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SUNRISE AT DEATH VALLEY-Photo by Tom Cochrun
Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

OUTRAGE & IS THERE A CAT SHRINK IN THE HOUSE?

"OUTRAGEOUS?"
YES!
     I add to the chorus who say a decision by an Israeli judge is outrageous.  
     Judge Oded Gershon cleared the Israeli Military in an incident where an IDF (Israeli Defense Forces) bulldozer  drove over an unarmed 23 year old American woman.  
     The family of Rachel Corrie filed civil action in Haifa to overturn an IDF investigation that found the bulldozer operator, an army member, did nothing wrong when he crushed the American non-violent activist who was a pro Palesntian demonstrator in 2003.  The IDF said the driver didn't see the woman.  She was wearing an orange vest and speaking into a bullhorn.
     Corrie's parents, from Olympia Washington, say they are 
"deeply saddened" by the decision and will appeal.
DAY FILE
For Cat Lovers
Just Add Joy
      This goofy little gal, Joy, is a new arrival here on the ridge.
      She is adopted from HART (Homeless Animal Rescue Team) in Cambria and comes with a great verbosity and
curiosity.

      Joy also seems tireless.
    There are some "howevers."  As she begins to integrate with Luke and Hemingway, we see the emergence of social and/or personality issues in the pack.
     Hemingway, lovable goofball that he is, was the first to adapt. He is such an affectionate cat that we expected a good bonding.
    But whether it is fatigue from playing, or something else, he has become a little more inclined to withdraw, something he rarely did.  He was always underfoot, trying for a lap or asking for attention.  Now, and I am projecting here, clearly, he seems to have a bit of a "aren't I good enough?" attitude.
   Our ocelot/cheetah/leopard-like Luke has been very cool.
When in the garage at night, he retreats to a cave like spot in a corner, under a table.
     He does not seem pleased by a little sister at all.  She has some "tiger" in her as well and that could be part of it.  Luke is a runner, climber, solitary hunter cat anyway, but never so stand offish.
    He is still affectionate and loves his back rubbed, but less so when Joy is around.  He also has taken to "resting" away from our decks.  Usually he is ready for dinner and entry into the garage cat condo at early evening.  The second night Joy was here, he stayed away, running thru fields and didn't come in until after 11PM-dangerous here with so many coyotes, bob cats and cougars.  

   If any of you feel inclined to practice Cat Psychology, please do so.  Our assumption is that with a little time Luke will realize he is the Alpha and has nothing to fear from little sis and will get used to sharing the facilities with one more.  
   Hemingway seems to be adapting to having a new playmate.  We adopted Joy, in large part because he seemed so lonely.  Luke is off hunting and stalking most of the day and our dear old Nesta is gone. Like us, Hemingway really seems to miss Nesta.  They were napping companions and slept near each other.
   Nesta was failing for the last several months.  At almost 18, we knew it was only a matter of time.  One morning she left the garage when they were let out.  She never returned.  We assume she simply went off to die.
    Nesta was a unique old gal-a Pantera as a Uzbekistan friend called her.  She and her sister, who was killed by a raccoon in Indiana, were beautiful cats from the Russian blue grey line.  She made the continent crossing with us and adapted well to retired life in California.  When her daughter Ziggy died, Nesta went into a real funk.  We adopted Luke and then Hemingway and their companionship brought life and zest back to her.  For a year they were mates.
NESTA
1995-2012

See you down the trail.

Friday, November 18, 2011

IN THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON

BREATHING DEMOCRACY
LIVING A REPUBLIC
One of the great joys, and thus a reason for
gratitude in this season of thanks, is the 
vitality of conversation and political engagement
at Lilly's, one of the world's most unique coffee shops.
On any day you will see animated cliques of 
conversation as various knots of people gather on the deck.
Actually it is a kind of porch, partially under roof, set
amidst a trellis and arbor like construct that works
only in our mediterranean style climate.
The charm of the place is not the story.
It is the people and the earnestness of
the conversations.  There are conservatives, liberals, libertarians and critics. Musicians,
artists, writers, free thinkers, business people
and educators also abound and everyone
comes with a life of experience. So,
as you might imagine, the conversations
are vivid, eclectic, sometimes loud,
and always completely switched on.
I love it.  By nature, and training,
I want to hear all sides, so just listening is a joy.
It reminds me of an assignment in Brazil years ago.
It was just after the military dictatorship ceded control
to the first elected government in 20 some years.
The place was intoxicated with ideas of democracy
and republic.  Newspapers and radio stations that had
been shut down and boarded by the dictatorship
were opening again.  The cafes and bars were alive
with conversation.  Brazilians were quoting
Jefferson, Madison and American principals.  It
was a heady time.
We are lucky to have a little of that every day at Lilly's.
Thanks.

UPDATE FROM BOB
Here's the latest from my friend and former colleague
Bob Foster.
It's all good. My prayer has been that God would show the doctors what He wanted them to do. He has. Loudly. Clearly. 
One of the Mayo doctors consulting on my case recently attended an international symposium on CLL (chronic lymphocytic leukemia). Research conducted at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Center in Seattle, WA, proved that CLL patients, meeting certain criteria, do not need to have their bone marrow below 50% involvement to successfully transplant. 
I meet that criteria. Further heavy chemotherapy only increases the risk of an infection closing this window of opportunity. We will maintain my relatively good health with weekly, low toxicity chemo treatments until transplanting in late January 2012. We are again moving forward.

Transplant is a 50/50 proposition. There is a highly promising, post-transplant clinical trial underway at MD Anderson. That is our back-up plan. Failure is not something I dwell on, but at least we know there is a "plan B." Anyone who worked radio field production with me knows that I lived for plan B. In this case, plan A would be just fine.  

Foster
DAY BOOK
AT THE MARKET








CHEERS!
SEE YOU DOWN THE TRAIL.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

THE WEEKENDER :) UNEXPECTED BEAUTY

EXPECTATIONS

"A light heart lives long."
Shakespeare

What is it about a moment, or a person, or a place that begins to 
work on a space inside, that creates a sense of good will, in an instant?
Do you think there are times, people or locations that convey an
extra something? Perhaps a charge of good will? 
Do you think there are moments, persons or places that open 
receptors in you, in your brain or heart?
Or do you think there are times you are simply wired, receptive or preordained 
to touch or feel a special luminosity?

Where ever you find it, however you get it, whoever brings it,
celebrate joy this weekend.
Even if for only a moment.
Lighten your heart.
Share it.

FINDING JOY IN EVEN THE WORLD OF THE SELL
JOY AS AN ANTHEM
A BOLD STATEMENT
AND WITHOUT PRETENSE

Enjoy.
See you down the trail.