is to wake up singing or laughing.  A few weeks ago I woke up & started singing “We Shall Overcome”.  I love it when I wake myself up laughing.  It’s a great way to start the day.

Another bit of dreaming pleasantry is when Elsie would chase something in her dreams.  Her little paws would just go, and she would bark quietly.  She rarely barked while awake, although she found her voice late in life.  I’d heard her bark less than 5 times the first 4 years I had her.  She started barking more about 6 mos. ago.  It was a joy to hear.  Obviously, thinking about her is a little hurtful to my heart, but it’s also nice to remember.

A fellow I worked with years ago lost his 20 year old son.  I saw an obituary today.  I can’t imagine the pain he and his wife are feeling.  It has to be the worst feeling one could feel, the loss of a child.

Geez, I started with a happy thought, and look where it went!  Here is a poem by Denise Levertov.  I found it here.  It is called:  When We Look Up

He had not looked,
pitiful man whom none

pity, whom all
must pity if they look

into their own face (given
only by glass, steel, water
barely known) all
who look up

to see-how many
faces? How many

seen in a lifetime? (Not those that flash by, but those

into which the gaze wanders
and is lost

and returns to tell
Here is a mystery,

a person, an
other, an I?

I will leave you with a picture of… my booth at West End Antiques.  Went over and cleaned & rearranged and added and subtracted today.




1st Post of 2013


Well, it’s been a bit rough this past several weeks because Elsie died Friday, 7 December, or early the following morning.  She ran off (something she never did) and either kept running because she panicked and couldn’t hear me calling her, or she may have run off to die.   She was found the following morning in a kind woman’s yard.  She was dirty, but no blood or appearance of having been hit.  The 2 days before she left she was drinking a lot, a whole lot, of water, and I was thinking I’d need to take her to the vet to see why.  My heart is broken, but it will heal.  I will always have her in my heart.  She loved me and I loved her and we had almost 5 wonderful years together.  RIP, my Baby Girl.  I love you forever.  You were a beautiful girl.


A Photo..


Here's a pic of my baby girl, Elsie.

All I needed to do was get a shower, get groceries, and get dog food. It took hours to motivate. In fact, I’ve been doing an extraordinary number of crossword puzzles and word games.  I find USA Today puzzles are much easier than Thinks.com.  So, mindless crosswords at that!

I’ve also been reading a book by Lowell Cauffiel.  It’s called Forever and Five Days.  It’s about 2 seriously messed up women who were aides at a nursing home and murdered some of their patients by suffocating them.  I’m trying to figure out which of the two women is more dangerous, or are they just a deadly combo?  One of them had her first parole hearing in 2005.  The other is in prison forever.

I wonder if reading so much true crime depresses me a little.  It could be my job.  I love it,  but it’s so busy I feel exhausted when I get off.  In case I haven’t mentioned, it’s at an assisted living facility as an activities assistant.  I really love it.  I like the busy-ness of it also.  I lead residents in exercises, do crafts, take them on outings to eat or for entertainment, and a bunch of other stuff.  I also make all the wreaths and silk flower arrangements for the facility–something I love, but have little time for!

Oh, worrying about money depresses me, although it doesn’t make me manage it better.  It’s been a long time since my hubby has worked full time.  He hasn’t worked at all since before Christmas, save some tax returns he did.  I’m not complaining, just stating a fact.  He was ill a lot, and had a hard time keeping a job, or feeling confident in his abilities, so it’s been a long climb back up.

Eldest is doing great at school.  He’s a sophomore, and he’s coming home this weekend.  Youngest had a busy few weeks.  SAT’s on the 12th, Marathon Dance (28 hours, $160,684!!) the next weekend, and the following Wed. he went to Nashville with the chorus.  He had a great time with all of those activities.

Today was my day off, and I should have gone into my other job, but it was really hard to get going, and I had 3 other major priorities.  I’ll telecommute some this evening, and go in later in the week.  I have no desire to write poetry, or even read it.  I made a few greeting cards yesterday and today, and sent a few notes.

Blah, blah, blah!

The weekend was wonderful.  My VCU Rams are going to the Final Four.  Now I do love me some March Madness, and this is the best, maddest March ever.  Friday and Sunday I cheered my team on at the local eatery/watering hole.  I live in the suburbs, and for once, I was happy about that.  Instead of moshing and having beer sprayed all over me downtown, I was in a crowded, but not too crowded bar full of middle aged folks just like me screaming like hell!  That was lots of fun.  Note, both places are named the same and owned by the same person, just in different sections of #RVA.

Okay, I think we need a little Twain to cheer us up.

The perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.
– “The Enemy Conquered; or, Love Triumphant”

I don’t believe in happiness as much as in contentment.  The older I get, the more contentment I feel.  I think it comes with wisdom.  I don’t ever want to stop learning, though. — Me.

Here’s a picture of Elsie, btw.  She became afraid when I was yelling and screaming during the #VCU game(s), which is why I ended up at the bar.

Mumma, why are you screaming?



Elsie 2


I took a walk tonight

with my sweet shadow, Elsie.

The birds were making a racket,

as we say here.

Perhaps they knew a forced subdual

would come via rain tomorrow.

Now, I’m prone to making up endearing

nicknames for my pets.

Elsie is a female. 

First she was Girl,

then she was Guhl.

After that she was Gwael,

and frequently she is Gwaela.

The etymology of these nicknames

is western European.

I’ve studied my ancestry,

and while many years here,

my ancestors come from western Europe.

A cabbie in San Francisco,

either psychic or ethnically gifted,

believed me of Welsh stock,

which doesn’t surprise me,

given the spelling of my pet’s nicknames.

On our walk tonight, I saw a bunny run off,

perhaps rattled by the birds

or us.

Elsie didn’t see the rabbit.

I told her,

“There goes Peter Cotton Tail

hopping down the bunny trail.

You didn’t see it, Gwael.”

Elsie, in one of her favorite waking spots.

Elsie (blog Post)


She ate, and I am thankful.  She also didn’t poop on our last walk, which was about 15  minutes.  That’s good, too, that the urgency isn’t there anymore.  She hadn’t eaten until this evening, though.  I took a very long nap, and plan on getting back to sleep soon, because we have to take Barrett to an appointment at 7am.  When I woke up she let me know she had to go, and it was just #1.  So, I’m hoping this thing is done.  Just have to see what her poop presents in the morning.  The thought of saving it and not throwing the baggie away grosses me out, to use a 70’s colloquialism.  Here’s a pic of my baby on the bed with me right now.  She won’t look at the camera because the flash scares her.

Sweet Baby Girl!





It was a dark existence

Teeming with other dogs whining,


The smells of dogs on top of one another

Eating, fighting, defecating, wallowing


Did all the bitches stay in one place?

How did the farmers know they were in heat?

Did they place her in a cage with all males?

Did the males attack her?

Did she suffer?


Litter after litter, she had.

I wonder how many.

It must have been so painful, fearful

Living in filth, only canine contact

Never gentle.


She was so afraid of other stimuli.

A click would frighten her.

She was hyper vigilant.

A tall man

A flash of lightning

A sudden movement


She is clean now

Her teeth are white.

She eats healthy food and receives tasty treats.

She sleeps, always by the one she trusts most.


She’s such a good girl

So loyal, so true, so loving.

I’m so thankful for my shadow.