Registering A Chuckle

Thursday, June 30, 2022

I have worked a full month at the supermarket WinCo. I like the well-managed store with alert and helpful co-workers. Time has sped; in two months I’ll start receiving employee benefits, including an excellent ESOP (Employee Stock Option Plan).

Now working at a bottom level, I recall my very-early jobs. While I was a kid, my mom said to learn typing, a sure skill for finding work. I became a fast accurate typist and worked as a secretary. Today, that’s sort of repeating. After learning cash register skills, I gained entry to WinCo. If my current position were to disappoint, new experience in groceries could carry me to a register at Safeway or Albertson’s.

I chuckle at this. I hold a Ph.D., have spent years in complex corporations working as an organizational expert. Now in this small city, my formal education and organizational skills are relevant only in my head. More generally relevant–and right up there with knowing how to type–are job-specific skills.

I am proud of having a viable entry to contemporary workplaces. I approach my role at WinCo with humor and good will, and look forward to gaining worker benefits. I’m pleased that the education in my head provides insights to the chain’s success.

It’s all fun, gaining information, insight, and learning, while punching cash register keys.

Dear Friends: A shout-out, thanking Mom (again!) for practical good advice. Diana

Turning Point

Wednesday, June 29, 2022

I have today off, feeling very tired from working yesterday until late evening. On the good news side, I learned that my 3:30 a.m. work-starting schedule arose as a computer error that’s been corrected. On the bad news side, I’ve not downloaded the dog-walk fun photos from my Canon Camera.

Before leaving for work yesterday, I became caught up by Cassidy Hutchinson’s testimony to the House Panel investigating the Capitol break-in. Finally, the Dems might have found their John Dean. Hutchinson’s description of the break-in-day’s events, what the players knew, how they knew it, and the way they behaved, is horrifying.

What’s amazing is that our democracy although ragged is surviving this tumultuous historical period. While current democracy ain’t pretty, consider its potential if the Congress would negotiate reasonably and our Judiciary were balanced to assess fairly.

We must continue to think, and hope, while also being active. Casting our votes is essential to keep this nation a democracy!

Dear Friends: Young Kassidy is a heroine for doing the right thing. Diana

A Hike With Puppies

Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Today is Summer Solstice! This day in our hemisphere has the longest daylight time in 2022.

I hiked with the dogs yesterday and took lots of pictures. This morning my Apple Computer won’t recognize my Canon Camera. I’ve troubleshooted the problem unsuccessfully and need help from someone more informed technically. I’ll work on that.

Meanwhile, the two puppies, Mitzvah and Chance, on their first real outing running loose in a BLM. That was their first time out with the whole pack. The puppies having never seen a body of water needed a safe introduction, so we were at a BLM where a narrow irrigation runs through.

Initially, both puppies were timid and frightened by the noisy canal. My older dogs knowing the area ran way ahead. I encouraged the puppies who followed bit by bit while exploring the canal banks. Suddenly, Chase took a plunge. Hearing a splash, I turned and saw him swimming easily for a few strokes. He crawled out, shook off water, and immediately became a different, bolder, puppy. He played along the bank-side, drinking and occasionally splashing into the water.

Mitzvah needed longer to gain confidence. She tiptoed to the water’s edge, fearful and hesitating to drink. Eventually, following Chase, she managing to start drinking. Mitzvah never did swim, but she began going frequently to the water, winding up with her legs and belly dripping wet.

We turned to hike back to the car and both puppies followed, playing hard, not needing my encouragement. They were having a great time.

I will figure out how to download the photos for another blog.

Noticeable was my Miles, a once fastest and most athletic trail buddy. Now almost ten years old, he has become arthritic. Miles is a great swimmer, but yesterday had difficulty exiting the canal. His rear barely could push his body up the bank. After our hike, he needed my help to climb into the Jeep’s front seat where he rides. For years, Miles ran over miles of trails with my horses and me. He was an outstanding athlete.

Dear Friends: Such fun out there; pictures will tell the story more, and better. Diana

Mutt No More

Standard Manchester Terrier puppy, breed photo

Monday, June 27, 2022

Yesterday, it struck me that my five month old puppy might not be a pure mutt. For whatever reason while watching him run, a breed popped into my mind, one I’ve not thought of in years. After doing some online research, I discovered myself onto something. I believe my puppy is a Manchester Terrier! He resembles a purebred in appearance, energy, and activities.

A photo from the internet matches to a tee my puppy, Chase. The AKC notes that it’s easy to recognize a MT, by its tight coat of rich mahogany tan and jet black, head long and wedge-shaped with tan spots above the eyes pointing up a watchful expression. A Manchester’s running motor has good reach in front, with a propulsive rear drive, powered by a muscular caboose.

All that’s my Chase! Plus, he has a Manchester’s long skinny tail which flexes that caboose.

I adopted him while working at Wilco, a local animal feed store. He was eight weeks old, carried into the store by a woman who claimed to represent a Warm Springs pet adoption facility. (Warm Springs is a Native American Reservation nearby in Central Oregon.) He was tired and quiet and adorable.

In a day or two, once rested and well-fed his “tired and quiet” disappeared. They were replaced by an increasingly active and fast. Over our couple of months, he’s demonstrated unstoppable energy, is a great match for my other energetic puppy, Mitzvah. She’s a Jack Russell. Those two play until they drop.

I’ve felt curious about a consistency of appearance as he grows. His coat texture and coloring haven’t changed, his body has sleeked, and conformation appears efficient and consistent. He doesn’t seem a typical puppy-mill mutt.

So popped into my head, Manchester Terrier. According to the AKC, Manchesters combine the streamlined grace of a small coursing hound and the instincts of a fearless Rat Terrier. I appreciate Rat Terriers, focused and fast, have wished for one to control barn and shop mice.

Chase is active and quick, it’s challenging to get a good photo of him. These from several weeks ago show his resemblance to breed.

Purebred is irrelevant, Chase is a great puppy. If not a named breed, he’s likely a future capable mouser.

Dear Friends: Today, I’ll try to capture good photos of buddies Chase and Mitzvah. Diana

Playdays

Oregon Badlands Trail

Sunday, June 26, 2022

All week I’ve complained of having to be at work by 7:30 a.m. Now I find that in a few weeks, my schedule has me starting to work at 3:30 a.m. Nobody asked if I’d be okay going to work at ungodly hours; but the store is a 24-hour operation. We all share and reap the benefits. I will do my part.

I am finding that shopping in the store satisfies most of my household needs. Easily, too, because I can shop right after working. I already have other nearby sources for non-groceries, like clothing, hardware, and ranching-oriented products.

Now, knowing my schedule ahead several weeks, I can start making plans to do fun stuff. High on my agenda are horseback riding, hopefully tomorrow. And taking the dogs out to run, hopefully today.

For the dogs, this time running as a pack will be for Mitzvah and Chase their first time loose and free. It will test their willingness to follow, their attentiveness to recalls. Normally, those concerns already would have been addressed. I’ve been too busy and preoccupied; for weeks haven’t felt like playing.

Well, that’s over. One who occasionally must arrive at work in very wee morning hours needs also to have a life. This is the right time for me and mine to go have fun.

Dear Friends: My camera will capture today’s adventure. Diana

Embracing The Odds

Saturday, June 25, 2022

Thankfully, my early-to-work mornings will end today, at least for a while. I’ve struggled to take care of my animals and position myself for leaving to work by seven a.m. Soon I’ll get another early shift, because we’re rotated, and fair enough. Maybe I’ll be organized to leave easily when next in the hopper.

Like most Americans I anticipated correctly how the Supreme Court would rule on two major situations. Nonetheless, I felt great disappointment, anger, and frustration on learning that the Court’s Majority did overturn the New York City gun carry law and Roe v. Wade.

I am a product of the era that enabled R v. W. Finally, women could decide whether to go through a pregnancy. For a change, we no longer had to depend on men to support unwanted babies. Finally free from kitchens and child-raising we had new opportunities.

We could work outside the home, could step beyond our dreams by becoming formally educated, finding careers, and being self-supporting. I explored the new freedom, became educated, found rewarding work, and took for granted that a Law would last.

Young people today see the world differently than did my generation. They will have to visualize and make their own future acceptable. Their achievements might or might not resemble my generation’s. It will be interesting to see how today’s youth cope with the overwhelmingly powerful elderly in our Congress and Judiciary.

These days I find myself coping backwards. It’s for performing baseline work in a modern retail establishment, which by the way is managed by younger people. I’ll find what’s possible to learn from them, and hope to interpret through their eyes modern social and political events.

It’s good that me likes the modern retail establishment, for again this morning it’s squeezing my freedom.

Dear Friends: Everything that happens can be a learning happening. Diana

Early

Friday, June 24, 2022

Today and tomorrow mornings are my last scheduled to start working at 7:30 a.m.

Well, working “there” means first accomplishing bunches of needed work here before leaving. Once in the store, it becomes a non-stop busy day at my cash register.

Checking out early morning groceries is an eye-opener. I’m surprised by the kinds of items people purchase, for example, high quantities of alcoholic products passing my register particularly are noticeable because I’m prompted to check a buyer’s ID.

There also are purchases, and aplenty, of junk foods, like donuts and candy.

Some people simply are early birds, getting ahead of the crowd and doing their shopping. Others have a business agenda and purchase in huge quantities, perhaps for restaurants and store shelves.

I’m practicing how to “read” grocery shoppers. I’m working with a game of guessing how they might pay their tabs. Depending on the types and amounts of products being purchased, I estimate if payment will be from food stamps, cash, or debit cards. I’m usually wrong, but gaming helps my brain stay awake.

I’ve never given a thought to what a register operator might be thinking about my purchases and me.

Dear Friends: Pimmy is braying, roosters are crowing; I must go feed critters. Diana

Musing

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Welcome, really warm weather! Finally, we Central Oregonians may change our closets by moving December wear to the rear and putting summer clothing up front. Yesterday at work, exchanges between customers and me mostly were appreciating the welcome weather.

That’s all I have time to write now as this is another early-at-work day. My mind is busy scheduling to-dos, they will consume my moments until leaving home. Yesterday, during my first early-at-work half-hour, my register was dead. Once customers began unloading baskets, my line became nonstop. Today should be the same.

Some of my coworkers seem interesting. Take for example, Sarah, a retiree. She was born in Holland, raised in England, and for many adult years lived in Ecuador. She and others with hefty backgrounds might help me feel less like a fish out of water in a workplace environment.

Okay, I must get ready to leave!

Dear Friends: Wishing you chances in lovely summer to be out and about. Diana

Irving & Me

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

For today and for another three days, I must be on my job at 7:30 a.m. That is pushing my morning routine forward; I am trying to wrap my head around soon going outside to feed the waiting critters.

I remember the lyrics of Irving Berlin’s army song, written for a movie, “This is the Army.” It’s to the tune of and cadence of the Army’s trumpeted morning reveille:

‘Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how I’d love to remain in bed;
For the hardest blow of all, is to hear the bugler call;
You’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up, you’ve got to get up this morning!
Some day I’m going to murder the bugler,
Some day they’re going to find him dead;
I’ll amputate his reveille, and step upon it heavily,
And spend the rest of my life in bed.’

Dear Irving, I completely understand.

By the way, Berlin was one of America’s greatest popular song writers. I suppose most young people have no recollection of ever hearing his name. Almost everybody knows “White Christmas” though. It’s one of his many songs.

Dear Friends: A quick good morning to you all. Diana

Summer

Wild Sego Lilly

Wednesday, June 21, 2022

The local weather finally is warming. We’re at this year’s midpoint, for Tuesday is the summer solstice.

This year, Central Oregon has been a cool enclave in contrast to other areas bathing in sweltering heat. I’ve not readjusted my closet, am still reaching for cold weather wear and winter jackets. Until yesterday, when it became warmer, and I wore a short-sleeve t-shirt while working outside.

Tuesday will be this year’s longest day. After that, our daily sunlight doses will begin dwindling and starting us toward fall and winter. Fall is a great season in this part of the country, the weather warms in a way that’s fine. Here it’s a pretty season offering great outings, and for me pleasant horseback riding.

Today, I’ll adjust my closet so that summer items easily are grabbable.

Fortunately, this high desert has received rain and might yield decent hay crops. That’s my next challenge, finding enough hay. My usual grower thinks he’ll have some, but he’s a country guy with an old country style, he doesn’t oversell. The typical price from a feed store for a two-string (~90 lbs.) bale of grass hay is $25.00. My equines and goats consume a bale easily within two days.

Dear Friends: With high hopes for warmth, rain, hay, and outside adventures. Diana