Ignorance is Deadly

I almost killed my cat, Aine.  It wasn’t intentional.  She’s my snuggly lap cat.  But I almost did and it was ignorance that was the cause.

About a year ago or a bit more, Aine started losing weight.  She’s 17, so I blamed it on getting older.  But she got tinier and thinner until around Christmas I though I was going to lose her.

I decided to spoil her rotten.  If it was her last days, I was going to make her a happy cat.  In doing so, I broke the spell of ignorance.

Aine adores sharing the ham off a Hawaiian pizza with me.  I haven’t been getting them much lately due to cost-cutting measures, but this was a good cause.  Or a good excuse.  Regardless, I stopped on my way home from work one evening and picked up our favorite, curled up in my favorite chair, and started to eat.

Normally, Aine gets about half the meat off my pizza.  She eats a few pieces and quits.  But that night she attacked the meat like she was starving, so I gave her a new piece every time she asked.  She was a very happy cat.

I got the next piece to the puzzle the next morning.  I keep a continuous bowl of dry food down for the cats.  That’s what they’ve had all of their lives.  That particular morning, I opened a new bag to top off the bowl.  Aine attacked it like it was ambrosia, even though the bowl was not empty when I put the extra in.

Then I had it.  Aine was losing her sense of smell.  A cat that can’t smell her food won’t eat.  The dry food was losing its volatiles and she couldn’t smell it.

I found some ham at the grocery that had no preservatives or nitrates, etc.  I tore up a slice for her and she ate it.  I fed it to her by hand for a couple of evenings, then I started putting it in a bowl for her on top of some of the dry food.  This worked for a few months and then she stopped eating it, too.

It just wasn’t smelly enough.

So, I bought a couple of 3 oz. cans of what I’ve always referred to as “kitty caviar.”  I gave her half a can every night on top of some dry food.  (There’s also a plain bowl of dry food next to it.)  She was hollering a lot, so I upped it to a full can every night.  But she kept talking to me every morning, too.  I wasn’t sure about feeding her twice a day, because with the ham, if I tried it twice a day she got sick.  Well, apparently kitty caviar is much easier on kitty tummies.  She’s had one furball, but she hasn’t sicked up the food.  And she likes it enough to growl her alpha sister away from it, which is an amusing sight.

Last week I realized she was putting on weight.  Her ribs are not so prominent.  Her “little round belly” is coming back.  Her fur is a lot softer and fluffier.  And she doesn’t holler at me all the time any more.

She’s happy.  And healthy.

I almost killed Aine, but I figured it out in time.

Knowledge is power.

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Do you believe in telepathy?

I do.  It’s strong in the women in my family and within some of my friends.  Mom says the entire time my sister and I were in college we always called her within 30 minutes of each other.  Since we are not frequent callers, I find the odds of that being a coincidence a little thin.  I can remember how many times she said, “I was just talking to your sister!”

I have one friend whose talent for many years was to call me when I was in the necessary.  If it had been the bad old days of long distance, I could have teased her that she just wanted me to call her back on my nickel, but honestly, she was still living local for most of that.  She also has amazing parking karma.

My college roommate was on the phone with a friend.  What she was going to say as they ended the phone call was, “I’ll be right over.”  What came out was, “I’ll be there as soon as I check on Susan.”  She was really startled by that, but decided she better go check on me.  I’d gone horseback riding that morning without her, not a common occurrence, as we usually rode together.  I’d gotten into a bit of difficulty with an English saddle on a very round horse who’d managed to throw his borrowed bridle off while we were riding.  He tried to run away with me, but I’d managed to slow him by pulling on the bridle which was now around his neck, then I bailed off of him.  The minute I touched the ground, he stopped.  He was well trained, but just trying to pull one on me.  I got the bridle back on him, adjusted it, but then I couldn’t get back on him.  Every time I tried, the saddle just spun around his barrel chest and his side stepping didn’t help.  I was frustrated and more than a little put out with the horse.  This was what Cindy had picked up and she managed to find me, still a mile or more from the barn, and give me a hand.  Actually, she rode the horse back to the barn so I didn’t “kill him” and I drove her truck.  By the time she got there I’d calmed down and was able to groom him.

My favorite story, however, happened when I was in high school.  I was coming home from Pasadena during rush hour in a drizzly rain on Spencer Highway when an SUV pulled in front of me and I hit it.  A fender bender, but my first accident.  I was pretty shaken and this guy was trying to overwhelm me with force of will.  We got the cars off the road and into the parking lot of a little dry cleaners.  The other driver called the police.  Then I called home.  Now, my mom is Miss Phone Etiquette.  For years we’d had grilled into us how to make calls, take calls, etc.  That day when she picked up the phone, before I’d said anything, she said, “Where are you?”  Almost shocked me worse than the car accident.

[FYI–the other driver insisted on talking to the police first, and condemned himself by saying he’d pulled out from a stop sign in front of me on the four-lane highway.  Officer said, “You’re at fault.  She had right of way.”  “But she hit me!”  “Sorry.  She had right of way.”  The officer winked at me, got the necessary info from my car for the incident report, and that was that.]

I’ve had more incidents than that over the years, but that’s a good start and I’ve already hit 600 words (how handy that this software counts for me!).  I’ll save other psychic phenomena for another time.  But what about you?  Any good stories about telepathy that have happened in your life?

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Government workers are Americans, too

I came across this OpEd on CNN.  It says a lot of what I think.  This particular one is quoting Mitt Romney ranting against the President as saying, “He wants another stimulus, he wants to hire more government workers. He says we need more firemen, more policemen, and more teachers. Did he not get the message of Wisconsin? The American people did. It’s time for us to cut back on government and help the American people.”

There are a lot of people who don’t realize that firemen weren’t always regulated by the government.  In the early days of our country, you paid a subscription fee for fire services.  If your home didn’t have the plaque affixed to it saying you’d paid their company, they’d stand there and watch it burn to the ground while making sure that your neighbor’s house, which did have the plaque, didn’t catch fire. Now the firemen help everyone, whether they are volunteer or employed by the government.

There are more and more 911 services where you get put in an automated queue before getting a real person because there isn’t enough funding to keep people on the phones.  What if it is your child choking and turning blue, your home on fire, someone breaking into your home when you are unarmed and you get, “Please wait and the next available operator will assist you.  There are five callers ahead of you.”?

When I was first married and living in Austin, I called 911 for a burglary in progress.  I came home while they were there, but fortunately they bailed. My husband, who I called after calling 911, was pulled from a meeting, got to his truck over half a mile across campus, and drove the half hour from UT to our home and still beat the police to our house with enough time to completely look over the house before the patrol car pulled up in front of the house.  That was for a burglary in progress!  And the nearest substation was less than a mile from our house.  God help me if it had been something where my life was at stake.  That was 25 years ago.  Austin is a lot bigger now, having done a lot of annexation and imported a lot of people.  While our police force is larger, I doubt it has increased proportionately.  That’s just now how these things work.

Oh, and these days, for a burglary, if it is over and done with when you call, you won’t see a police officer (and if you do, it will just be for a couple of minutes).  You just get the crime scene folks.  Police officers have more important things to do than worry about the scene of a domestic robbery.  My home has been burgled twice and my car three times.  And despite what you see on TV, we’ve never gotten a usable print.  Most home surfaces just don’t take them.

I’ll leave funding schools and schoolteachers for another time as it just makes me too spitting mad and it is almost time for me to head to bed.  Short version is:  if our children are not worth spending money on, what is?

I was going to make this short [too late!], but I really recommend reading this article. It makes a lot of good points.

And when you deal with governmental employees, remember that every year they cut our staff, don’t give us cost of living raises, and tell us to do more with less. Eventually there will reach a point when all that can be done with less is less. Yet most of us still have a sense of service that keeps us there even while we are having trouble making the bills.

Internal Jukebox: something by Hans Zimmer. Not sure which soundtrack as they start to blur together after a while, but it’s one of the rousing portions.

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Website Improvements

I’ve been doing some studying and learning more about the software I use to run this site.  There’s still a lot to learn, but two important things happened today.

First, I got the spam filter up and running.  Hopefully, this will not be an issue, but that is probably just wishful thinking from all I’ve read.  There are signs that I’m getting nibbles, so I wanted to get it set up.

Second, I now have a page set up where you can send a message to me.  You can get to it through the “Talk to me” menu item above.  As I say on the page, “If you want to drop me a line, this is the place. Comments or questions are welcome. I’m always looking for new topics, so if you have something puzzling you that you’d like to know more about, feel free to send it. If it tickles my fancy, I might be up all night researching the answer to post to the site.”

I’ll be learning more and hopefully making this a better site for all.  Cheers!

Internal Jukebox:  Planxty Irwin from Out of Time by Wyndnwyre

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Another Ed Story

Ed liked to shock or surprise people.  I’d read enough (and known him long enough) that I didn’t always react as expected.  Don’t know why this one popped into my head this afternoon.

We were watching TV.  Don’t remember specifically what was going on, but Ed’s response was, “Locusts and honey actually aren’t that bad.”

I looked at him thoughtfully a moment and then responded, “Can you taste anything other than the honey?”

He just stared at me a moment, then went back to the show.  I never got an answer to my question.

Personally, I considered that one a “win.”

Internal Jukebox:  A Brand New Day from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.  Sweet Jesus, Ed would have loved that movie!  I can just hear the startled chuckle as Nathan Fillion sings the line about “Hair blowing in the breeze” during his first solo.

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Goodbye Sieglinde Syr

Posted to Ansteorra-Announce this morning by Duke Ulsted:

Ansteorra,

Another shining star, Duchess Sieglinde Syr, 4th and 8th Queen of Ansteorra, Defender of the Dream, Laurel and Pelican, has passed into the heavens to watch over us all. Listen for her angel’s song.

Funeral services will be held on Tuesday, June 12th at 10:30 am at St. Paul the Apostle Catholic Church, 18223 Point Lookout Drive, Nassau Bay, TX 77058. http://www.stpaulcatholic.org/

We are seeking pictures and stories of Sieglinde, please forward them to me:
Ulsted / John Steelquist
[Contact me for Ulsted’s contact information, or find it on Ansteorra-Announce under the message with the dear Duchess’s name.

A SCA memorial is also planned for an as-yet to be determined future event.

Internal Jukebox:  Rising of the Star

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Allergies

I thought it was something blooming.  I’ve been coughing a lot for the last 24 hours and having a lot of trouble with burning eyes.  That’s usually a sign my allergies were acting up.  However, the amount of cottonwood and black willow pollen floating through the air (they are both white and fluffy and very visible) has been much reduced in the last week, so I was a little confused.

Now I have a probable answer.  The National Weather Service had issued an Air Pollution Watch Level Orange starting lunchtime yesterday for expected high ozone levels.  I have a terrible time with pollution.  You’d think I have a tolerance due to growing up in Houston, but that is not the case.

I do have one question though.  If we have high ozone here, is there any way we can ship it to help plug the hole in the ozone layer?

Internal Jukebox: Mela Davis singing her solo with our counterpoint–Qui Tollis Peccata Mundi from Poulenc Gloria

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In the Name of God, Part 1 – Addendum

In a strange twist of fate, Star and I watched Angels and Demons last night.  The subject of Galileo’s “heresy” is brought up.  Knowing Hollywood, I did guess the twist, but I still enjoyed the movie.  There are some great lines, there is some bad science and history, there’s some good action/adventure.  It also has a great cast.  If you liked Da Vinci Code, you’ll like it.  I think I liked it a bit better.

Internal Jukebox: soundtrack music from Angels and Demons

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In the Name of God, Part 1

Sometimes our differences are so tiny. I love the example given by Emo Phillips in a joke he wrote before 1985:

Once I saw this guy on a bridge about to jump. I said, “Don’t do it!” He said, “Nobody loves me.” I said, “God loves you. Do you believe in God?”

He said, “Yes.” I said, “Are you a Christian or a Jew?”

He said, “A Christian.” I said, “Me, too! Protestant or Catholic?”

He said, “Protestant.” I said, “Me, too! What franchise?”

He said, “Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?”

He said, “Northern Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?”

He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region, or Northern Conservative Baptist Eastern Region?”

He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region.” I said, “Me, too! Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879, or Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?”

He said, “Northern Conservative Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912.”

I said, “Die, heretic!” And I pushed him over.

He was honored with “Best Religious Joke Ever” in 2005 by Ship of Fools website.

The word “heresy” is a Greek word that originally meant “change.” According to Wikipedia (use at your own risk), heresy “…referred to that process whereby a young person would examine various philosophies to determine how to live one’s life.” Sounds a bit like the Amish rumspringa. However, in the 4th Century the established Catholic Church (and anytime you see me say Church with an initial cap, I am generally referring to the Roman Catholic Church) gained secular power, blurring the lines between Church and State. This meant the Church was able to enforce its canons or “ideals of spiritual truth.” It wasn’t but a few years before the Church used that power to give death sentences to those deemed guilty of heresy. In early years it was but one or two people at a time, but eventually, as people came to rebel against the church, there was the occasional wholesale crusade against a heresy (see Waldensians and Cathars). Eventually, the Inquisition, torturing people to save their souls, became a power in Europe.

Speaking of which, how many people know the title of the leader of the Inquisition? In 1542 Pope Paul III permanently created the Supreme Sacred Congregation of the Roman and Universal Inquisition. It was under the authority of this office that Galileo Galilei was tried. The Office was known by other names over history, and is currently known as Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. The head of the Inquisition is “Prefect of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith.” Joseph Ratzinger was Prefect for 24 years before becoming the current Pope for the Roman Catholic Church, Benedict XVI.

But I digress.

The point is that small differences in belief shouldn’t separate us when our central belief, that Jesus Christ is the son of God by the power of the Holy Spirit, is the same.

“Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”

Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ [Matthew 22:36-39, New International Version]

In another setting, when an expert in the law asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.” [Luke 10:29-37, New International Version]

There’s no loophole, no exception, no caveat. Just love God and love your neighbor. Persecuting your neighbor, hating your neighbor, disrespecting your neighbor – none of these things fit his teaching. And folks, everyone is your neighbor.

For me, those greatest heroes are the people who save those of a faith other than theirs. Due to a Hallmark Special, I was introduced to one such hero. It seems a teacher in Kansas kept a basket of interesting news clippings so that when the students needed to write a paper or do a research project, they had something to rummage through for inspiration. The short clipping from a March 1994 issue of News and World Report said, “Irena Sendler saved many children and adults from the Warsaw Ghetto in 1942.” The teacher thought it might be a typo, since she’d never heard of the woman or the story. It turned out, not only was it not a typo, Ms. Sendler was still alive and living in Poland. Please read more about her and a project started in her honor here.

Here is one quote from the website:

They found that Irena Sendler, as a non-Jewish social worker, had gone into the Warsaw Ghetto with her network,and talked Jewish parents and grandparents out of their children, rightly saying that all were going to die in the Ghetto or in death camps, taking the children past the Nazi guards or using one of the many means of escape from the Ghetto – the old courthouse for example – and then adopting them into the homes of Polish families or hiding them in convents and orphanages. She and her network made lists of the children’s real names and put the lists in jars, then buried the jars in a garden, so that someday she could dig up the jars and find the children to tell them of their real identity. The Nazis captured her and she was beaten severely, but the Polish underground bribed a guard at Pawiak Prison to release her, and she entered into hiding.

The Hallmark Special which started me reading about this remarkable woman was The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler starring Anna Paquin. Ms. Sendler and her network saved 2500 children, finding them places to live outside the Ghetto until the war was over, writing their names, their parents names, and where the children on slips of paper saved in jars planted in the ground so that families could be reunited. One sorrow was that so few of the parents returned from the camps, but their children lived on. Christian or not, she definitely “loved her neighbor.”

Internal Jukebox: still flashing on last Sunday’s concert.  It’s the first movement of the Poulenc Gloria.

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A Rant about Grammar and Punctuation, Part 3: Proofreading

I think dependence on autocorrect and spellcheckers has made many people sloppy in their writing. The first thing I do whenever I get a new computer, or a new image installed on a computer, is turn off all the autocorrect and autocomplete functions. On a Windows machine, this is easier said than done, as it seems everything is hidden in at least two places in each application. There is no universal place to turn it all off, so one must do it separately for Word, Excel, Outlook, etc., and in multiple places in each as well. It’s tedious, but I find it necessary.

There are two reasons I find it necessary. First, their grammar functions quite honestly, pardon my slang, suck. I wish I’d kept the examples it tried to stick me with earlier this week where it wanted to put commas where no commas belonged or to change the verb of something that was singular to a plural. It was driving me crazy. Fortunately, I only let the grammar functions suggest, never replace.

Second, I find the dictionary in my head is much more comprehensive than the dictionary in most computers. Ridiculous considering the memory available in computers today, but it is true. Most of them will throw the red squiggle under compound words and their suggestions break them apart. A lot of perfectly good plurals are missing as well. You type in the plural and it suggests a space between the word and the letter S. Really?

There are an amazing amount of websites dedicated to the foibles of the autocorrect function, which will turn one perfectly good word into another one. If you are not easily offended, here’s a collection of some really amazing ones.

Some of my personal favorites, though, come from people who don’t proofread their work and depend on spellchecker to catch their errors. I worked at a state agency that once had a memo come out from the Public Information Office, but left the “L” out of the word “Public.” Fortunately, it was an internal memo. Most people never noticed it until they sent out an apology memo afterward. Then there was the letter about the “underserved population.” This one might have been an autocorrect error, but it was printed as “undeserved population.” Not the same meaning at all.

And a new example, harping back to my first grammar rant, that I found while researching this one. This is a beauty. It’s a headline for Tails magazine. Their subheading for a cover article on Rachel Ray read, “Rachel Ray finds inspiration in cooking her family and her dog.” Just proves my point that those commas are NOT optional.

So please, friends, proofread your work. Do it more than once if you have time. The gremlin typos will still creep in from time to time, but their incidence will be so much less!

Internal Jukebox: God of Wonders, which Greg Mikeska was teaching us in choir Wednesday night for use in church this Sunday.

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