Two Word Tuesday

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February 13- Rile and/or Agitate

Yesterday I had the unpleasant experience of having to call the Animal Services Unit to my home because a poor emaciated hound dog was in my front yard.  He had labored breathing and tremors, I believed he was dying.

Today on my home from quilting I decided to stop at the Animal Shelter to see how he was doing.  I fully expected for them to tell me he had died through the night.  To my surprise, the woman at the shelter told me he had actually stood on his own and ate some food today.  She went on to tell me he was by no means out of the woods, but he had improved from when they brought him into the shelter.

As we stood talking about his deplorable condition, I was becoming more agitated as the time went on.  Although I was feeling a bit embarrassed by this reaction, I soon realized that not only was the woman who was speaking to me agitated over the situation, but the young officer who was sitting by his desk was also exhibiting signs of agitation.

It was at this time I began to wonder if I used good judgement by stopping in to check on that poor dog.  I felt responsible for upsetting these wonderful people who are so caring toward the abandoned animals.  I voiced this to the young woman speaking with me.  She responded that they don’t need anyone to instigate their feelings of annoyance about the terrible way some people treat animals, they see so much of it daily.

I was so saddened by the fact that so many animals are treated this way.  I expressed my gratitude for their wonderful work and asked if I could stop again to check on the hound.  She told me I could stop anytime to check on him.  Even though I find this upsetting, I will definitely check on him again.  I know that his rally today might just be the calm before the storm, but if not, I doubt he will be adopted due to his age.  I hope that I am wrong because every old dog deserves to die in a warm loving home being spoiled.

Wanda

School Anxiety

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Daily Prompt:  Conjure, Lecture

When I was in high school, I used to suffer from anxiety over one of my classes.  Most of them I loved, but I didn’t like history.  I would conjure up all kinds of terrible failures over not being able to remember important dates.  I actually could fall asleep during my history lectures.  All of that changed when I took United States History with Mister Lebegern.

For the first time in my life, I enjoyed my history class.  He made the content interesting and took the time to teach me some very good study techniques for remembering the important dates I needed to remember.   What this teacher taught me was invaluable to not just the rest of my high school career, but also my college years.

I am very grateful to Mister Lebegern and his dedication to his students.  He made the world of difference to me and my history anxiety.

Wanda

KISS

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Daily Prompt:  Mnemonic

My all-time favorite mnemonic is KISS.  Keep It Simple Stupid, or Keep It Simple and Short.  I am not sure where it came from, but it is a great way to keep things uncomplicated.

I became acquainted with this little ditty when I began teaching some quilting workshops.  One of my students looked at me and said, Kiss, I like it.  Not knowing what in the world she was talking about, she explained to me that it was a mnemonic.  Ever since it has been one I use often.

Wanda

 

Color Your World

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Week 7, February 11 – 17

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This week I have decided to participate in pictures instead of writing.  Unfortunately, I have obtained these photos from the http://www.  I have not had the opportunity to be out shooting pictures recently.  But the colors this week cried out to me to be portrayed in pictures.

 

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Boston Fern

 

 

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Bluegreen Waters of Honduras

 

 

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The Goldenrod is but a weed.

 

 

 

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Melons

 

 

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Orchid Orchids

 

 

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Queen Elizabeth of England

 

 

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Jazzberry Jam Hibiscus

 

Have a colorful week!

Wanda

A Very Disturbing Experience

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Daily Prompt:  Enroll, Bewildered, Tend, Simplify, Insist

I have missed the daily prompts this month for a few days.  So, I have linked some of them together in this post.

My daughter called me on her way home from the doctor’s office asking if I minded if she stopped on her way past to rest a bit.  She had developed a migraine with all the symptoms that go with it.  Of course, I said she could stop.  I was a bit bewildered that she had called to ask permission but realized she must have left her key to my house at home.  She simply wanted to know if I was home.

Kelly had laid down for about an hour after taking her migraine medication.  I got her up in time for her to pick up my grandsons from school.  We said goodbye, she headed to the car and for some reason instead of walking around the front of the car which was the shortest route to the driver’s door, she went around the back of the car.

I saw that she had not started the car yet and was wondering what was taking her so long.  Lo and behold, Kelly came back into the house saying, ”  There’s an old dog behind my car and I can’t get it to move
straydog1 (2).jpgI approached the dog who didn’t move.  I tried to give him some water and food, he just turned his head away.  This poor animal was emaciated and had cuts on his back and paws.  You could see and feel his ribs.  He was soaking wet from the rain.  When he laid on his side he moaned in pain.  He was wearing a red collar with broken pieces of rope on it.  He clearly had been out on his own for a while.

I walked into the house to grab my cell phone to call the Sheriff’s Animal Services Office and when I returned outside there were about 25 turkey vultures circling in the sky.  I was afraid to go back into the house for fear they would land and begin feeding on him before he stopped breathing.  So, I sat outside with the poor dog gently petting his head.  He began to have tremors so I covered him with a blanket which seemed to help.  He began breathing heavily and never opened his eyes until the Sheriff Department came for him.

The two gentlemen who arrived were very kind to the dog.  They gently wrapped him in the blanket that was there, picked him up and placed him in their truck.

Not to oversimplify what I was feeling, but anger says it all.  I tend to become very vocal when animals are abused or neglected or mistreated.  When God put humans over straydog2.jpganimals, He did not have mistreatment of them in mind.

You know to own a dog here in this state you must have a dog license.  If I were in charge I would insist that anyone attempting to get that license enroll in a course on how to take care of their dogs.  But I guess it would be like anything else, people would not follow the rules and defenceless animals would still suffer.  It makes me just a little bit nuts.

There must be a special place for people who neglect, abuse and throw their animals away like trash.

This is not the first experience I have had with this problem.  A few years ago a litter of kittens were left in an old birdcage on the front of my property.  At nine o’clock at night, my husband opened the back door to let our dog out, and seven little furry kittens came running into the house.  Thankfully, they were able to get out of the cage and find their way to our back door.  I took them right up the street to the shelter in the morning.  

Wanda

 

 

 

 

 

Birthdays

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Daily Prompt:  Tend, Simplify

Today I get to celebrate two of my favorite people’s birthdays.  My grandson Andrew turns fourteen today.  I can’t believe the years have passed so quickly.  I tend to still think of him as a little boy.  He certainly is growing into a fine young man.  His mother, however, isn’t always convinced.  She’s in the teenage shock years.

I chuckle and tell her he is just like you.  To that, she asks how I ever put up with her.  I simplify my answer by just saying it was illegal to murder your kids and my reward for not doing so is my grandchildren.  🙂

The other birthday is that of my youngest granddaughter, Isabella.  She turns two today.  She has turned into a toddler who is smart, funny and simply one of the brightest lights of my life.  Unfortunately, she lives far away and my only visit with her will be via facetime.  I am not really complaining, just wishing I could be with her in person.

Tomorrow all the family with the exception of my son’s family will be going out to dinner to celebrate Andrew’s birthday.  I am blessed to have him living close.I hope we can also get Isabella on the phone so we can celebrate a little with her too.

This modern world with cell phones that allow visits across miles is wonderful.  What a great time we live in.  I remember the show the Jetsons.  It was an animated futuristic show that had picture phones they used.  Who would have thought that they would become a reality that everyone used?

Today I will be spending the day at my granddaughter Alannah’s dance competition.  The kick off of her season is today and thankfully it is being held at the local community college.

God has truly blessed me with a wonderful family.

Have a wonderful day!

Wanda

 

 

Welcome To My World Or My Tale of Woe

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February 10, 2018 tail/tale

Have you ever had one of those days?  You know, the kind of day that makes you just want to buy a gun and shoot something.  Well, I really would never do anything like that, but I sure came close yesterday.

Actually, yesterday was not really the beginning of this tale of woe, but rather just the last in a series of incompetent, thoughtless, events that have been making my life miserable.

My banking institution lost a deposit that was made by my daughter into our joint account.  This account was opened because we do not live in the same town and she and her husband have been helping me financially to help get me through some rather unfortunate circumstances.  I am truly blessed.

Ok, getting back to the lost deposit.  My daughter made the deposit the last week of January.  It was a week before I called her to see if she had forgotten to go to the bank.  She informed me the had gone.  I hated to tell her that it was never credited to our account.

My daughter went to her branch to investigate.  She was told that they could not locate the deposit and since she did not have her receipt there was nothing they could do.  Did you just hear my head snap around to look at the teller?

Ok, fast forward to this past Monday.  I went to my branch of the bank to pick up some papers that were faxed to them from the mortgage department.  The first thing I get told is that no one has seen these papers.  You guessed it.  The steam began to flow out of my ears.  The teller supervisor at my branch is a wonderful, caring, helpful woman who walked from behind the teller window and investigated what might have happened to them.  After a few minutes, she came walking out from a back office with papers in hand.  Needless to say, no one else was interested in assisting me.

It was at this point that I decided to voice my dissatisfaction with the institution that had the honour of taking care of my money.  I spoke to one of the officers of the branch explaining all of the unbelievable crap that I had been going through since my husband had passed away in 2016 and the lost deposit was just adding insult to injury.

She very diligently lodged a complaint with the home office.  By the time I arrived home, my phone was ringing.  This woman, I’ll call her Pia, (get it? as in pain in the ass) was not the least bit happy with me for lodging the complaint because she was the one responsible to locate the missing deposit.  She also felt that for my daughter and I to suspect that the money was pocketed by the teller was just the worse thing that she had ever heard of.  I explained that when my daughter investigated what happened to the deposit she was basically told that there was no recourse.

Now, here is where it gets really good.  My daughter used her debit card.  So, how is there no record of the deposit?  I specifically asked this Pia if there isn’t a record of every time the card is swiped.  I was told yes.  I asked if the bank card number was a unique signature.  I was told yes.  I asked her if the teller used the bank card, can’t she determine what happened.  I was told yes.

My daughter went back to the bank to again look into it.  She did not remember the exact date, but it was the last week of January.  She was told that there was no way for the bank to generate a report on her bank card.  So, in other words, tough cookies!

Ok, that’s the history.  Today Pia, called me to tell me that my daughter’s story is inconsistent and that there was nothing she could do about the missing money.  In other words, she insinuated that my daughter lied about the deposit.  Her reasons for saying nothing could be done was the fact that there was no receipt, she could not remember the exact date and that there was no record of her accessing bank 24 the online customer service site to have the home office look into it.

Can you imagine my reaction?  I told her that number one, my daughter was taught not to lie and she had no reason to lie about a deposit that was causing her so much grief.  For the record, my daughter is 46 years old.  Number two, I reminded Pia, that she had told me that a receipt was not necessary and further told me the debit card would indeed have a record of the transaction so it was not necessary to know the exact date.  Number three, the darn bank 24 customer online service has not been working for the last several days.

Now here’s the kicker.  Pia told me I was lying.  I asked for the name of her boss and a phone number I could reach that person with.  She refused to give it to me.  Can you believe this?  I was livid!

First thing Monday I will be closing my accounts.

I was so upset that I sliced open two fingers as I tried to cook supper last night!

Wanda