The White Rabbit

I don't know where time keeps going and I'm plum out of it.  I can't buy, find more, save it, freeze it, or give more of it.  It's gone when it goes by and doesn't return.  So while I am sitting here writing about time, my mind is racing ahead; I will be late if I don't get going now. 

What do the 'listing' and 'let search engines find your blog' settings do?

What do the 'listing' and 'let search engines find your blog' settings do?

The Stray Cat

A friend found a cat that had been locked in her storage area for two weeks; she took the cat to a vet who kept him overnight, gave him fluids, and antibiotics for his cold.  My friend came to me on Friday and asked if I would take him in.  And, we did.  My sweet husband, David, bought another litterbox and more litter while I fed the kitty.  I boiled up some chicken, shredded it, put some broth with it, and fed it to the kitty. The kitty slept with a bowed head.

His head just touched the pile of soft towels that we had gathered, and I covered him with a small, light blanket.  He drank a lot of water and gobbled food.  He was skinny, skinny, and had a big meow. Sweet natured, the kitty was orange and white, had been neutered but clearly not taken care of in weeks.  His spine protruded; his back legs trembled.

Kitty had many physical problems.  He was severely anemic; his kidneys were shutting down; he had Feline Leukemia, a blood parasite, and something else that was terminal.  We had to put him down.  Normally, I would be sad while visiting the cat and realize that this 10 years plus old cat had had some good meals, was warm, and loved in the last three days of his life.

His soul tugged on me, though.  And I've pondered this over the last several days.  I am sorting out why and will share that later this week when I've figured it out some more.

New Day!

I went to visit a friend yesterday whom I have not seen in a while because both of us have been in and out of town at different times and have been very busy with new things.  We always discuss art; what we are making, what we are having difficulty with, how we can solve our issues with art, life, men.  We had lunch and went thrifting, each of us finding some cool new stuff to wear.  I have a few good friends who will listen and interact with me and I treasure the time that I spend with each one.  Finding words to describe the texture of a friendship is difficult; however, I know a good friend when I find one.  more...

Mud Wrestling and Other Teaching Techniques

I love to teach, always have, and always will.  But sometimes it's hard to understand what in the world some students are doing in school.  After all, they have a choice: they can register for a course or not.  Simple. Easy. Yes or No.  So, besides wondering, I just enjoy as well and wish I could take a snap-shot of some of my students and years from now, just click and re-run the instant snap-shot, real-live, activities.  Laughter is the only response possible unless I want to invite an ulcer, which I don't.  Because, soon the students will go on to the next class and never again will they be like they are that instant in that particular classroom with that particular book, lesson, or point of view.