Some Changes

Perhaps you've noticed that lately I've been "ho-hum" about blogging.

At first I wanted a new name for my blog. For years it had been "Wanna
Buy a Duck" by Manzanita. The duck part had been kinda stupidly
whimsical and Manzanita was my stage name from my flamenco
dancing days.  Boring and more boring.  Add those two together and
you come up with "A Most Very Boring Blog." That would have been a
good name for it.

But I got rid of the name of the blog and fake name in one flat-fell
swoop. Belva Block (my own name) took care of both. So much for labels
BUT what about the cutesy weiwtsy boring blog content?

I gave it some long thought. Was a year long enough cause I'm ONE slow
thinker and finally came to the conclusion that my blog was a piece of
crap. It was so juvenile that I couldn't even stand to read it.  I now
thank all of the kind long-suffering people who stayed with me......"in
spite of. " Thank you, thank you, thank you.

My conclusion..........
I will write about what is of interest to ME and since I am often
labeled WEIRD,  it may be of NO absolute interest to anyone else.

What then?  Well it could become just my own little diary.
I must stop because my favorite radio talk show guy is on now.
Oh, that would be Mark Steyne.

Adios

PLEASE....No I'm sorry's

I still cry at the mention of my Cody dog so I really don't want to go there
again. I spent the greater part of the summer in deep mourning and I couldn't
stop crying. My 14 year old Aussie was my constant companion and every
thing was a reminder. I couldn't even drive my car or the old truck because
she had always been right there beside me.

Some of you will understand this deep feeling of loss for a dog and other's
may not. When one lives alone, a dog can replace the lack of human
companionship and this may sound odd but I really never realized it was
happening and suddenly that silent loneliness settled in.

I locked the gates and barricaded myself in my gardens and to add to my
tears, a passer-by asked me where my dog was and then recommended I
read "Racing in the Rain." I did and that was just an extention to my
mourning period.

No more dogs, I vowed.  I never want to go through this again. But then I
saw this litter of Aussie puppies.  NO, NO, NO...... not a  PUPPY.  They
bite, they chew, they pee, they cry..... all that training....absolutely "NO."

But my whole family supported me and we went "en masse" to pick up
Lily. Cute, cute, cute. Is there anything more adorable than a puppy?
She did all the above messy puppy stuff but now that she is going into
her 9th month, I can see the glimmer of the smart dog she will be.   Of
course I've always loved herding dogs and I'm prejudiced when I say
the smartest and already I can see "agility dog."

When I first brought that little thing home, I told myself I should return
her immediately because there was no love left in me. It wasn't fair to
someone that tiny ......and damn it...... now I'm really crying again.

BUT .....Lily needs me and I need her as that bond of love is growing
stronger every day.  And...it feels so good to be needed again.

Let's Remember

I used to sing a song about "Remembering Pearl Harbor' when I was
11 years. I do remember but I bet I may be nearly the only person who
remembers that particular Sunday morning.

     Let's remember Pearl Harbor as we go to meet the foe
     Let's remember Pearl Harbor as we do the Alamo
     We will always remember how they died for liberty
     Let's remember Pearl Harbor and go on to victory
     (drum roll as it was a kind of a marchine song)

Enough said about something that happened 75 years ago.  We have
other problems today.

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Twice this week, while outdoors, I heard a chorus of honking
from up above. I just stood quietly in awe, watching the perfect
formations of flying geese. Canadian Honkers, I guess you would
call them, as several V formations darkened the space directly
above me. Ahh....so much joy in freedom of flight. There
is nothing more beautiful than flapping wings, seperated by
precise spacing.

I always wonder how they came to know how to do
this and who was the smart bird to invent the whole process.
This time I went in the house and looked it up online but I found
out that knowing the science behind it took away a bit of the
mystique.  I ran into words like down/up wash and drag force and
I really didn't need that much information.

It just seemed to detract from the wonderment of it all and I'm
happy with certain things remaining a mystery.