SUENOSDEUOMI'S RUMINATIONS AND PERSPECTIVE
1 Year Anniversary!
Pancho and Lizzie
Today, September 7th, the Schnauzer pups are 1 year old.
Yesterday, up on the mountain, a coyote was in hot pursuit
probably of Lizzie, the smallest and slowest of the pack.
Eric managed to return his Schnauzers safe inside his car.
The coyote had followed them,
while the Schnauzers stayed blissfully unaware
of the danger they had just survived.
Pancho and Lizzie
Los Banditos
The Gang: Flashy, Lizzie, Vasco, Isabella, Sumo, Pancho - Ellie is amiss.
Vasco, the patriarch of the Schnauzers, the Daddy, suffered a knee injury, a torn Meniscus, maybe worse, before he got rescued by Eric. Recently he started to limp and received Prolotherapy. Only 2 weeks later the wiggle in Vasco's knee came down from 34% to 15%, impressive! Soon those two athletes will be back to running their 12 miles, usually every other day. It has been hard on both.
But for a little while longer Eric will carry Vasco up and down hills and restrict Vasco's activity to short walks on lead
to which high energy Vasco adjusted surprisingly well.
Isabella will allow the puppies only so much play with Sumo
before she asserts her claim on her boy-toy.
The Terrible Terriers take over the God Park.
There is power in numbers, watch out!
Los Banditos
Isabella, Vasco, Pancho, Ellie, Sumo
Upon return from the God Park
Isabella and Vasco, the Patriarch
Pretty Lizzie-Girl, Princess of the Gang
7 Terriers in 1 Car with 1 Guy
Land of Enchantment
Vista from an almost ordinary Spring morning,
as I walked my Isabella-girl
while the other 6 pups ran along side Eric the bicyclist,
for 12 miles!
My Friend Ruri
Minors still, she was only 16, we drowned in each others eyes. Stoic Asian features masked her lust for love and life. Together we sat in silence, learned and laughed. My Tai chi teacher opened closed doors for her. The sitar/tabla player coveted her as a student, maybe more. Zen Master Deshimaru engaged her in easy conversation in their native tongue. Her charm and talents were abundant and obvious to all. Her soul was like a deep bottomless well. Her spirit soared. Lord Krishna adorned the walls of her childhood bedroom. At a tenuous threshold, no longer child - not yet woman. Psychic, her nightmares foretold her drowning, still a minor at the tender age of only 19.
M
the writing on the wall, or rather in my hand
the markings in my palm
signs of spinsterhood
lacking for those major lines
(heart, mind, moon and life)
to merge and form a proper figure M
condemned to no Marriage
but prissy repression
?
M
Mysterious, Mystical, Magical, Macabre
M
Mysterious, Mystical, Magical, Macabre
better keep a sense of humor
Palmistry
As Above So Below
Please Vote For Me!
Mister Fix-it Guy Extraordinaire in the closet and in the process of putting on a new belt on my by now almost 25 year old appliance. January 6th 2008, Joel Berg of Best Way Appliance Repair came to the rescue, exactly on time as promised, with a big smile, a philosophical attitude and free, unasked for advise about life to boot. His procedure has kept my machine running so far for another 44 months, but for how much longer, at what cost?
Please note that even back in the eighties I chose an energy efficient front loading washer and dryer. Of course these days machines use a lot less water and electricity which in itself is reason enough for replacement. I do not mind the loss of the original handle or the loss of one of the knobs on the dryer, as the occasional use is done in one setting. Neither do I mind terribly the timer's refusal to keep track automatically. What I do mind is the rattle and roll, the rumble and grumble, a machine that declares loud and clear it had about enough, is about to quit, or worse take off. The noise wrecks havoc with our (3 furry ones are to be considered) nervous systems. Forget about following the news during a spin cycle.
I also do mind the soap water leaks when filled not even full. It may be time for a replacement of this most appreciated of all equipments, my washer. (A dryer I can do without, as the sun will do just fine most often.) I do remember my mom who washed her sheets by hand in steaming copper cauldrons in the basement, probably heated with coal - laborious, hard work. I bless my good fortune of having escaped a fate of strenuous manual labor. Washers along with bikes are the best of inventions. Refrigerators come in a close third I say. While dishwashers on the other hand are a waste of precious space. What do you think?
So here is MY PLEA TO YOU: Please VOTE FOR ME here!
So here is MY PLEA TO YOU: Please VOTE FOR ME here!
Joel Berg's Motto
Never let defeat cloud your mind,
but be certain of a successful outcome.
suenosdeuomi
Voila my new website to serve as an on-line hub for my various activities. I am rather proud of having managed to create what surely is a work in progress, especially considering my lack of technical expertise, including general impatience with all things (not people) that dare not conform to my expectations.
Please visit and leave your mark.
Debt & Deficit Ceiling
... "the American people have consistently stated, in poll after poll, that they want wealthy individuals and large corporations to pay their fair share of taxes. They also want bedrock social programs like Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid to be protected." Sen. Bernie Sanders
Bonnie & Verne
- July 19th 2011
Almost 90 years old, Verne passed peacefully
if unexpectedly in his sleep,
on their recently acquired Tempurpedic mattress,
it took years to convince them to treat themselves to.
Their last exchange was "I love you."
Happily married for over 60 years, since 1950,
Verne would go wherever Bonnie would go.
Real partners in life they looked out for each other.
At the ripe age of 82, both, they decided to design
and to build a new green, solar home, closer to downtown.
Bonnie would water her plants with rain water.
Shovel snow in the winter
and then wonder why she ached.
They took their brand new bed frame in to the living room
where Bonnie simply sawed off those legs to proper height.
Mind you most in their eighties barely move, much less saw!
They got around in Prius,
but to drive when one might walk
was not part of their equation.
Why waste precious gas and money?
Rather use the ski poles to hike up a steep trail
to the dog park and gorgeous views, right behind their home.
Here an exhausted Bonnie had just brought home Tia-Maria,
rescued from the shelter, a 4 hour ordeal, only 2 years ago.
Tia was 1 of 50 dogs
found in horrid conditions inside a hoarder's home.
found in horrid conditions inside a hoarder's home.
Surprisingly, Tia-Maria has excellent social skills.
They bonded quickly,
despite a belief of being 'big-dog-folks'.
Today, Bonnie and Tia-Maria will board a plane
to live closer to family,
They are so blessed to have each other now.
I miss them already terribly.
I adored the couple,
but I trust that Bonnie has good years still ahead of her.
Bonnie's independent spirit will survive
and I sure hope thrive.
Time
Wagogo in concert for free on the plaza
brought out knotty kneed, vein popping
baby boomers with their brood.
What happened?
What happened?
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Time did not stand still.
Time
Once again that time of year
when taking on the care of another Orchid
becomes an imperative,
a ritual of recent years,
to celebrate the passing of time
and honor life.
Comfort
During my 3 months stay,
as much on the side of my ailing Dad's bed as I could bear,
I found great comfort in living only minutes on foot,
from this gorgeous, crystal clear lake
with an awesome 180 degree view
to glaciers in the far distance.
This picturesque home was situated along the lake and path,
easily reached by bike and near my favorite spot
to bath among the swans and ducks.
Up hill, an organic farm offered delicious honey ice cream
and real strawberries picked only hours prior,
red, ripe and ready to relish.
Pfaeffiker See, Zuerich, Switzerland, 2005
Pappi
4.26.1923 - 7.12.2005, 6:15 p.m.
My Dad in his late teens I believe.
As a school age girl I kept this photo in my purse.
A happy moment.
A final peaceful passing,
I was honored to attend.
Santa Fe International Folk Art Market
Omani Beauties led the opening procession of the 2011 International Folk Art Market. Simple wooden blocks were banged in rhythm, Frankincense dispersed a lovely fragrance and so started the largest Folk Art Market, some say in the world, which brought 132 artists from 49 countries together for another record breaking success.
This Omani beauty looked kindly down on my pups. These ladies perform, sing, play music, tattoo bodies and last year offered their brand of coffee with date paste - for free.
I love the smile on this Omani patriarch. Everyone was happy and seemed to feel festive and ready for business. Record sales numbers might get close to half a million dollars of goods sold!
This dude wore cool shades, obviously no country pumpkin.
While the prices on goods could be stiff, as much as $5,500 for one piece of fabric, which placed such surely above the average local working stiff, collectors and gallery owners scooped up the best at the $125 entry fee preview prior to the event proper. The average artist takes about $16,000 back to the community or cooperative.
Our own Akeem Ayanbisi Ayanniyi, Nigerian master of the talking drum is part of a larger local Nigerian and West African community. Obviously he looks ecstatic, I assume at the prospect of sales of drums, performing, teaching and not least meeting up with friends and partying all weekend long.
The opening night brought my very favorite band from the bay area, the West African Highlife Band, right to the park in my 'hood, where those seasoned musicians got those bodies moving, no matter where they had come from, how tired they might have been. This band knew how to play an infectious, irresistible rhythm, they put on a great show. What a way to welcome those 132 artists.
I love parties that are enjoyed by all ages and different cultures. After all we are all human. Those kids had a ball and so did I. No doubt the 10,000 visitors enjoyed their experiences. I already look forward to next year's event.
Tidbits: Wet Blankets, Hope & Happiness
Due to the cool and moist comfort of a wet blanket, or rather a pretty silk cloth draped over me, I slept several hours in a row, a first in a while due to the discomfort of intense smoke inside my home, especially late nights and early mornings. Earlier I had been told how folks in Kansas, where temperatures can soar (no wonder Alice took off to Wonderland) coped: They hung wet linens in their doors and laid out wet blankets on the ground to sleep on. For me the moisture lasted about an hour and a half, but the coolness stayed on longer. Pulling the wet cloth over my face I actually was able breath! Why were we not told a month ago?
I also discovered that mist from a water bottle sprayed toward a fan will redirect delicious moisture all over me if I place my body right in front of it. But for some reason around midnight the smoke gets so intense, the particles will hit my eyes and skin and the fanned air no longer offers any relief. I am starting to wonder if smoke seeps in through cracks, maybe vents or why this is possible with all doors and windows closed for hours?
Meanwhile there is hope! I had almost given up, but today I witnessed one woman right at the check out counter near mine at Trader Joe's explode in to happiness because she had become the winner of the week. I am sure you know what the winning is about? It is to reward us green shoppers for bringing along our bags and/or baskets so as to assure that we have no need for brand new grocery bags, especially those made from live, precious trees. I had suspiscions that their game was a gimmick, a ruse, to keep those addicts hooked on excitement and gambling coming back to improve their chances of winnng. But I am happy to report that there are winners out there in this world of our.
It so happened that I read recently of studies that have shown monkeys at their happiest in the anticipation of something good coming their way. Their oxytocin levels were highest in expectation of their reward. Hard to believe when I watch my Isabell-girl, now a days as a grown adult dog that no longer shows any excitement about going out, because she has learned from experience that it takes me a good long while to get ready for real. I may wear my shoes, my hat, hold lead in hand, but she knows better then to expect that out the door we go. There are keys and money and shopping bags and sunscreen and decisions to wear a hat or not and on and on it goes. My Isabella is a smart girl.
Personally, as a toddler I never liked dwelling in the anticipation of my mother's return. Instead of finding it stimulating and exciting, I found it deadening. Nevertheless, scientists tell us to create anticipation in our pets if we want their levels of happiness to go up. Since life seems to run in circles infusing pets with happiness surely ads to our own I can attest to such with each walk at the dog park.
Silver Lining
Is there a silver lining?
What good may come from those terrible fires?
For over one whole month the fires have devastated glorious open lands of the Southwest, including one of New Mexico's most sacred American Indian outdoor museums, Bandelier National Park. The nearby Santa Clara Pueblo, known for it's tradition in exquisite pottery, lost homes and experienced truly devastating damage to it's watershed. To date the Conchas fire has grown to 136,955 acres, currently contained 40%. We must all be grateful to those that put their lives on the line to fight those fires for the good of us all. I can not imagine the hell of such intense heat and smoke at the fire's edge. It is bad at a distance of 60 miles. I dare not complain about my inability to sleep, night after night, due to the thickness of smoke, the dryness of the indoor air, the inability to air out and cool down.
This too shall pass, the land will reseed some, monsoon rains in the forecast will dampen the fires, maybe as soon as this upcoming weekend.
Liars, all too human.
Liars have been dominating the news. Only yesterday Casey Anthony managed to sway the jury in her favor, despite the many lies she seemed to have fabricated out of thin air, and so surprised the US and likely herself with a not-guilty verdict. Last week we got Dominque Strauss-Kahn's accuser, Nafissatou Diallo, wholly unrelated to her current accusation of attempted rape, told dramatic tales of supposed prior sexual abuse and genital mutilation revealed to exist only to secure herself a visa in to the US. While Weiner a supposedly mature, aggressive and ambitious politician with a currently pregnant, high powered wife, aid to Hillary Clinton, tried to blame hacking for his utterly embarrassing sexting of photos of whats some still seem to consider an enviable package. And then the not to be yet forgotten Governator, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and revelations of his supposed love-child with the saucy housekeeper, conceived under the nose of his wife, Maria Shriver, both women impregnated close to the same time. I never understood why the media labeled this child as a love-child? Did the media attempt to make us believe that Arny was in love with the maid and wanted the child? In this context of course we are reminded of Clinton and his insistence "I did not have sex with that woman." that resulted in debates world wide of what was to be considered sex and what not.
Personally with a Catholic god looking from above over me, every minute of every day, and a mom that was the closest to god to my mind, lying just was not ever an option. I do not lie to peoples faces, not because of my higher moral standing, but simply because I am afraid we all are in the know, sometimes later then sooner, but we all are connected and ideas of separation are illusory.
With this said, I believe it is part of human nature to lie when it serves an advantage, this especially so as it concerns survival, money and power. We would be very naive not to expect the telling of lies to dominate immigration forms. In fact lies have been told where the truth would have served the immigration applicant better. It is known that successful stories that permitted legal stay to an asylum applicant were repeated even in cases where their true stories would have been a lot more compelling.
A man's sex life is his and his partner's business, not the public's. Now why do we have so many polticians behaving badly? Is it a sense of entitlement and invincible sense of power along the line of Clinton's "I did it, because I could"? Is it a man's natural tendency to resort to sex when he can, when others less empowered or charismatic might resort to drugs and alcohol or tuning out say with tv? Certainly the charismatic rich and famous have the options and plenty of opportunities to engage in extracurricular sexual activity. If monogamy was not a moral prerogative, those activities would be nothing to write home about, much less dominate the headlines.
Odd kinda, that a man in his sixties like a DSK is known to chase skirts of women half his age and less, while we do have a hard time imagining someone like Hilary Clinton, Margaret Thatcher even Nancy Pelosi doing similar. What is it about guys that lets them violate the trust their mates placed in them, such as Weiner's wife, that let her self impregnate by a man with a roving eye and wild appetite for a variety of women. Ready to start a new life and a new family, married only last year, she is now on leave of absence from her job and her hubby. We women can easily imagine the depth of her grief and the anguish she must be feeling. Will she go for divorce like Maria Shriever decided?
While many feminists took it hard that Hilary Clinton stayed by her man, I never had a desire to dictate to another woman the choice of divorce. In Maria Shriver's case I find myself glad to hear of her decision, hard no doubt to make for any devout Catholic. In Hilary Clinton's case it is not hard to see how her husband the former President of the US may still be the most interesting man to her to have a conversation with. That does speak volumes.
Bach to lies. Maybe we should not make such a federal case out of the discoveries of lies. Maybe we should expect lies more and stop holding especially those in the limelight to impossible moral standards. Maybe we should judge politicians by their political performance and values, not their personal transgressions, especially when they are not of a criminal nature. Which also means that maybe we ought to decriminalize such things as the personal use of Marijuana along with the use of adult prostitutes (but persecute to the fullest extent those that molest minors.) And as in the case of DSK afford even liars the right to fair trials.
Men seem to think that DSK was set up, something like out of a political thriller, maybe so. But the woman complainant sustained vaginal bruises and torn ligaments in her shoulder, not likely self-inflicted, injuries compatible with excess force. Attempted rape of course is not about sex, but power. Inflicting pain on a woman, even if she is liar is wrong. Rape victims throughout the ages have had to endure personal attacks usually won by those in power. Would we have a justice system that served above and beyond those with or without social means and standing. But as we have seen with O.J. Simpson that is not so, not then and not now. Those with means can buy those to gather sufficient cause to doubt to evade conviction.
As regards the cases of DSK and Casey Anthony we are reminded that we should not try such cases in the media. We are long passed the stone age. We are not to judge and especially we are not to condemn another with the little bit of public knowledge we may likely base our assumptions on. Those modern public stonings have to stop! Remember all the Dalai Lama's credo: My religon is kindness or Jesus who told those without sin to cast the first stone.
We should always wonder and try and fill another's shoe, but not jump to conclusions and not condemn. Instead mine the human field of psychology, the mysterious mechanics of the mind. We are all human, we are fallible and the higher we soar the deeper we may fall.
Too Cocky For His Own Good?
Surprise, Sumo-boy, a 14 pound Yorkie/Poodle/Maltese mix just told a huge Irish Deerhound off!
We were at the plaza when Isabella-girl spotted a dog park regular and strained towards Liam, the Deerhound, excitedly wagging her bottom. I have been concerned about my girl and her sudden temper, now I believe evoked due to a maybe long standing pain in her hip that may have made her feel more vulnerable and defensive. Since I recognized the symptom and treated her accordingly (diet, supplements and lack of exertion) she is almost back to her former sweet and social self. So I was pleased to watch her rump swipe side to side. She had always shown a liking in this Deerhound.
But as things go this hound likes little ones and tended to ignore Isabella's advances in favor of the pursuit of Sumo. Liam would try and lumber over my little guy, not let up, even when Sumo gave no signs of encouragement, or reciprocal interest, but kept following his own nose. What is it about those large dogs that seem to take such a liking in tiny ones? Is it a matter of opposites that attract, or might little ones seem more easily subjected to being dominated?
Well, Sumo will have none of it, he will tell anybody off, if he is not in the mood. Size does not seem to matter to my guy. That is why sometimes I get incensed with all the comments by strangers that see only his small size, not his large spirit and associate his size with puppiedom, when in reality Sumo is a very athletic, independent, fearless, adult male hunter and explorer. So, on occasion Sumo will give a short bark to indicate I am here, don't mess with me, I am someone to be reckoned with. He demands respect and usually gets it.
As we come upon Liam the Deerhound at the plaza this evening, the hound as usual ignores Isabella's excited advances and leans forward towards Sumo. My little guy gives out a short bark and jumps up and right in to this hound's face. A whole bunch of folks happened to watch and were about to smile at the little dog's audacity. But the Deerhound had an expression of disbelief, shock. His body retreated and he started to shake and next their was blood dripping from his tongue. Oh no, Sumo bit the hound! I like to believe by accident, I am not totally sure. We were all shocked. I made Sumo sit. The hound was dragged away, I was stunned and not sure what I ought to do next?
Only upon reflecting on the incident did I realize that my pups immediately recognized Liam, the hound from the dog park even though we had not seen this dog in maybe 2-3 years. The hound was then a lumbering, a bit overbearing, giant, gorgeous puppy. Not unlike another gigantic pup, but a Wolfhound, Oscar and Liam, both then pups, could both act intimidating with their refusal to take no for an answer or for that matter follow any corrections. To the credit of the Deerhound's guardian he would always pay close attention and not let things ever go out of hand, or too far.
Only upon reflecting on the incident did I realize that my pups immediately recognized Liam, the hound from the dog park even though we had not seen this dog in maybe 2-3 years. The hound was then a lumbering, a bit overbearing, giant, gorgeous puppy. Not unlike another gigantic pup, but a Wolfhound, Oscar and Liam, both then pups, could both act intimidating with their refusal to take no for an answer or for that matter follow any corrections. To the credit of the Deerhound's guardian he would always pay close attention and not let things ever go out of hand, or too far.
Might my guy just be getting too cocky for his own good? The Dog Whisperer Cesar Milan advises us to not allow any kind of aggression in the presence of a pack leader, which would have to be me! It is very important to me to have well socialized dogs I can trust in public and take along just about anywhere.
Could this be a reflection on me in some way? Are there areas in my life where I go overboard, act arrogant, get in to others faces? Yes, maybe so, but I believe I am not abusive, never intentionally hurtful, only sharing, unasked for, how I see and experience things.
Do I need to take this boy of mine a notch down so to say? No more leeway, but strict heel on our walks downtown? No more sleeping up on the bed with me? Yesterday I told him to stay downstairs and what does he do? The moment I turn off the light and settle for sleep he sneaks up anyway. So should I make a federal case and disallow him his independence and overriding desire to sleep near me? Friends I ran in to right after the incident said that nothing could be done. One street guy was so impressed with Sumo, he asked to touch him and obviously was afraid and then checked if I might be open to deal, as if I ever could or would sell any furry friend of mine.
One mitigating factor for Sumo might be his lack of exercise due to the intense smoke of several wild fires that make it not advisable to exert oneself out in the open air. So he may have missed as many as 12 x 12 mile runs up on the mountain during this past month. He might be feeling mighty cooped up. Yesterday he got real cute in his rambunctious mock-attacks on Isabella. My girl loves every minute of it, but knows he has to initiate the rough play, the most seductive lying on her back and inviting a tussle will not do. It's got to be on Sumo's term.
To top it, on our arrival home, both pups on proper heel, our black panther was in a stand off with the neighbor's calico cat, both covered in white feathers, with tension lingering in the air. I scolded our Pretty Kitty and of course now he has not come home. He does wear not one, but two bells. Darn, I will just have to sleep on all this.
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