up!)…do you want to go to the park!?”  I knew something was up.  He never asks me that.  So I got all excited and missed the evil look my Mama gave my Dad, cause I guess she was busy with something and now she was going to have to stop doing it and take me right away because Dad got me all riled up.   It worked too!  I should probably pay Dad a commission or something.

Come on Mama, hurry up!

Come on Mama, hurry up!

We had the park all to ourselves.  I guess Mama had planned on taking me to a bigger park, but then she realized that those parks would be full of people doing Memorial Day stuff so we just went to my local park.  I didn’t care, I was so excited to be there I didn’t even want any treats when Mama offered.  I just wanted to sniff!

Every year Mama takes me to this park to take my picture with the pretty yellow flowers.  I don’t know why, I always look the same.  She says this year we were a little late.  I don’t know what she’s talking about.  I still look beautiful even though I am six and a half years old.  Little late.  Sheesh.

A Sheltie is never late.

A Sheltie is never late.

We practiced some obedience along the way too.  And of course Mama did that distracted recall thing.  I’m really really good at that.  I love running back to my Mama when she calls.

Coming Mama!

Coming Mama!

Toward the end of our walk the sky got dark and it started to sprinkle.  I don’t care so much, but Mama said we had to get back.  You see, we tried camping last night in the back yard for the first time this season and Mama said we needed to get back to the house so we could get all the camping stuff back inside.  Whatever Mama.  It’s not like we spent very long out in the tent last night.  It was stinking cold!  But I’m not worried, I know there’s going to be plenty of camping nights this summer.

Here's me being 'dramatic' before the rain.

Here’s me being ‘dramatic’ before the rain.

I had a great weekend.  Too bad Mama has to go back to work today.  On the other hand, I could use a nap!

What are we doing next weekend Mama?

What are we doing next weekend Mama?