Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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This and that about a sheltie

Trees 1163We’ve had a series of really beautiful days, warm and sunny, makes a person (and a Sheltie) want to go camping again, even though all the camping equipment had been put away for the season.  So on a whim I put up the little tent because it’s easier than the larger one to assemble.  Of course this little tent doesn’t have a doggie window, and it’s too small to put my inflated mattress inside.  So I dragged out a bunch of pillows and a couple of blankets and we settled in.  The first night we made it until 6 a.m. when I woke up FREEZING cold.  The temp outside was just under 50 degrees.  I reached for my second blanket and found that it had been taken over by Katie who was curled up in a tiny little ball, her nose in her tail, sound asleep.  I tried to go back to sleep but I was too cold, so I woke her up and we went inside.  It was worth getting cold, though, because the stars at 6 a.m. were absolutely amazing.

The second night was forecast to be even colder.  It was already only 50 degrees at 11:30 when I was heading to bed.  I decided not to sleep in the tent, opting for heat and comfort instead.  I asked Katie as I turned off the TV if she was ready to go to bed, then I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth.  When I came back out she was standing at attention at the back door, figuring we were going camping again.  I laughed and said OK, and we grabbed MORE blankets and settled in, me with four blankets and her with her own pillow and blanket.  We only made it to 1 a.m… she heard something and that was the end of camping out.  She barked and crawled on top of me and kept whining.  So we gave it up.  That might be all the camping for us for the summer.  We’ll see.

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Yesterday the neighbor across the street was getting a new roof.  We were alerted to that fact by our Sheltie alarm dog.  They had a truck in their driveway, lifting the new shingles up onto the roof, and she WANTED US TO KNOW ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW!  She and I sat out in our front yard for quite awhile, watching all the work going on over there.

And tonight I spent four hours watching an obedience trial where a few people I know were showing their talented dogs.  I’ve always watched video of excellent dogs and thought that Katie wasn’t ready for trials, but tonight, though I did watch a lot of really great dogs, I saw several in novice and even higher levels that weren’t any better than Katie.  I kept saying, “Well, KATIE could do that!” as I watched.  It inspired me enough to come home and do a heeling pattern with her around the living room sofa!

When I walked in the door tonight she was all over me.  Sniffing all those other dogs, she’s pretty sure I cheated on her.  Silly girl, I’d never do that!

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Not much going on here

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Katie’s wound up like a spring.  Still.  We’ve been busy, a family wedding, me working many of the last few days.  No walks in the park for her and she’s telling us that she DOESN’T LIKE IT!  So this evening we headed back to the park.  My intention was to work on heeling and sit/stays.  But as soon as she was out of the car she was OFF exploring and I didn’t have the heart to make her practice.  Which turned out to be a good decision because she wasn’t interested in the treats I brought anyway.

I call this one; a girl and her dog:

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The mosquitos were out in force, so we tried to move along.  My entire job on this walk was to manage the long leash, so that it didn’t wind itself around her feet.  I wasn’t totally successful with that, as evidenced below:

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We did a little bit of recalling, which she loves to do.  At least the first time she loved it.  Then she found out I didn’t have her special treats, and all bets were off.

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We had a lot of fun, even with all the mosquitos.  She wouldn’t go back to the car, so we sat and watched the pond for awhile. Funny thing, my whole family is happiest when we can see water.  She must be related.

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Silly girl.

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A walk is not a run

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Many nights as I’m driving home from work I imagine myself going for a run in the morning.  I am thoroughly convinced that I will don my running garb and head out the next day.  I’m even excited about it.  But morning comes and the bed is comfortable and the dog needs walking and I wonder about my foot, and think (again) about purchasing new shoes “just to be safe,” so as not risk reinjury and it doesn’t happen.  Last night I didn’t fall asleep until 5 in the morning, thinking about why I wasn’t running anymore, and how this morning would be different.

So when the cute Sheltie woke me at the usual 7 a.m. to go out and investigate the yard I put on the running duds first.  No excuses.  We wandered the yard, came back inside and I went back to bed.  When we awoke at 9 I put the running stuff back on, ate breakfast and kept talking myself into the run.  OK.  The walk.  I decided to walk my favorite 4 mile route.

I hadn’t walked this route since last spring, when the leaves were just peaking and the herons were building nests, the horses were restless and the swamp frogs were peeping.  To do it now at the beginning of fall felt different.  The insects were buzzing, the jays were calling, the horses wore blankets, but the sun was shining and the sky was blue.  It was a good day.

Dawn 125The first mile I spent thinking about why I felt that walking somehow wasn’t as good as running.  How I seemed to think that if I couldn’t run then I wouldn’t do anything.  Seemed to me to be a silly attitude, but there it was.  I did notice that I saw a lot more beautiful things along the way when I walked than I did when I ran, but  I have to say I  liked being able to say that I was a runner.  I liked the way I could pretty much eat whatever I wanted when I was a runner.  I liked to watch people’s faces when they found out I had completed marathons.  But I didn’t really like to run.  I was always talking myself into getting out there, and I was always glad when I was finished.  So maybe walking would be a good compromise.  Maybe.

Trees 1150 Mile one I noticed some beautiful gray blue berries near the edge of a swamp and some stunning red Virginia creeper.  I’ve been reading a book about painting intimate water colors and these two would make a nice little painting.  Along my dirt road leaves, fallen from the trees overhead, had become embedded in the dirt.  I thought how these leaves, giving the last of their life were still making imprints in my life.  A lot like some people I’ve known.

Mile two I crunched along on the fallen acorns which were plopping down around me under the big old oak trees, and squished on the choke cherries strewn along the road.  I ran a bit here and there; anywhere the road was sloping downhill, was even and had shade.

Trees 1143 Mile three is my favorite mile of the route, mostly downhill, a tunnel through the woods.  As I was running under the trees, a squirrel leaped out of the woods and ran toward me.  Suddenly realizing I wasn’t another squirrel come to play, he turned and ran ahead of me for awhile, then leaped back into the woods.  Two chickadees cheered me on and I smiled at the last little bit of the squirrel’s red tail gleaming in the morning sun as it scrambled up a tree.

Mile four, my least favorite mile, travels through our one block town on the main road, back toward home.  It’s mostly uphill, traffic is nonstop, it’s noisy and dusty and hot.  I pass a Bulldog sleeping in a bay window.  Guarding the homestead so to speak.  He doesn’t hear or smell me (though by now I am pretty stinky) and slumbers on as I pass.  Three houses down I hear him barking.  Too little too late.  I climb the last hill, a half mile from home and see two little Bichons standing on the back of a sofa, watching their road.  One is in charge and is the barker;  he yaps frantically at me as I walk by.  The other one glances at me and yawns.  I smile back.

Home again, walking up the driveway I see my own little yapper waiting.  She is sitting in the sun, watching for me out the storm door.  She is pouting because she didn’t get to go, but can’t maintain the attitude as I walk through the door.  She’s all happy dances and licky-licks.  A fitting welcome to a former runner turned walker extordinare.

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Newberry Medal winners…a comparison

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I was working in a children’s library the other day and happened to notice a list of books that had received the Newberry Medal.  At the top of the list was this description:  “The Newberry is awarded each year to the author whose new book makes the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children.”  The list went way back to the early 1900’s.  I decided I’d read the book that won the award the year I was born and the most recent award winner to see what kinds of differences had occurred during my lifetime.  And no, I wasn’t born in the early 1900’s; I’m more a mid-century kind of girl.

I kind of expected the older book to read older, maybe more stuffy, less fun, less adventurous.  But no!  I really enjoyed “Carry On, Mr. Bowditch” which was written by Jean Lee Latham in 1955 and won the award in 1956.  It’s the story of a young boy who arrived in Salem MA in 1779 with his family to begin a new life after his father, a ship’s captain, lost his ship at sea.  The book tells his story right through adulthood, when he goes to sea himself.  It’s an intriguing tale and one I couldn’t put down.

The book that won the 2008 award is “Good Masters!  Sweet Ladies!  Voices from a Medieval Village” written in 2007 by Laura Amy Schlitz.  It’s a series of poems written about individuals that live within a medieval village.  There are little snippets of information about  farming  and town life, but the majority is poems that tell stories told by individuals; the shepherd, the knight’s son, the glassblower’s daughter etc.  I have to admit, I found this format less compelling, but I think that has more to do with my reading style and that I’m less of a poetry fan than a narrative reader.

Both books add a huge amount of knowledge about another place in time for any young (or old) reader and I’m glad I spent a bit of time reading outside my box.

What’s Katie got to do with this story?  Well, as soon as I put the books on the floor to photograph them she plopped down too and looked at me expectantly.  She’s a photo-hog.

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Visiting Curwood

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Yesterday my husband and I went on a one day excursion to visit Curwood Castle.  Haven’t heard of it you say?  Not surprised – either had we and we’ve lived in Michigan all our lives!  About an hour away sits a beautiful little castle on the banks of the Shiawasee river.  It was the writing studio of James Oliver Curwood who wrote many wildlife adventure stories in the 1920’s.  Several of his books were made into movies including Kazan,  The Grizzly King, and Nomads of the North.

As soon as I entered the castle I thought it would make a wonderful home, with views along the river and big high ceilings with dark wood beams, and a stone fireplace at one end.  Up in the turret, the clean white walls and windows over the river made me want to stay and…well…write!  What a wonderful place it must have been for him.  Curwood Castle - Owosso MI September 2009 013

Sadly, Curwood died young at 49 from a blood disease brought on by a spider bite incurred during a fishing trip in Florida.  I’m going to check whether or not our library has any of his books.  After being in his space it would be interesting to read one or two.

Hope you are all having a lovely Labor Day weekend..without working too hard!

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It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Katie 1839We’ve had the best weather for the past couple of days, highs in the mid 70’s, sunshine, no rain, blue skies, puffy white clouds and occasional gentle breezes.  And even better I’ve been working most days shifts from 5 to 9 p.m. so Katie and I have the whole day together.    I can’t think of a better way to end the summer.

Of course we’ve  worked on our obedience skills…and I’m getting better! No, really, we’re working on heeling and sit and stay and recall.  Plus we’ve done a fair amount of playing too; her favorite at the moment being Frisbee out in the yard.  And we’ve gone on a walk through the neighborhood each afternoon.  She’s having fun with all the activity.

Have to say my favorite thing is sitting on the deck with a good book.  While I’m reading, she’s on deck alert, watching out for those rascally rabbits or chipmunks or squirrels.  Kind of wears her out.  She’s asleep, upside down on the sofa now, getting prepared for another big day tomorrow.

Well, sort of asleep.  Katie 1844


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Experiencing the rural library

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Sometimes I work at urban libraries and sometimes I work at libraries in rural communities; that diversity is one of the good things about my job.  Driving home from work the other day though, I realized for sure that at heart I’m a rural librarian.  There’s such a sense of community in small towns, and the library is such a big part of that community.  Plus I get to enjoy great commutes, far away from freeways and traffic jams!

Here’s a few snippets of conversation and questions from a day at a rural library:

A father and son  stop in, they are regulars each week – sometimes several times a week.  Usually they pick up a few books and a couple movies;  the books  for the son, the movies for Dad.  This morning a book the Dad had ordered was ready for pickup.  As I scanned his library card to check out his movies the message popped up that he had a book on the reserve shelf.  I reached around for it, and Dad’s eyes lit up.  Then he whooped for joy, which caused his son to jump in surprise.  Seems he had forgotten about the book, and now he was excited to see that it had finally arrived.  The bookworm son looked at his Dad in a new light.   They were both talking excitedly about books as they left.

Someone else came in looking for a book they’d heard about on public radio.  Didn’t know the author, or the title, just had a few hints of what it might be.  “But it sounded really interesting!”

A wife came in to find World War II movies “or anything with Nicole Kidman in it” for a husband who was ill at home.  Usually he came to the library and picked up her reserved books, now it was her turn to find things he might enjoy.  We searched all the available movies and found several for her, some classics, some more recent.  The husband is looking at a long convalescence so she’ll be back.

A youngster came by and asked me “Does your chair have shock absorbers?”  I thought a moment and then said that I thought it probably did.  He proceeded to explain to me just how shock absorbers worked and I thanked him for the information.  Librarians can never have too much information.

A patron, new to the community, ventured into the library.  After receiving her card she wandered off exclaiming that it had been a long time since she’d had the chance to explore a new library.  She was so excited, it was fun to watch her discover the fiction and become instantly absorbed.

Someone wanted information on fibromyalgia, another needed a mapquest directions to a wedding way down in a big city far far away, a third was looking for a childhood friend and wanted help with the internet.  You just never know what people are going to ask of you.

At the end of the day one of the last patrons picked up a brightly colored flier that advertised the local farmer’s market.  It was bright yellow, and in John Deer green declared across the top:  “FARMER’S MARKET on THURSDAYS.”  She turned and asked me–“What day is the Farmer’s Market?”  Sigh.  Sometimes you don’t really need an advanced degree for the job.  Sometimes you just need to be able to smile.  And read.

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A weird walk in the park

Katie 1833 Katie’s as wound up as a spring lately.  Too many rainy days, or days when I’ve got to work, or both.  We haven’t been to the park in a long time, no doggy school, no long walks anywhere.  She’s out of control with energy.  So today, given I’m not working and it’s not raining, we went to a park.

She was off and running as soon as her little feet hit the ground.  We were in a park that has softball fields, soccer fields, a water playground and picnic areas.  Of course we had to explore all of it, which was easy as there had been a cross country race earlier, and the white line on the ground used by the cross country team went by all the interesting places.  I’d just say; KATIE!  Walk the line and she’d run down the white line.  Well.  Sometimes.  Once she chased the shadow of a hawk that was soaring overhead.  Silly girl.

We were exploring all the nooks and crannies of the park when she came across this big piece of ash.  Katie 1834 I read in the paper yesterday that there was a big house fire nearby, and this ash was from that fire.  Once I noticed the first piece I noticed a lot of other pieces of ash on the pristine ball fields.  It made me sad, as it represented the loss of someone’s home and probably all their belongings as well.

Along the way we came to a big sledding hill.  Hmm…I thought, being my father’s daughter, I wonder what you can see from up there?  Well, Katie wasn’t interested in the least to climb up that hill after walking all over the park!  She looked at me as if to say:   That hill?  Not going up there Mom.  Katie 1835

And then she laid down to make her point.   I guess I’ll have to climb the hill another time, probably by myself.

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I loaded her up in the car and we went exploring, to see if we could find the house that had burned down.  It wasn’t far away, and this is what is left.

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I bought the paper, and found a picture of it taken while it was burning.  It looked like a nice house.  I’m feeling so sorry for the family that lived there.  Lukily no one was home when it burned.  Still…

Trees 1102 Pulling into our subdivision after our adventures we saw a whole big flock of young turkeys along the side of the road.  There were 8 or 9 of them.  Can you see them in this picture?

Katie and I are thanking our lucky stars this afternoon after our weird walk…she’s off to take a nap and I think I’ll mow the grass and think some more about how lucky I am to have her and a house and a family.  All safe and sound.

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