Friday, November 06, 2020

A photo is worth a thousand words, and today’s header has captured my joy on horseback.

That picture in my head these days helps to balance my brain. Much else is happening to consume time and energy. I’m busy, preoccupied and for awhile may hop less onto my horse and meander into beauty.

I write often about this time of stress among Americans. Our distress is from participating in and watching through this unusual election. The current tensions will be ongoing, for we’re asking, “What’s next?”, or, “Now, how are we going to govern?”

As America cycles through its changing of the guard, I chew on future worrisome possibilities. It’s mishmosh that fades during a horseback ride when I must focus on the horse. It’s less on my mind during my part-time working hours in a busy Costco. As a sample server, I’m assigned products and am responsible for hawking them to shoppers. Wait, since 2007 I was a sample server. It happens that the other day my boss offered to promote me to supervisor. Almost immediately, my training to the new position began.

For years as a retiree, I happily sauntered on a pleasant small ranch and cared for property and animals. My part-time, relatively easy work has motivated me to go out and be among people. At clocking-out time, that work has been forgettable. Years of serving samples makes it a “no-brainer”.

Suddenly, starting to view sample-serving processes differently, I’m slightly disoriented. A heightened sense of responsibility now speeds my activities. This is reflecting times in my long-ago career that offered an excitement of assuming new jobs. It’s intriguing, this unexpected opportunity to learn.

With a new job and an impending re-fi, I’m solidly in America’s threatened middle class, so vulnerable to interruptive politics and anticipated economic downturns.

Dear Friends: Oh, for shiny life-pathways that facilitate our journeys dependably. Diana

Thursday, November 05, 2020

In these days of political vote-countings, some friends and I are swapping texts to bolster our shared hopes that Democrats will win their races. Our observations and exchanges represent both commonality and community. Meanwhile, state-by-state counting processes are slow and confusing, they bum us out but we hang on, refusing to relinquish our dreams. In our lifetimes, we want to witness meaningful, real repairs to America’s politics and infrastructure, and a significant boost to America’s world status and influence.

Joe Biden could make America better, even if he winds up without a Senate that’s politically on his side. Joe’s been a professional politician for forty-plus years. He knows and has negotiated or worked with most others in key positions. He understands deal-making that benefits various positions. Throughout this last year of campaigning, only Donald Trump and his minions have spoken negatively about Joe Biden. Their believers in Joe’s corruption are Trump’s passionate supporters.

Ironically last year, in that first Democratic debate, Joe’s running mate Kamala delivered what might have been his hardest blow. From today’s perspective, few might find unusual or terrible that early in America’s desegregation process, Senator Biden resisted bussing children of color across towns to all-white schools. Kamala’s memory-story did strikingly criticise Joe, because of her uncanny ability to communicate at once on two levels. Her criticism had two extraordinary perspectives. One, her little girl’s fears in a separation from family; the other, her understanding of the good fortune in having been educated in integrated schools.

That debate moment and Joe’s later choice of Kamala as his running mate earns him high points for thoughtfulness and fairness. It’s a demonstration of his willingness and ability to operate within a larger picture that supersedes relatively unimportant incidences. Choosing Kamala set her communication talents on a trajectory that has underscored Joe’s humanity and experience, his planning and leadership skills. Kamala is proving herself an excellent co-campaigner, her supportive warmth and communication skills rise to a level of Jill Biden’s.

Our observations and hopes for a better future keep us texting, hoping, and mutually reassuring. We’re convinced that America could be more highly productive and offer increasing fairness to all citizens. No arguments can deny or reduce the values from great leadership. Leading well is a product of experienced, intelligent, capable, and essentially kind individuals. We couldn’t hope for any better than Joe and Kamala to renew America’s present circumstances, and encourage our better future to evolve.

Dear Friends: Every single moment of the vote counting business seems an eon! Diana

Wednesday, November 04, 2020

Today is: (1) National Stress Awareness Day, (2) National Chicken Lady Day, and (3) National Candy Day. Really?

Beginning with the stress bit. As of yesterday, everybody’s in the game and awareness is on steroids. In fact, heightened tension reaches a level of “international poster child” for stress awareness. I keep recalling and often re-muttering the sage words of MSNBC’s Brian Williams, who said, “The Democrats have never missed an opportunity to miss an opportunity.” Yes, the Dems again are proving you right, Brian. This time around they had the talent, lead time, issues, and the cash to nail it.

It so happens that I’m one of millions of other Chicken Ladies. This day is a welcome celebration of we who raise and love the yardbirds. We know them as way beyond beautiful. Essentially, chickens are alert and smart, their personalities are unique and fun, and “they give us their all”. I’m busy caring for large animals and working at an outside job, so can’t adopt more chickens. My surviving ten-year-old hens (LittleTail, PotAsh, and WellSummer) are alert and active. During daylight hours, they happily greet me always.

Actually last night, I had a personal national candy day while watching the countings of national votes. My part-time job at Costco makes easy buying excellent candy during price sales. I buy and stash my candy. I hide everything, try to forget the stash, and for long periods don’t give that candy a thought. Occasionally, I do wonder why my compulsion to self-test in such a weird way. Sadly last night provided an event of self-learning that victimized and enlightened me. The less my hoped-for team’s landslide failed to materialize, the more often and deeply I dived into my sweet stash.

Dear Friends: “Stress, Chickens, Candy”, a whole day’s worth of hefty themes. Diana

Tuesday, November 03, 2020 (National Sandwich Day, really?)

That’s Sunni comfortably standing in the small trailer and munching sweet hay. I’m now working with the horses separately to trailer train them. The reason for this is that Sunni is a piece of cake while Rosie is a complex sandwich. I’ve learned it’s too challenging to get both at once into and out of the trailer, unless another person is helping.

Rosie is capable of entering and standing quietly in the trailer, but sometimes she “talks back”. If she resists, I can’t also be managing Sunni. Yesterday, Rosie refused to step upon the ramp and some exercise on a lunge line reduced her nervous energy. Then as asked and without a hitch, she stepped onto the ramp and behaved well.

Going forward my training plan is to work with the horses individually. After each consistently enters willingly and stands quietly in either stall, I’ll practice loading and unloading them together.

Training is a layered, complex sandwich. The current trailer training is for both horses to enter a configuration different from what they’re accustomed to, and then stand quietly. Every training requires an understanding of unique ways in which individuals may react to new experiences. The difference between my horses is that Sunni wants to please a trainer, Rosie wants to make the decisions.

To succeed, and important as comprehending a horse’s nature, a trainer must reach deeply for self-understanding. Horses, to their most remote pores, are sensitive to what happens around them. A horse sensing a trainer’s tension becomes more tense itself and training fails. For a horse trainer ending a session, little feels worse than knowing the horse won.

I’m still a novice with horses. My years of working with them are a history of failures and stumbles into success. My horses and I have reached a reasonable mutual understanding, but now as a trainer, I’m again forced to search deeply for self-confidence. To reassure and calm my most sensitive horse, Rosie, I must focus on myself. That means breathing deeply, keeping my shoulders relaxed, and taking care to keep my voice quiet, my expressions neutral.

Yesterday’s training went well, because the horse didn’t win, we had a win-win. Feeling good, I walked uphill to my house and saw waiting up high, again that fabulous moon. I love that moon and fantasised about simply reaching up, plucking it from the sky, and putting that moon on a chain to wear around my neck. Here it’s a more realistic capture.

Dear Friends: Especially today, practice staying calm, breathe, relax, and wait. Diana

Monday, November 02, 2020

Hard work is paying off, wins are accumulating in introducing my horses to a two-horse straight-in trailer. Their training has progressed in steps. Now, on a command to enter or exit, both horses respond correctly. They tolerate being secured in the back by butt-straps, and too, being tied up-front. Yesterday to my joy, as the trailer’s ramp became lifted and secured, they were disinterested. There’s more ahead, for I’ve yet to try closing the trailer’s upper rear doors. If that goes well, too, I’ll begin pulling the loaded trailer short distances. That will allow the horses to learn how to balance while moving and different from how they maintain balance in my big three-horse trailer.

Shifting gears, I worked in Costco on Halloween Day, saw lots of people in fun costumes. The biggest surprise, and one that made me laugh aloud, was an appearance of our Costco Viking Guy. After work, I tracked him down for a photo.

The Costco employees work hard, but on holidays offer surprises. Around Christmas, one of the guys usually strolls through the aisles with his tuba and blowing out holiday music. This year, I’ll be sure to get his photo.

Speaking of photos, an amateur photographer encouraged me to use my iPhone for a picture of the blue moon that’s kept us alight night after night. This capture might not be the most wonderful, but is a joyful reminder of looking up at that most-gorgeous moon.

Recently, on a warm day, Anna and I loaded the horses, went for a ride. Here she’s on Rosie.

And finally, my little Louie has been diagnosed as having sprained his back. There’s no telling how that might have happened, but now Louie is happier. He’s a little high on opioids and once again his same bullying self.

Dear Friends: There’s more to write about “clock-turning-back”, but on another morning. Diana

Sunday, November 01, 2020 (Time Change Day)

Thankfully, I have several electronic clocks that self-adjust. Since I forgot this is a time-change day, my old fashioned clocks remain set to DST. Sure I’ll change them, but it’ll be a few days until my brain retreats from DST. These semi-annual time changes force us to adjust what our brains comprehend, for brains do follow the light and a time change rattles the norm. Today’s light change will make me struggle some and make my animals’ brains happier (they’ll earlier receive vittles).

For eons human brains tended to deal with events that recurred, some large, others small, but all relatively ordinary. Inventions did crop up, like battlefield equipment for wars and a printing press to issue learning. Also there were creative thinkers. There weren’t many highly influential change-drivers. In contrast, our recent past has been filled with ideas and inventions, changes that loom unendingly. We’re forced now always to adapt to new norms.

It’s interesting to reflect on changes that have evolved socially and technologically, that have demanded huge changes in people’s thoughts, activities, and personal/interactive behaviors. By viewing historical changes alongside a view of now social conflicts, we measure how deeply affected we are, how broadly our needs are expanding, and how greatly complicated are our struggles.

Today, I’ll consider all this while wending through readjusted daylight hours. My adjusting will be a small chore, but it heaps onto a general feeling of discomfort.

Dear Friends: In several days, we may hope to gain more sense of how our future lays. Diana

Saturday, October 31, 2020 (Halloween)

My neighbor Susie forwarded a video link that captures the Halloween tradition of a woman who rides horseback through the streets of Chinook, a small town in Washington State. On each of the last twelve Halloweens she’s ridden, costumed in black, as the headless horseman. The locals love it.

Me, too, and so, I decided to ride similarly through my neighborhood this Halloween in the mid-afternoon hours. Friends offered creative ideas for making a headless costume, and I considered contacting my friend, Janet–a whiz at designing costumes, loves Halloween, and might costume-up and ride with me.

Meanwhile, the beginning of this holiday season keeps me busy in my part-time job at Costco. Lacking extra time and energy, I’ve failed to move forward in copy-catting Chinook’s Halloween rider. Riding headless seems an idea that’s too fun to drop, so it’s my next-year’s Halloween goal. I’ll speak early with Janet for her ideas and talents.

Tap the link, enjoy the ride: https://www.kgw.com/article/news/local/washington-womans-head-turning-halloween-tradition-rides-again/283-644808e5-c36d-4812-9101-a33f4a644d0b

Dear Friends: Innovating seasonal activities may make our traditions more fun. Diana

Friday, October 30, 2020

My twelve-year-old mini-Aussie, Louie, recently began showing signs of suffering from arthritis. In the mornings he struggles to crawl from a donut bed and onto his feet. During awake hours, his legs sometimes fail and he may limp or stumble. He’s had to wait a couple of weeks for an appointment with a knowledge preferred vet, and tomorrow, he’ll receive a physical and relief meds.

He’s a cute guy, weighs about twenty-five pounds, is loyal and tough as nails. For years, Louie has run with my horses, keeping up over bunches of miles, various terrains and occasional water crossings. He attempts to rule his three (bigger) canine pals, they tend to ignore him. Besides loving to be out running, Louie adores balls, and used to raid neighbor’s homes to steal their dogs’ balls.

Louie’s not a pooch for everybody. He can be particular about strangers wishing to approach him and may behave aggressively. Otherwise, he’s affectionate toward people who are very comfortable around dogs (he’s an expert at sensing this).

Yesterday evening as we’ve often done, Louie joined me out to release horses from the barn. He was hanging-out in an outer-fenced area when Sunni, who was loose, approached. Louie backed away but was stopped by a fence he used to crawl under. Now unable to drop low to crawl, he instead snarled and barked at Sunni. Her front leg kicked out at him and I panicked, yelled, “Stop!” Sunni paused as Louie pushing aside arthritis bellied under the fence.

I found he’d not been hurt, but now understand that his arthritis makes unsafe many habitual activities.

So half my dogs, Louie and Miles, are arthritis patients. Here’s hoping the doc finds that Louie, like Miles, has an ordinary case, caused by activity and aging. Please, not the autoimmune disease, rheumatoid arthritis.

Dear Friends: Louie was very lucky to have not received that hoof’s kick-out. Diana

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Friday, October 29, 2020

I’ve a “reminders list” that today says I’m to move trash to the curb for pickup, and I should start the SUV’s motor to insure its charge. It also notes that this is a National Cat Day. So, here’s a shout-out to the many cats that over the years have adorned my dwellings, and all equally have know how to wrap themselves around my feet in my attempts to walk.

In the old days when we had wired telephones, loud ringings tempted hurried responses. I had to train myself to move slowly and cautiously so as not to stumble and fall, for if I tried moving forward with intent, my kitty (doesn’t matter which) busily would be making figure-eights before my feet. Thankfully today, even as my cat is trying to trip, a usually handy cell phone reduces answering dangers.

This morning, thinking about my past kitty colocataires, I tried to count their numbers and had to give up. Long ago, I was active with a kitty rescue group and temporarily housed many kitties of all ages, in various health conditions. I attended adoption events and helped rescues find permanent homes. Here’s the odd thing, to me each was mine and even today I miss every one of them.

I think back, about Velvet, Marigold, Elvis, Patch, Simon, Shady, and a continuing list. Sure, they were cats, but each with its own, unique physical characteristics and personality. I remember them all but trying to count them loses me to the remembering.

My current colocataire, Maxwell, nicely summarizes them. He’s beautiful, a silver tabby, a fellow lovable, very friendly, and an efficient hunter. As my colocataire, he’s smart and usually knows what I’m trying to communicate, but mostly ignores my messages unless they’re about something he wants.

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Yes, to me his physicality, sweet temperament, and sometimes bravery seem to summarize my past kitty colocataires. I surmise that other folks who enjoy cats usually adopt more felines than dogs. While cats generally are easier to live with they’re no less traumatic to lose. Cats as well as dogs are unforgettable.

Dear Friends: I appreciate that a day is dedicated to these wonderful critters. Diana

Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Recently, after proposing to a friend that we meet for coffee, it struck me that throughout this year I’ve avoided all public eateries. Plus, I stay away from public restrooms even where I work and sometimes am challenged. My self-imposed boundaries are a wanting to distance from CoronaVirus. Anyway, my friend has other commitments and later on we will arrange to meet.

I’ve come to believe in masks and that they’re essential in all public venues. I work in an often very crowded big box store where employees and customers must wear masks upon entering. The employees and most customers are diligent about mask wearing, but some customers after having entered do half- or totally drop their masks. Those if asked to re-mask may become belligerent. It’s stunning how many Americans consider the virus a totally false notion. They’re certain it’s a political inspiration that’s been strong-armed on American citizens by bad people opposed to the current top administration.

Anyway, I’m a believer of an active virus and in wearing masks. After several months working in a crowded venue among many who inadequately are masked, I and my co-workers (none of us youngsters) are healthy. This accounts much for my confidence.

It’s heartwarming to find a large percentage of others showing that they agree. Many pushing shopping carts have small children sitting inside, or little ones outside and trying to help push, or have kids simply tagging along. Their small children wear masks and try to keep them properly adjusted.

I wish that CoronaVirus were our single most major public problem. Unfortunately, this hard-fisted election season has opened many concurrent, heart-wrenching, public concerns. As individuals, our best bets are to wear masks while among others, keep a watch on events as they more unfold, and maintain hope that national issues may be resolved favorably.

Dear Friends: Looking forward to better days like, “Hey, let’s meet for coffee!” Diana