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Sunday, February 4, 2018

For the Love of "Pi"

Sweet Little "Pi"
I was just happily
going along in my
own world, loving 
my life as it was, 
training my almost
2-year old herding
puppy, when a little
elderly dog named
Pi appeared in my 

Who could resist those pleading
black eyes.  Here was my
argument with myself......
She needs a home, but, but, but
I stammered, "She's old. The vet thinks she could be over 10."  She'll become a
bright love in my life and then she'll die, just like my Cody was stripped away from
me a year ago.  I don't need another empty hole in my heart. But alas, the argument was
useless as she had already wiggled her way into my love circle.

"I'll get you, my pretty, you and your little dog, too."
My son thinks she looks like Toto. Ha

Life is pretty amazing, isn't it? Each day something magical and illustrious happens.
When the garden paths are frozen over with ice and snow flakes swirl, the indoor
attention-grabbing chores can be attended to.  I don't need the prodding of a Mercury
retrograde to finish the mittens I started knitting last winter  or to finally finish the new kitchen
curtains.  Ummm, it's also time to think about summer gardens and get the seeds started
indoors.  I'll never plant pumpkins again. They are space thieves.

I've also been eating my way through many flats of microgreens that are grown in
doors. See, I can have dirty finger nails all year round.  And books...... oh my goodness,
I have so many books waiting to be read. Here's one I'm reading that someone might
also find interesting..... "Nutrient Power,........Heal Your Biochemistry and Heal
Your Brain" by William J. Walsh.  This is one of my favorite subjects as I'm seeking
ways I can bring my invalid daughter to live with me.  Not a popular subject to very

5 weeks since I last posted. Tempus really does fugit, what say?


  1. They sure can worm their way in before you know it. Geez, if the cat waited 5 weeks to post everyone would think he was dead lol We could have guessed that you'd have your hands dirty all year. Healing one fully would sure be great, if only, haha but you never know. Just need some of this $$$ to try and make it so.

    1. "the cat"? I have four cats, but none of them have blogs, which might be just as well.

    2. Pat
      We really would think something seriously bad happened to you. They think the same of me. Many times I've had blogers email me during my long absences and ask if I'm OK. Ha 88 in just a few weeks and I refer to my self as the old broad but truthfully, inside, I don't think I'm old. I've heard my friends say that too; I wonder why.

      I'm still (and always will be) researching health. One can only get glutathion by manufacturing it in the body and one of the foods high in supplying the basic materials is in the cabbage family (cruciferous). So I've been eating broccolli sprouts and it's cheaper and more fun to grow them myself. I hope all is going well for you, Pat.

    3. Snowbrush
      You'll have to get a blog for each cat. I'm sure they all have something different to say. lol I've seen and read your comments over at Pat's. Always interesting I will add.

    4. Get plenty of broccoli at my sea, so I must be high in that. 88, a double digits on, mine will be 33 with the next run.

    5. Pat
      Double digits for both of us. How neat.
      Really swell (that's what we would say...LOL
      We'll have to somehow celebrate that one.
      Yeah, I've been sprouting the broccolli and peas and buckwheat, (which isn't wheat at all) different legumes. I had given up eating legumes, too hard to digest but the sprouts are delicious. I love it......all that snow outside and my little greenery section by the window. I just planted a flat of peas a few minutes ago. I had a few failures in the beginning as I was watering too much and they got moldy. Now everything turns out better. Happy broccoli day. Ha

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    1. joeh
      I like the way you put true.

  3. "I've also been eating my way through many flats of..."

    I thought you might be about to say chocolates!

    I ADORE your dog's face, and I admire you for taking on the pain of knowing that your loss of her won't be at all far into the future. If there's a heaven, it's surely for people who love those who (like aging pets) are rejected by others through no fault of their own. You have inspired me, truly you have. I just read an 1890 book ("Sidney" by Margaret Deland) that's about how a person can find the courage to love deeply despite the knowledge of death. Deland (my favorite author) spent 430 pages examining the problem, which is a major source of angst in my life now that my wife and I are pushing seventy. Odds are one of us will leave the other behind, and either possibility is unthinkable. I pity myself because I have no idea that I would be able to survive without her, and I pity her because she would most likely spend many years grieving me.

    1. Snowbrush
      Nope, not for me. I'm kind of a weirdo. I've never liked chocolate.....even as a kid. Although, because I'm now thought of as a health nut, I do eat some raw cacoa beans for the magnesium value......certainly not for the taste because they are extremey bitter.

      Cats seem to live longer than dogs. I just talked to a woman who has a cat that is 26.

      Pushing 70? Gear up the pushers for you'll be pushing a long time yet. I will be 88 in a few weeks and as I just said to Pat, "I don't feel old at all."
      I have sincerely enjoyed all facets of my life. People are resilient and can find the brilliant side no matter of the circumstances. My whole childhood was spent during the depression and my early teens during the war. People learned how to be survivors. Times were grim but the people were not. It was kinda like, "Playing the hand you got delt.

      I think it's beautiful that you and your wife have found such a special love. It's like Elizabeth Barret and Robert Browning. They fell in love in the face of her death looming over them.

      I like old books too. People seemed to find time to enjoy leisurely pursuits.
      But there was that very sharp division of the classes and the upper classes never had to touch the menial labor. There is so terribly much more equal opportunity today and yet people are rioting and fighting and crying out for equality. They've got it but won't use it.

      You and your wife will have many, many lovingly beautiful years together. Just enjoy each moment and allow lots of laughter into your life. I do. Haha

    2. "People seemed to find time to enjoy leisurely pursuits. But there was that very sharp division of the classes and the upper classes never had to touch the menial labor."

      I will call you Belva dear, not because I'm patronizing you because of your age, but because you seem like such a dear soul. Deland's books were about the middle and upper class, and nearly all of her characters had one or two live-in servants. Today, we couldn't afford live-in servants, but our modern conveniences more than make up for it.

      As for mine and Peggy's age, I live with chronic pain for which I take a lot of drugs, so I'm not optimistic about reaching your age. Like both of her parents and all of her grandparents, Peggy has diabetes, so that will be a major obstacle for her, although she does her best to maintain a healthy lifestyle. After decades of dogs (we've been married 46 years), we went to cats, and are now up to four, and plan to hold firm at that number. This will mean not looking at cats at Pet Smart "just for fun."

    3. P.S. "People learned how to be survivors."

      Do you think that there are any identifiable characteristics that define people who lived through the depression? My mother was fifteen and my father 20 when the depression started, and they were both very frugal when I knew them, but a lot of people who lived through the depression didn't turn out that way.

    4. Snowbrush
      Thank you for your conversation. It is always interesting to exchange words with a mature mind. Now that you've explained your health situation, I understand your concern for the future, but I think we all live in the face of uncertainty. I have been trying to organize a calling/texting network for seniors who have pets. I have found others, like myself, who live alone, whose pets would suffer greatly if we suddenly dropped dead. I've had to put that project on the shelf for a while because our winter is so severe, deep snow and ice to the point no one can walk. My postal guy who has served our neighborhood for 32 years, saiys this is the worst winter he's seen. Two delivery guys fell in my yard, a young neighbor fell yesterday as I was talking to him but most of the young people bounce, I don't hahaha

      What an interesting observation about depression babies. OMG yes. I have always kept a storehouse of food. Most of us knew hunger. In fact, I am getting through this long, icy winter without going to the store.(much) I can live on my own "prepper food and I grow flats of microgreens, as I stated. I have chickens and fresh eggs and spring is fast approaching. I actually love winter as it gives us a chance to settle in and finish projects.

      Some people made it through the depression unscathed, for instance I always noticed the merchants in our small town still managed to survive.

      I think the depression was esp. hard on the ages of your parents (and mine) who were just beginning their adulthood. The 20ies had been so vibrant and the money and hootch seemed to flow and then like over night, poverty. I was born 3 months after the stock market crashed so I lived my whole childhood in poverty and for my generation, it was the norm. Actually for us, it was no huge change..... it was just the way it was. We were happy and went on with our activities and didn't know that our parents probably spent their childhood on a grander style. I saw photos of my mother and her sisters as teens.......they wore real silk dresses and stockings .....real pearls and furs, Holy Kamoly, our clothes were threadbare but we knew no difference, so what did it matter?
      Thanks for letting me remember this. I rarely think about it, I guess that's why in years later when I could afford designer clothes, I hated labels and would cut them out. LOL
      It's been a trip down depression lane.

  4. So glad you and Pi have eachother. Regardless of starting age, we always know someday they will leave us but the time they are here is worth it for both of us. I really wish I had chosen an older dog instead of the youngster Callie. I think entirely too often of her outliving me as my last dog lived 17 years. Even though I have a back up plan for Callie, will it be enough? Enjoy sweet Pi.

    1. Patti
      Well, at my age I probably should not have any pets, especially that pup. Although, my sons have already said they would gladly take my dogs when I go. I raised all my kids to like pets.... a good thing, huh? It was terribly difficult for me to get over Cody and I will most likely always shed a few tears when I talk about her. Sh;e was that perfect dog that everyone looks for. This puppy, Lil, certainly is NOT. But the older, little Pi is calm, accepts and gives love. She has never had any formal obedience training but most likely just learned what was expected of her.

      17 is a good life for any dog these days. You took good care.

  5. I'm glad you have Pi now, he'll be very happy and give you years of love in return. I took an older pet too, Lola is 9 and the animal welfare people told me all the things that can begin to happen with older cats, but we got used to each other, I adjusted her diet to suit her IBS and she gambols around like a kitten a couple of times a week, now that the weather is baking hot, she sleeps a lot, but then so do I.

    1. River
      I didn't know you had another cat. I'm away from posting quite a bit. I only knew you had Angel. Cats seem, to live longer than dogs. My daughter just recently moved to CA and couldn't find an apt (that she could afford) that took cats. She did find a kind lady here who took her 17 year old cat and that lady already aready had 3 cats. She wanted me to take him but Lil hates cats and Tux would probably spend the rest of his life under the
      bed. It broke my daughter's heart to leave him behind but life happens. She had him from a tiny kitten and that house she left was the only one he ever knew. But, I hear he's now adjusted and happy with the other cats.

      I know it's been hot where you are because I watch a vlog about a young couple and they have a darling 2 year old and are expecting a baby really soon. Jamie and Nikki is the name of the vlog. They just bought a house, remodeled and are moving in. He travels a lot with his photo work and I like seeing the different cities in Australia. They are complaining about the
      heat right now. Wish we had just a smidge of it. Ha

  6. I dreamed a few nights ago that I found Angel and brought him home, but I know that's not going to happen. My gut feeling tells me he's gone, probably killed by the neighbour who didn't like animals and thought people in flats shouldn't be allowed to have them. Thankfully, that neighbour is also gone, moved out last week.

    1. River
      I apologize for not remembering that Angel was gone. (due to my sporadic blogging) I now recall that he was missing for a day, at that time and then I disappeared from blogging again. I know how much you loved him and you gave him that wonderful life. I'm happy for you that you have another cat, There is never a replacement but taking care of a pet, helps ease the pain a little.

  7. That little dog is indeed a cutie, BELVA.

    And the book you mentioned sounds like it's right up my alley. Too bad I'm already so many books behind!

    ~ Stephen

    1. Stephen
      Always good to hear from you (whenever I do resurface...hahaha). You seems like an old friend..... I know you're not old but blogging buddies can be friends. Our minds seem to travel the same paths.

      I've been to your place but waiting to listen to "that guy" before I comment. I've also tried your Battle of the Bands but I can't seem to be any judge of todays tunes. You know, I've done competitive dance most of my life and all I listen for is the beat. The words mean nothing. I did Robin's "battle" for a while because she is a dear friend but most of today's music, I just call, "draggy-ass old tunes." Sorry, it's just a generational thing.
      I'll be by

    2. No problem, BELVA. My 'Battle Of The Bands' contests actually cover a lot of musical ground, including older tunes (one of these days I'm planning to use the Nat King Cole tune 'Orange Colored Sky' -- I've already used 'Route 66' and 'Nature Boy').

      But I would guess that my other two blogs would be more to your liking:

      Stephen T. McCarthy Reviews...

      Ferret-Faced Fascist Friends

      I know you've visited F-FFF in the past.

      Incidentally, a good friend of mine, Bryan (although I call him Julio Seis-Abeja), recently collected links to 5 MASH episodes (free viewing at the Dailymotion website) in which I prominently appear. Let me know if you'd like me to post a link to one of them sometime. (I remember that you're a major MASH junkie. Ha!-Ha!)

      Bless And Be Blessed, My Friend!

      ~ D-FensDogG (aka Stephen)

  8. You're right. Tempus really DOES fugit. It's been so long since we've "chatted," I thought I'd check in on you. I'm glad to hear you have a new dog. If we ever adopt another dog, it'll be a senior pup, too. Puppies are wonderful, but an older dog is more settled and... comfortable. For now, our two cats are our only furry kids, but we have quite a few "granddogs."

    Take care, sweet lady. I'm so glad to hear you're still as feisty as ever.

    1. Susan
      It's so wonderful to hear from you. Yes it has been a long time but I think it's my fault because I'm "in and out" of blogging. I always seem to have too many other irons in the fire. I also have a shepherd-almost-two puppy that is a handful. But little PI, I never even know she is around.

      You have lovely cats and cats never seem to age. They found the secret to life. Thanks for stopping by.

  9. "She had already wiggled her way into me love circle..." Notice how I'm quoting you! That's pure poetry, is what that is, Belva. Thanks for calling me kiddo. Don't get to hear that a lot these days. Grandpa, yes. Kiddo, not so much. So 10 is old? Let me say that again: 10 is old. Hahahaha doesn't that sound absurd if you think about it taking into account the greater scheme of things (if there's such a thing).

    "Nutrient Power,........Heal Your Biochemistry and Heal
    Your Brain" by William J. Walsh... Will read it.

  10. Blueman
    Hey, I can call you "Kiddo" anytime. I hope you don't get to hear it much these days. I like to be unique. There's a newspeak going on out there and it doesn't include "kiddo."

    I don't know if you're kidding about reading that book but I find psychiatry fascinating. New puppy got a bloody hotspot from food allergy. I feed her better than dumping kibbles in a bowl BUT she wasn't used to "good food." Hence, the yucky bloody sore and I'm not good with that. Had I been a doctor, I'd do better as a shrink than a surgeon.
    I do have a daughter who suffers with mental problems when her brain is mal-nourished. The average shrink does not understand this (not really their fault..... it's what they are taught in med. school) They just keep feeding her drugs. I discovered this many years ago with the help of a chiropractor. With this new understanding of food and minerals, we got her to the point where she was leading a normal life. But, her one bugaboo is sugar. One tiny grain can start her on a downslide. Right now, she is critical and in a hospital far away from me. I want to bring her here but it's difficult without the support of the family.

    This doctor Walsh does exactly the kind of work that brought her back to reality before. He is also on a great number of vids on YT that are inspiring. Sounds like he does more work in Australia but he is an American. He's not a med doctor but he's a scientist and teaches this to medical doctors. I've been researching how I can get her tested again. It's difficult as I feel most (maybe all ) the shrinks think I'm the crazy old broad). One psychiatric nurse is interested and paying attention. I wish William J Walsh would magically appear and say, "I will test your daughter."

    Now, I'll say to myself, as my girlfriends father used to say to his ten kids, "Quit your bellyaching." Things will work out.

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