Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Happy Valentines Day!

Katie here.  Guess what?  Mama saw all the dogs on Facebook dressed up in Valentine garb and she got all wistful.  Cause she knows better than to dress me up in any hat or glasses or dress or anything.  I won’t stand for it!  No siree.  Unless maybe she has a crown.  I’d consider that I suppose – if it’s real gold.  With jewels.

Anyway…

I am somewhat of a camera hog.  I know when my mama gets the camera out that I should look real pretty and turn my head just so and smile.  That usually gets me a treat.  But last night when my mama brought out this heart boa I was kinda scared at first.  Then she put it on my pillow and said ‘touch!’ and I did and I got a treat!  And we did that for a little bit until I was touching it on my own, and sniffing it and pushing my face into it and mama said she thought I was ready for my closeup.

Whatever that means.

 

Glamor girl

Glamor girl

 

So what do you think?   I’m a cover girl in front of the fire on Valentines Day!  I wasn’t afraid of the boa at all!  And as soon as I heard that camera click I was up and sitting in front of my mama for my treat.  Because I know the most important part about this modeling business.

No glamor shots without pay.

Don’t you know.

 

Where's my treat mama?

Where’s my treat mama?


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WordPress Photo Challenge: New

It’s a new year…what makes it new for you?  WordPress has challenged us to look around and find something new.  For those of us in Detroit this Sunday it’s an obvious choice.  The Detroit Lions are playing football in post season, their first foray into playoff football in many years.  Since 1992 to be exact.  1992 might not seem so long ago until you remember that the senior Bush was president, and Black or White by Michael Jackson was the number one song.

Outside city offices in downtown Detroit sits a sculpture titled The Spirit of Detroit.   In the Spirit’s left hand is a gilt bronze sphere symbolizing God, and in his right hand are people representing family.  And when one of our sports teams is in the playoffs the Spirit dons a team jersey.

 

Excitement in the city.

Excitement in the city.

It’s something very new for the Detroit Lions, but this weekend The Spirit of Detroit is sporting a jersey of Hawaii blue and silver.

And while we’re on the topic of Detroit, the blue jersey may be new, but being tough sure isn’t.  Across the street from The Spirit of Detroit is another sculpture, a memorial to the boxer Joe Lewis.

 

Detroit is strong...like Joe Lewis.

Detroit is strong…like Joe Lewis.

Detroit has just come out of bankruptcy and is blossoming into a new leaner and more vibrant city.   It’s turning into the kind of city where parents take a newborn downtown to be photographed in front of an iconic sculpture.   The kind of city where people smile and wait patiently in a gentle cold sleet for their turn at photographs.  Where they know the meaning of family and toughness and patience.

It’s a new Detroit and I can’t wait to see it in this new year.

You can see other interpretations of the concept of new at the original link at the top of this post.  Or you can see a few of my favorites here, here, here and here.  Enjoy.

And… Go Lions!

 

 


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Holiday musings

Warm Christmas wishes to you!

Warm holiday wishes to you!

It seems as though I should be writing a holiday post.  I feel this odd responsibility to comment on what for most is the biggest holiday of the year.  To talk about the shopping and the cooking and the traveling and the family and, maybe most of all, the memories.

Yet I feel very still inside.  Quiet.

And though during this past holiday week bits of blogs have floated through my head, equivalent to sugar plums of old I suppose, nothing has demanded to be committed to digital paper.   Nothing has caused me to stop what I was doing and rush to the computer to get it down, to edit, find the right words, rethink the meaning, tell the story.  Oh I’ve done plenty of reading; lots of other blogs and articles about the meaning of Christmas.  I’ve gone down plenty of other people’s holiday lanes and connected with their memories which are so much like my own.

Christmas Eve I watched Andy Williams and his three brothers in a compilation of his Christmas shows on PBS and smiled a lot.  OK.  I’m old, but watching the 4 brothers sing in their outlandishly awful color coordinated outfits just made my evening.  And cooking dinner with my Aunt on Christmas Day was pretty special too.  But it was an uncharacteristically quiet holiday.

Which is not a bad thing.

I’ll leave you with one memory that might get you thinking.  I saw this idea on a Christmas special that one of the local networks did.  They were interviewing their cast and each was asked if they could go back to one specific Christmas – – which one would it be?  Think about that.  Can you pick just one?

Mine would be the Christmas of 1964.  I was eight, my brothers and sister younger and we were all upstairs that Christmas Eve having our baths before bed.   Of course we were anxiously waiting for Santa to arrive with presents, but some of us weren’t quite sure we believed.  We had hung little metal bells all along the lower branches of the Christmas tree so that we’d hear him putting packages under the tree.   If he was real.   I’m quite sure Mom and Dad were upstairs with us as well when we heard the faint tinkle of a bell downstairs.  Our eyes got big.  We wanted to run down the stairs in our footed pajamas to catch Santa in the act.  Then again, we knew if we did that he’d never visit us again.  So we didn’t.  We stayed upstairs and climbed into our warm beds and smiled from ear to ear.  Because that year we knew that Santa was very real.

That’s my special Christmas memory.  Special because we were all young and innocent, even Mom and Dad; we were warm and happy and excited and most importantly, we were all together. What’s your special Christmas memory?  I’d like to hear about it.  Sharing makes the memories permanent, and all good memories deserve to be shared.

I hope all of you had the perfect holiday, whatever that means to you and your family.  And I wish for you an extraordinary 2015.

Happy New Year!

The only snow we have is fake!

The only snow we have is fake!


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Sunday afternoon surprise adventure

Katie here!  Hey, bet you didn’t expect to hear from me again so soon!  My mama doesn’t let me have her blog very often you know, but since it’s Christmas and all I guess she’s feeling generous.  Or she doesn’t have anything to say.  Either way it works for me!

In the Arboretum.

In the Arboretum.

So she was lying around the house all weekend.  I was plenty bored but after awhile I just gave up and went off to sleep in my secret places.  But then she turned off the TV and said: “Katie-girl!  Where are you?”  And of course I came running because whenever my mama calls me I get right to her as fast as I can in case she’s handing out treats and such.  Well this time she was still on the sofa and she asked me if I’d like to go for a ride with her.  A ride!  Well OF COURSE MAMA!   I jumped right on top of her and licked her in the face and then I barked and barked and barked and then I jumped off of her and ran to the door and I barked and barked and barked and then I ran around the sofa a bunch, and then around her feet while she was trying to walk and I kept barking.

I guess you get the picture.

 

Grandpa & Grandma's rock

Grandpa & Grandma’s rock

So anyway, my mama took me down to see her Mom and Dad’s rock on the banks of the Huron River.  She’s been missing them lately, what with all the family movies and advertisements and stuff on TV, so she took me for a visit.

I never got to meet them.

I never got to meet them.

I wasn’t the least bit interested in the river or the ducks that she said were “right there baby!”

Ducks are boring!

Ducks are boring!

I was much more interested in the other people and their dogs.   We only stayed at the rock for a moment or two and then we went walking in the hills.  It sure was pretty back there.  I guess they got a little snow, but mostly it was just wet leaves.

A little bit of snow.

A little bit of snow.

As we were climbing up and down the hills my mama kept saying “Easy, easy girl” so I wouldn’t pull her and her camera down into the mud.  Silly mama.  Like I’d ever do that.  When I didn’t have her hanging on to me I was as nimble as a mountain goat!

Running down a hill.

Running down a hill.

We had a really good time.  We talked to a couple of people who were out walking their dogs.  One lady in particular had a dog named Gus and we walked with them for awhile.  The lady was talking to mama about camping with Gus.  Mama wishes she had gotten the lady’s name, she says she thinks we could have had a good time going on walks with them again.

Lots of good sniffing!

Lots of good sniffing!

I slept all the way home, but don’t tell my mama that.  I like her to think I’m always vigilant.

Don’t you know.

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WordPress Photo challenge – yellow

I know.  Yellow??

The point of the original post was that we are surrounded with holiday colors this time of year, blue and silver, red and green.  But does yellow have a special meaning for anyone this holiday season?

Turns out it does for me.

 

Sandy's favorite color

Sandy’s favorite color

 

This time the photo challenge isn’t about finding an interesting representation or a stunning photograph.  This time it’s just about friendship and nostalgic memories.

And jingle bell socks.

You see there once was a woman here at work who loved the holidays so much that as Christmas approached she wore socks with jingle bells sewn into them.   We all smiled as we heard her coming and going.   I wrote about her last winter when she died after a short illness; how she was everyone’s ‘work mom,’ confidant, advice giver, listener.  How we were going to miss her.

Her favorite color was yellow, and everyone at her funeral wore yellow ribbons in her honor.  I pinned it to the dusty dirty wall of my cubicle last February and look at it every day.  I can still hear her voice and her laugh in my head,  and I hope I will always be able to bring her to mind and smile.

I’ve been thinking about her a lot these past few weeks as the holidays descend, as work stays crazy and home life gets crazier.  And once in awhile when I hear the faint jingle of a bell I’m pretty sure it’s her checking in on us.

If you see me walking around grinning it’s because she’s still with me whenever I see the color yellow this holiday season.

So….how you doing girlfriend?  We miss you.

Merry Christmas up there in heaven.

 

 


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We are here, we are here, we are HERE!

Revision note 12/10, 5:30 a.m.:  Sadly Congress passed the Appropriations Bill last night while I slept.  Complete with Senator Collins’ language to roll back truck safety.  Read below and you’ll understand some of what the American people lost.  It’s devastating.

How many of you remember the story by Dr. Seuss titled Horton Hears a Who?  It’s the story of a whole world of people living on a spec of dust who must make a glorious and loud noise to prove their existence.  That’s how I feel right now as those of us associated by tragedy to the Truck Safety Coalition fight to remove an amendment to the Appropriations Bill that will increase the allowable hours a professional driver can drive each week from 70 to 82 hours.  The Appropriations Bill has to come up for a vote in the next couple of days and if the language is still included when that happens much of the work we’ve done over the past several years to require professional drivers to get adequate rest will be lost.

We are desperately trying to make enough noise to be heard.

I’ll try to keep this brief as I know during the holidays no one wants to spend a lot of time reading and thinking about things as serious as death and injury.  As wrenching as grief.  And most of your know my family’s story; dad was killed by a tired trucker on December 23, 2004.  In two weeks it will be ten years.  For nine of those years we’ve been fighting the battle, trying to get a safer Hours of Service Rule issued by the Department of Transportation.  Finally, last year the new rule was mandated. It wasn’t everything we wanted. We wanted the maximum daily number of hours that a driver could drive to be reduced from 11 back to 10, and we lost that fight. But at least the new rule required drivers who had maxed out their weekly allowable hours of work to rest for two consecutive nights.  The two nights of rest piece wasn’t just pulled out of a hat.  There’s all sorts of scientific evidence that the human body needs certain kinds of rest in order to be fully functional, and two nights in a row helps to maintain the body’s rhythm.

As soon as the rule came out the American Trucking Associations attacked.  And they helped Senator Collins from Maine to write the Collins amendment which would repeal this mandated two nights of rest.   It’s basically the only step forward we’ve made in years of fighting, and this amendment would put us back to square one.  It allows shippers and supervisors to once again push a driver to work up to 82 hours every week.  That’s twice as many hours as you and I, or most Americans, work.  And truck drivers don’t get paid overtime.

A recent poll showed that the majority of the American public is  opposed to increasing truck driver hours.  They know about the dangers of fatigued driving.  The opposition to the legislative efforts to increase the allowable hours is across all demographic and political groups.  If the majority of people oppose increased driving hours, then why is Congress so set on letting the two nights of rest be repealed?

Because the ATA financially supports their political campaigns.

And that’s why we absolutely need to make a louder noise.  Right now.  We need every Senator contacted tomorrow and again the next day if the vote on the Appropriations Bill hasn’t occurred.   We need every Senator to know that we oppose the Collins Amendment being included in the bill.  The Collins Amendment has nothing to do with appropriations and it has never been debated on the Senate floor.  It was worked out in a closed door committee meeting and slipped into the bill as if it was a done deal.

Well it’s not done.  Not yet anyway.

Please call your two Senators.  Tell them you are against the Collins Amendment being in the bill.  Tell them you want our roads to be safer and you expect them to stand up for safety rather than  cave to expensive truck lobbyists who’s agenda is profit over safety.  You can find your Senator’s phone #’s here.     And if you’d like to read more, go to the Truck Safety Coalition website, or directly to a letter from two Senators who oppose the amendment.  If you’d like to know more about Senator Collin’s motivation, read Joan Claybrook’s statement.  

Please help.

This didn’t turn out to be the short, poetic heart-tugging blog I intended.  But it’s so important and there’s no short way to explain what’s happening in Washington DC right this very moment.  I can’t explain the politics of it any more than I can fully explain the grief of losing a family member suddenly, tragically, needlessly.

Please don’t think of this as my issue, my problem.  The safety of our roads is everyone’s issue, everyone’s problem.  It’s only by all of us banding together and making that glorious, loud noise that we will be noticed.  Please help me make that noise.  Make that noise as early as you can tomorrow.  The Senate offices open at 9 a.m.  Let’s make those phone lines sing.  You can call later in the day too.  Just please call.

The roads don’t belong to the ATA.  They belong to all of us.  And we deserve to garner as much attention as a paid lobbyist.  We deserve to get more attention.  We’re the ones that voted these Senators into their offices and they should be paying attention to us. We are here.  We are here.  We are HERE!    Say it with me now.   WE ARE HERE!   And Senator Collins – we are not going away.

Thank you for your support. I miss you Dad. Braun and Badger 107


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WordPress photo challenge: Converge

Converge – where different things come together and this week’s photo challenge.  I was visiting my brother’s home during the Thanksgiving weekend and climbed up into his loft.

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And there I saw the convergence of inside and outside, light and dark in the angled windows of his home on the lake.

You can see other version of converge at the original link.  Or see a few of my favorites here, here and here.

 

What do you see converging around you?  Share with us…you have an entire week to find something perfect.


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FedEx and all of us

Photo credit Wyoming Tribune Eagle

Photo credit Wyoming Tribune Eagle

In Wyoming last Saturday three innocent people died when a FedEx truck crossed the median and hit their minivan.    While the initial story indicated two people in the van died, a subsequent article, which describes those killed as involved in their community, shared the sad news that a third person, the son of the woman, died as well.

Does this sound familiar?

I bet most of us have forgotten all about the crash last spring in California where a FedEx truck crossed the median and hit a tour bus filled with college students.  At least ten were killed including both drivers.  The NTSB still hasn’t issued a report telling us what caused that crash, though they shared a report earlier on the sequence of events.  And at the time there were lots of heartbreaking stories about the individuals who were killed and injured and how they and their families were coping.  When ten people are killed in a senseless crash in California it’s a big story. But still, we all forget as soon as the next big story comes along.

It’s inevitable.

Internet photo by Lockett

Internet photo by  Jeremy Lockett

So when only three people die in a remote state like Wyoming there’s little press.  Not so much national coverage.  It’s not headline news.  And when one person dies here, another one there, over time and across 50 states, no one notices at all.

Except those of us that have been there.

And when it’s the same company that has killed innocents we sit up and take extra notice.  FedEx warrants some of our attention, some research.  I know people will say that it’s early and we don’t know the cause of this latest crash in Wyoming.  That we shouldn’t jump to conclusions.  But it has been proven that a driver involved in one crash, regardless of fault, has a bigger probability of being involved in another.  Logically that is because a person involved in a crash, even one not their fault, may be a less observant driver, perhaps not as defensive, as someone paying more attention who might have been able to avert disaster given the same circumstances.   I can extrapolate on this theory to assume that a company that has been involved in one fatal crash has a larger probability of being involved in another fatal crash, perhaps due to the culture of the organization.

What’s the culture at FedEx?

I’m not the only one wondering what’s going on.  Turns out others are investigating their safety record.  And included in the article are some numbers from the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration comparing FedEx and other carriers.  Notice the 3.8 crashes per 100 drivers for FedEx compared to 1.74 crashes per 100 drivers for UPS.  Makes you wonder doesn’t it.  And don’t you doubly wonder when you realize that FedEx is one of the large shippers lobbying hard to get longer and heavier trucks approved to travel on all our roads?

The holiday season is upon us.  More and more packages will be shipped and companies like FedEx will be busier and under more stress to get your baubles and gifts shipped faster then ever.  We all leave holiday shopping to the last minute.  We all want instant gratification.  We all want that next day delivery.  And so we all contribute to the culture of pushing drivers to go faster and further just to make our dreams come true.

Let’s just stop.

Let’s shop locally.  And early.  Or send gift cards from your family’s favorite local store.  Let’s not demand instant delivery.  Let’s spend more time with our families and less time shopping.  And while we’re doing that let’s remember the families and survivors of the crashes in California and Wyoming, and all the other crash victims we haven’t even heard about.  Let’s remember that they are going to face their first holidays in what is their new normal.  Let’s be thankful for what we have while we remember those we’ve lost.  Let’s never stop working toward fixing this problem, investigating those responsible, and supporting those hurting.  Let’s not forget.  Ever.

And maybe, just maybe, let’s not use FedEx until they can understand that profit over safety is unsustainable.

 

 


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A simple thank you

Great Lakes National Cemetary

Great Lakes National Cemetery

Today was Veterans Day; the eleventh day of the eleventh month and designated by President Wilson in 1919 as a day to honor those who have given so much so that we here in the United States remain free.

It was a day for all of us to say thank you to those who have served our country in the military.

Flowers amid the stones.

Flowers amid the stones.

Over hills and across farmland, not far from where I live, is the Great Lakes National Cemetery.  It sits on over 500 acres, was opened in 2005 and is the final resting place for thousands, and someday hundreds of thousands, of veterans and their spouses.  The numbers, even now, are staggering and very visual as you look across row after row of white marble headstones.  You can become lost in the vastness of it.

Thousands of souls.

Thousands of souls.

Or you can stop and wander, read a few of the names and messages found there.

Wandering and reading.

Wandering and reading.

Each stone honors an individual, a veteran yes, but also a person.  A person that had a life outside the military, someone who laughed with family, hung out with friends, traveled, went fishing.

Sometimes the story on the headstone is simple.

Pearl Harbor survivor.

Pearl Harbor survivor.

And sometimes it gives you just a tiny glimpse of the person who once walked this earth.

Animal lover.

Animal lover.

So many of the stones reminds you how short life can be.  How short it was for so many.

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While we were out there we had something of a flyover.  Five sand hill cranes flew in formation directly overhead, crying their own version of a patriotic melody.

In formation.

In formation.

It seemed fitting.

Today was Veterans Day.  But really, shouldn’t we honor those who serve our country every day?  Tomorrow, the day after Veterans Day, take a moment and thank a veteran.  Smile at them.  Shake their hand.  Buy them a cup of coffee.

This WW II veteran understood the truth.

This WW II veteran understood the truth.

Make someone’s day.  And yours.

Let's not forget.

Let’s not forget.

Just say thank you.

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