September 2008


Forget today’s bad news! Watch this and see what the human spirit and love can do to rise above a heart-breaking “disability.”

An inspiring father-son team

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The boxing cat

I didn’t see any dangling thread in front of this cat, so I guess it is really batting at the air like he thinks the boxers on TV are doing. I used to have a cat who would jump up on the piano and try to reach the lurching second hand of a large clock on the wall.

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To Me!
To Me!
Whoopee!

Whoopee!

What  is left of my small family (most of them) and a solid group of friends have really made an effort to let me know that my birthday is remembered and celebrated. I get cards, telephone calls, and e-cards from those who can’t visit me personally, and cards, gifts, and dinner on the town from the local group. More fuss has been made over my birthday since I retired and moved to South Texas than at any time since my Sweet Sixteen party when my father danced with me!

It’s really beautiful to feel that I am loved that much! And that may be why, as I turn 70, I feel younger, rather than older. Of course, I can credit 6 months of stationary bike riding (and some walking), a spectacular recovery from a spinal diskectomy, fusion, and extended antibiotic treatment, taking care of myself with a few necessary meds and a shelf full of supplements, and having something to do. I can also credit  having no chronic debilitating diseases. I have been extremely fortunate. :-)

Writing has always been a natural and easy way of expressing myself. I have self-published in text form my one fantasy e-novel (see the “Feline Fairy Tales” link under Blogroll in the sidebar on this page.) And writing songs that I can perform in church has developed into a well-defined part of my personality–I am a resident singer-songwriter in my small church, as well as Secretary of the Board.

Late Bloomer

Late Bloomer

I also have my wild birds to feed and my container garden to care for. And I am content to do any traveling through the books I read and the internet–journeys of the mind. I have a 5-year-old car that I drive only where I need to go (or occasionally, where a friend needs to go.)
I am not afraid of dying. I only hope it is peaceful, and I hope to finally find out what experience for the spirit may lie beyond death of the body. But in the meantime, I look forward to many more Happy Birthdays.
Well, open it!

Well, open it!

 

Ike-IR

Ike-IR

Like many other Texas residents, I spent a great deal of time this week glued to The Weather Channel, the cable news networks, and the most helpful for local news on the scene, Texas Cable News (TXCN). I won’t insult the victims of this horrific storm by saying that watching from my safe living room in the Lower Rio Grande Valley was “just like being there”–it wasn’t. It is difficult to internalize the necessity to pack up all that you can, leave your home, and join the lines of vehicles leaving the area for safe haven. Even worse, the knowledge of what awaits when you return. Many people–as many as 40% of Galveston Island residents–could not, or would not, do it, and chose to stay behind, despite the mandatory evacuation order. “We can’t go into people’s homes and drag them out,” said one official. But those who stayed needed to understand that rescue might be impossible, once the full force of the storm arrived.

Surfside Beach

Surfside Beach

Everyone by now knows that this storm was so big that the northern Gulf Coast from New Orleans on west was impacted before Ike even made landfall, causing more flooding on top of soaked ground from Gustav. Fifty-foot waves crashed onshore. The seawalls held, but were overtopped. The acres of coastal oil and gas refineries were shut down and secured, though supplies of gasoline were still moved by truck and pipeline, first to supply evacuees and emergency vehicles. Prices went up in anticipation of short supplies, but price-gouging was penalized by heavy fines.

Here at home in the Valley, we prepared for moderately severe thunderstorms. We secured objects outside that might become airborne, but by today (Saturday) nothing has happened at all. When Dolly came straight at us, we boarded up and stocked up, since we are close to 100 miles inland. But we would be foolish to stay at home if something the size of Ike was headed straight for us! You hate to leave your home. You agonize over what must be left behind. But life is more precious than property, and staying in a flooded area, in a damaged structure, without power and communication, could be life-threatening.

Projected Path

Projected Path

Ike impacted the eastern third of Texas, parts of Lousiana and Arkansas, and is now on its way through the midwest and New England before it finally leaves. The state and national disaster  plan went into effect like clockwork. We know how to handle these things, and there are many heroes doing this work who place themselves at risk because they care. We are all grateful to them. But sometimes there is no way to help people who won’t heed the warnings. The tourists and “Weather Warriors” who waded in their flip-flops in the storm surge taking pictures with their camera phones–returning as soon as the police car left–were unbelievable! Made me wonder what they had imbibed before stepping out into the wind and rain amidst the washed-up debris of collapsed fishing piers.

Did you see that alligator looking for a meal???

Cat House on the Kings

(Probably not  what you think!)

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Hanna

Hanna

Dolly–Edouard–Fay–Gustav–all hurricanes that hit, then hung around long after they should have broken up and given us time to catch our breath. And now there is Hanna bearing down on the eastern coastline. Worse, now officially a tropical storm, there is Ike spinning westward across the Atlantic from somewhere off the west coast of Africa–where, the weather people say, there are at least four more forming. 

I don't like Ike

Ike

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” someone famous once said. We call her Mother Earth or Gaia. And some folks are no doubt blaming all the horrific disasters that have befallen the entire world this year on humankind’s mistreatment of the planet. As I’ve said before, I’m not sure “she” even cares. A shrug, and buildings fall, people die. She wobbles on her axis and it gets too cold. Almost everything dies. Another tilt and it gets too hot. We are not really sure if warming has ever before progressed to the point of wiping out most lifeforms on the entire planet. It has not happened in our recorded history, obviously, and only regionally as postulated by scientists, in places like the Sahara…

Can’t really blame sunspots. They are only responsible for ;-) “Solar Outages” ;-) , a term that I used to actually see in newspaper ads by my local cable company, to explain why my TV picture was either poor or absent for a while.

And the Bible, itself, actually absolves God of all responsibility in the matter by declaring, “Your Father maketh the rain to fall upon the just and the unjust.”

I just hope that we can someday learn to mitigate some of the fury of these storms without losing the beneficial effects. Ideas, anyone???