Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

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Winds of change

Winds strip the last of the fall color away.

I had planned to talk about the political ads we’re being inundated with, on TV, radio, the robocalls claiming our evenings, the flyers in our mailboxes.  They surround us, overwhelm us and most of all confuse us.  Yes I had planned on talking about that and my hope that the election comes soon so that we can all find a bit of peace.

But tonight  the news is full of Hurricane Sandy, and we must focus on the East Coast.  All the political jargon and angst fades away.  What’s important right now is that people have made their way to a safe place; made arrangements to safely wait out the storm.

My hope is that things are not as dire as the weather models and reporters are predicting.  That we get some or a lot of rain, maybe even snow, but everyone survives and structures withstand the elements.

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Mostly my hope is that all of you out on the East Coast, my blogging friends, my customers and all your friends and families make it through tonight with nothing more than damp shoes and windblown hair.

Stay safe, all of you.  And please be careful.


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Last flowers

Well.  Enough about baseball in October.  Let me show you the last blooms of fall in my garden.  This is monks head; or aconitum, if you’re the more scientific type.  It blooms very late in the season, often after a frost

The bluish purple end of the summer.

It’s very beautiful and I’m always glad to see some color in the garden this late in the year.  But it,and the end of baseball, mean summer is really truly without question over.

Darn. (But click on this last picture to see it up close.)

The end.


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World Series Musing

Living near Detroit we’ve supported great teams in all sports.   Yes even football though that might have been a long time ago.  Right now we’re all focused on baseball and the World Series because, though our season had ups and downs, Detroit made it into the World Series!  Really!!  Sometimes we didn’t think it was going to happen; we chased the Chicago Cubs for what seemed like forever.  Then we faced the New York Yankees, and because I’m no expert I was afraid.   Historically I always felt the Yankees were big trouble.  Turned out they were not…and here we are in the biggest series of the sport.

All along the way I said that if the Tigers could get to the World Series I’d be pleased….even proud of them, regardless of the outcome.  But now we’re here, and down two games to none…and I’m trying to still feel that way.  Hours before game three, the first game back here at home, I’m trying to feel optimistic.

I’m still proud of them.  But darn it would be nice to win this one.


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Rally report

Mom! Can we get to work yet?

Katie and I survived and she’s pretty full of herself too.  Cause she has a pretty red ribbon to add to her collection.  She thinks she looks particularly good with red.   But of course it’s a much longer story than that.

We arrived early, way too early, again.  Lesson learned.  We were there for 3 hours before it was actually time for me to walk the Advanced course.  By then Katie was pretty much over it, but she waited patiently in her crate for me to go through the course.  There were only two of us in Advanced A; a woman named Kim and her sheltie Mona.   Mona is just the sweetest girl I’ve met in a long time!   Kim and I did the walk through together.  Good thing too, because I fixed something she had a misconception on and she pointed out we had missed station #4 totally the first walk through!

I’ve been working on memorizing the signs and perfecting my footwork all week.  I practiced pivots on my lunch walk yesterday.  I called ‘”come!” and “down!” and “heel!” on my commutes.   I worried about her popping up from downs, following me too fast when she was supposed to stay.  I worried about forgetting to ask her to sit when I should, or asking her to sit when I shouldn’t.  I worried.

What I didn’t worry about…ever…was her jump.  She loves to jump.  She’ll jump anything…and then she will often turn around and jump it again.  So the fact there was a jump at station 2 was not alarming.  Until she walked around it and then looked at me like ….”What?  You wanted something else?”  So there goes 10 points right off the bat.

I sighed and shook my head and we finished the rest of the course.  Other than a couple of crooked sits she was perfect.  The things I had worried about were beautiful.   She’s something else, she is.

Then we were out of the ring and I told her she was a good girl, which she was.  I think I just wasn’t going fast enough to get her running, and she didn’t realize she was supposed to leave my left leg and go jump.  We watched the other woman in our class do the course and they did great too.

Afterward Kim was excited for me because the score they put up for me was 99.  Her score was 95.  But I knew that wasn’t right, with no jump the best we could get was 90.  So I talked to the steward and at a break we talked to the judge who was grateful that I told her.  I was glad too.

So we ended up in 2nd place of two…but I’m proud of Katie and her score..the judge gave us 90 and I’ll take it!

Katie says it was a long day for a little ribbon…but she’s willing to do it again, and if I give her enough warning she’ll even do the jump!

Maybe.

Mine!


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A weight lifted

I just got home from the last rehearsal before our Halloween concert which is next Tuesday.  As some of you know there’s a particular piece of music that has  stymied me.  I practice every night.  Well, almost every night.  I practice at least 30 minutes, usually closer to an hour, and the majority of it is spent on this one piece of music.  Still, as of last night I could not play it at the tempo it demands to be played.

Tonight  we ran through the concert in the order of the performance.  We got to the difficult piece about 8:15 this evening.  We all took a deep breath, and hoped we’d make it through.  At the top of the second page the conductor lowered her baton.  She said she didn’t want to offend anyone, she knew people had put in hours of work, but perhaps we should not put this piece in this concert?  Perhaps it should go in our spring concert.    What did we think?  We all let out a cheer!  YES!  Take this off the program.  Please.  Trust me, no one was offended.  At all.

Relief is a wonderful thing.  The rest of the rehearsal we were all smiles, even the conductor…and she’s usually stressed during our last practice.  We even had time to change the words in a piece that has us singing for a section to include lyrics we made up about the Tigers baseball team.  (You all know of course that the Detroit Tigers are playing in the World Series..don’t you?)

What a wonderful thing…we let a piece of music go and now we can all relax and enjoy the rest of the week instead of practicing an hour every night on the off chance we could have pulled it off.

And the concert next week will be more fun without the weight of that piece hanging over us.  She’s never backed down from anything before, but I’m really REALLY glad she backed away from this one this time.

Whew!  What a relief!


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Abstract photography

Remember about a year ago when I was looking for subjects for abstract photography for Scott’s photo challenge?  I told you then that I wasn’t happy with any of the photos I submitted, but that it had been fun looking.

And that I’d show you if I ever got a shot I was happy with.  Well, this weekend I accidentally got this…

…and I”m happy with it.  I have another one that turned out interesting and I might show you that one someday.

But this one I just like.


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It’s rally time

Katie here.  Mama says she’s too stressed to write tonight.  But I tried to make her feel better.  Really I did.  It’s not my fault she keeps signing us up for stuff and then gets all freaked out.  Not my fault at all.

I guess I should start at the beginning.  Mama, signed us up for our first leg of Advanced Rally.  Next Friday.  When she signed us up it seemed like a really far away date.  Lots of time to practice.  And stuff.  But now here it is.  And she just got the latest book with all the new signs and she’s freaking out!

But we went to the park today, my Mama and I.  She read the book and we heeled around and around.  I sat when she told me to sit.  I turned when she told me to turn.  I backed up when she told me back.  I did MY job. But it’s HER job to read the stupid signs.  And all those arrows and halt marks get her going good, that’s for sure.  She keeps telling me I need to learn to read real quick, so I can do it right even if she tells me wrong.  I think that’s a silly idea; how’s a dog supposed to read AND execute I ask you?

So we did a lot of signs out of the book.  I was off leash and everything.  I even ignored the chipmunk I heard off in the field.  I debated, but I ignored it.  I figured….Mama with CHEESE  or chipmunk…Mama with CHEESE or chipmunk.  Mama won.  She said I was a good girl and I got two pieces!

But after about 10 gazillion pages of signs I had enough and wanted to play!  After all we were at my park!  So Mama put the leash back on me and we went for a walk for awhile.  I got to sniff lots of stuff.

But pretty soon Mama wanted to finish the rest of the pages of signs.  I thought that was a good idea too, but I let her think it was her idea.  She’s so SLOW though, reading the signs, thinking about it.  I just want to go Go GO!

By the time she finally got to the last sign I was huffing at her.  Enough of all this sitting and downing and sitting and standing and heeling and turning and coming and stopping.  GEEZE Mama!  Can’t you see that I’m PERFECT?

She says we have to practice all the signs every night (except Tuesday when she’s practicing at band) the rest of the week so that we are all set for Friday.

It’s gonna be a long week.


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Georgetown plus

See the cute stores reflected in the window?

While I was in DC I stayed at a hotel in Georgetown.  I’ve never stayed there, and on my many taxi trips back and forth I could see it was really beautiful.

Living close together in cuteness.

I only had 30 minutes between meetings on one day to wander a little bit.  It sure is a pretty place.

Optimistic door.

And there was a giant library just a couple blocks from the hotel.

No time to go inside.

There was much more to see, beautiful gardens and a pretty cemetery, parks, large colonial homes.  But I had to get back to work.

No time for shopping.

And then my time in DC was up and I was headed home.

Leaving Regan National airport.

I had a layover in Cleveland…

Dropping in on Cleveland early in the morning.

…and left as the sun was rising.

Cleveland at sunrise.

Ultimately I landed in Flint, home of the Buick.

1938 was a very good year.

It was a fast trip, a busy trip.  We got a little bit of good done.  I have jet lag and I didn’t even fly that far.  Georgetown and DC are beautiful.

Someday I want to go back just for fun.


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Cab speak

Halls of change.

I took a lot of cabs while I was in DC, and had a couple of interesting conversations with the drivers while dodging other cars and weaving up side streets.

The first cab ride from the airport to Capitol Hill was a none stop monologue from the driver that started as soon as I entered the cab and told him I needed to go to a Senate office building.  “You going to a meeting?”   Yes I told him.  “What do you do?”  I’m a banker.  “Oh…good job for a woman.”  I bit my tongue and told him sometimes it was a crazy stressful job.  “Everyone always want the job they do not have” he said.  “People need to be more optimistic.  People are always so negative.  Not the way to go, people need to be more optimistic.  People here, they don’t know how good they have it.  If they travel around the world like I do they see, when they come back, this is the best country in the world.  Rest of world have nothing like America.  Do you like Obama?  I’m scared that Romney win, this country go to war, lose everything.  I pray it not so.  How many kids you got?  None?  Why not?  You don’t want kids?  I guess OK no kids if you have lots of nieces and nephews? ”  And on and on it went.   As I slipped out of the cab at my destination he said “You have good meeting lady!”

The second conversation I had with a cab driver was more evenly divided between us.  He picked me up in front of a Senate office building and was driving me back to my hotel in Georgetown.  He asked me why I was in Washington and I told him I was working on some trucking fatigue issues.

“Like when they get sleepy and weave all over and then run off the road and kill people?”

“Yes exactly like that.”

“Why do they do that?  Fall asleep like that?”

“Because they get paid by the mile, and the more miles they drive the more money they make.”

“Well that’s stupid.  They should get paid by the hour like everyone else.”

“Yes they should.”

“So why you working on this?”

“Cause my dad was killed by a tired trucker.”

“Oh man, I’m sorry.  So how often do you come to Washington to do this?”

“Maybe once a year, sometimes twice if there’s something important going on in Congress.”

“How are you gonna stop them from driving too long?”

“Well, we got legislation passed last August that requires electronic monitoring of the miles they drive, so they can’t lie in their log books.”

“That’s good.  That’s very good.”

“Yes, it took a long time to get that”

“Everything slow in Washington.”

“And we’re working on a lot of other stuff too, to make the roads safer for everyone.”

“Truck drivers…. they agree with you?”

“Lots of them do.  They die too, you know, in truck crashes.  Everyone on the road is at risk.  Cab drivers too.”

We pull into the hotel parking lot.  As I’m paying the fare he turns around and looks me in the eye.

“I want to say thank you.”

My eyes tear up.

“I want to say thank you, and I wish your group well lady.”

“You’re welcome sir.  You’re very welcome.”