Hurrying

Saturday, October 26, 2024

I don’t know where to start or what to write about. I’m closely following the wars in Ukraine and the Middle East and the ferocious battle for America’s presidency. It doesn’t help my brain’s muddled state that my dog has gone missing (again!) after being allowed a few moments outside earlier.

Russia is training North Korean Soldiers to help it conquer Ukraine. Israel and Iran are bombing each other. American women’s rights are on the firing line. There’s plenty to worry about. I add a personal woe to the world’s. Who needs a dog that can’t be contained, and ultimately, what may become of him?

My brain might feel muddled, but it is informed and has decent opinions. I hope Ukraine wins over Russia and joins NATO. I hope the Middle East’s mixed population can merge and learn to live together. I hope Iran’s restrictive ruling forces will be overthrown and replaced by enlightened leaders. I hope heavy tanks run over Putin and Kim soon.

China’s power, potential, status, and my sweet dog’s future are also important factors to consider.

Dear Friends: Think through elements, gain defendable opinions, and above all, vote! Diana


Chasing Fate

Friday, October 25, 2024

Yesterday morning, the arrival of winter felt more real because ice was coating the waters for my chickens and horses. I got busy quickly, setting out heated buckets in the coop area and installing water heaters in the horse troughs.

High on my mind was that my dog Chase had been escaping, and very quickly. I couldn’t catch him in the act nor see how or where he was getting out. Finally, I saw and was again amazed by his strength and determination.

I watched Chase rush toward the six-foot fence. Getting close, he leaped directly at the fence fabric, his front feet grabbing high and rear feet grabbing nearly as high. He hoisted himself right over.

He accomplished that in four moves: running fast, leaping high, grabbing with front and back feet, and going over.

I put all the dogs inside my house and then worked, adding wire to heighten the escape area of the fence. Afterward, I fed the dogs before briefly allowing them outside again. Guess what? When the dogs came inside, there was no Chase.

He was invisible in the evening’s darkness; he wasn’t at the garage door where he usually appears after escaping. I checked and rechecked a sight of him. Finally, I gave up, went to bed, and left Chase in Fate’s unpredictable hands.

I worried all night.

When I let the dogs go outside before today’s first light, I saw Chase standing near the garage door. He came inside happy and no worse for wear.

This morning’s worries: Where might the fence need more height? Will more heightening help with containment? Or…?

Dear Friends: The AI-generated blog header is almost exactly Chase escaping. Diana

Thought Assist

Thursday, October 24, 2024

This year, I made some decisions quickly. Each ended with me overpaying for an outcome that might have been different. Essentially, my intense, determined focus turned me into my own victim.

A common understanding is that humans often make fast decisions that will most likely have costly consequences. Another is that excitement’s effect can overcome an innate human need for caution.

I was following this year’s Nobel Prize award, which introduced me to Daniel Kahneman’s classic book, Thinking Fast and Slow, published in 2001. In it, he explains critical elements of human rationality and irrationality. Reviews of that book encouraged my brain’s rational side, and I ordered it.

The book’s main thesis is that there are two modes of thought: “System 1” is fast, instinctive, and emotional, while “System 2” is slower, more deliberative, and more logical. 

I often find myself thinking and deciding rapidly. I wondered if I could gain insights from Kahneman’s work to help me pause such active, almost overwhelming thought processes. Essentially, by slowing thoughts appropriately, ideas might start regrouping.

Applying correct knowledge also could mean bypassing the awfulness of brain drain, money loss, and postmortem anxieties.

The book arrived yesterday, and today, I will start reading it.

Dear Friends: Ideas that may facilitate fast-moving thought processes are welcome. Diana

Outing

Wednesday, October 23, 2024

My donkey Pimmy looks better every day. She’s lost weight, and her Cushing’s Disease has done a number on her coat. What had been a “harsh donkey” coat has softened into a touch-inviting plush velvet.

Yesterday, I introduced Pimmy to a grazing muzzle. I led her on a short walk, but that was inadequate preparation for her to follow her horse friends freely and comfortably. I would be riding horseback that afternoon, and experience has taught that Pimmy would follow her horses but also nonstop try to rub off the muzzle. She needed more practice in the muzzle, so she stayed home. As her friends passed by en route to the horse trailer, Pimmy objected noisily.

My friend Anna and I had an enjoyable ride. She was on Rosie, and I was on Sunni, with my dogs running alongside. The horses hadn’t been ridden for a while and started off slightly jiggy. Anna rides beautifully, and soon, Rosie was moving quietly. My Sunni is easy to get along with, and her walk quickly became pleasant.

I’ve been too busy with various demands to work enough with the horses. That must change because great horses deserve proper exercise. I will make time to lunge and ride them and also work with Pimmy.

A surprise visitor arrived while I was out in the evening darkness to give the horses a last feeding. I wasn’t pleased about the happy visitor—my dog, Chase! After making yet another escape!

Dear Friends: On horseback and the dogs running alongside…a super outing. Diana

Daze Off

Tuesday, October 21, 2024

Yesterday, after feeding my horses and chickens, I spent a couple of hours raising the height of a section of the fence surrounding a large area where my dogs may be outside safely and in relative freedom.

I became intent on raising the fence section’s height. My puppy Chase had discovered a spot allowing a foothold that he could access, climb, and escape to freedom. He was freeing himself routinely, and I needed to interrupt his cleverness before he escaped more.

I found some unused fencing in a shed. I wired the extra fabric to the standing fence, lifting the fence top by a foot. I let the dogs out and watched Chase dash to the area of my fix, and he couldn’t climb.

I’d been working long hours at my part-time job in a large department store. I felt tired and decided not to work more on the property but instead go horseback riding. I’d take the dogs and they’d be able to run lots. Unfortunately, the area weather didn’t cooperate. The afternoon became very windy and cold, making me hesitate about physically being in the open and roaming on horseback.

Today is another off from my part-time job. If the weather cooperates this afternoon, I will gather the horses and dogs and head for the Great Outdoors.

By the way, today’s header photo might seem AI-generated, but it isn’t. It’s a photo of Sunni from my camera. It illustrates similarities between “constructed and real,” suggesting how much AI imagery has developed. It also illustrates how images on social media and other sources may confuse and manipulate us.

Dear Friends: The outside temp has dipped to 37 degrees–good gravy! Diana

Doggone Dog!

Monday, October 21, 2024

I’ll finally have these couple of days off from work. The department store where I work part-time is short on employees, so I’ve worked alone in the Jewelry Department. The department has been busy with increasing Christmas shoppers, and I’ve worked long hours.

Last evening, after coming home dog-tired, I was out feeding horses when my dog Chase appeared unexpectedly. He had escaped the yard but not by digging because little Mitzvah would have slid out, too. Chase must have discovered a vulnerable spot in my mostly eight-foot-high fence.

I returned him to the fenced dog area and watched him dash toward the dark side before reappearing beside me, free. Although the evening was early, darkness prevented locating and repairing the weak spot.

Later, I let the dogs out briefly in the middle of night. When Chase didn’t re-enter the house with the others, I opened the garage door and found him waiting to enter. Early this morning, I let the dogs out again. Soon, Chase was missing–this time, not waiting at the garage door nor responding to my calls, and it was raining.

Chase showed up at the garage about a half-hour later. Right now, he’s sleeping; he won’t go outside again until I have located and addressed his escape spot.

Chase is two and one-half years old and started living with me when he was eight weeks old. My property includes a half-acre that’s fenced for my dogs. My others are happy, but Chase is another story. He’s always digging, jumping, and seeking ways to achieve freedom, not because he’s unhappy or wants to leave, but simply because it is “who he is.”

I constantly worry about keeping him safe.

Over the years, I’ve lived with many dogs, some bigger than Chase’s fifty pounds. None ever behaved in manners as strong, smart, focused, and determined as Chase. He wants to be my constant companion, 24/7, which is impossible. Luckily, he’s still safe, and I hope he will age out of escaping behaviors.

Dear Friends: Just another “Chase Story” and unlikely the last one. Diana

Comfort

Sunday, October 20, 2024

The waning Hunter Moon was gorgeous in yesterday evening’s cloudless sky. I couldn’t resist its beauty while coming home from work and later feeding my horses. The moon’s fullness had softened some, making the globe seem huggable.

That’s my almost favorite moon sighting, second only to watching a full moon rise with light interrupting sky darkness.

The header photo is AI-generated and evolved more into what I wanted after several iterations. The technology is mind-blowing already and is improving rapidly. I’m finding it can adjust a single image to specific requests. My learning is asking correctly for desired specifics.

The moon’s attributes are mind images now, temporary feel-goods before I must prepare for today’s early shift at my part-time job. Yesterday, a scheduled co-worker was a no-show, and I worked longer to cover our area. Coming home, I was dog-tired and appreciating the visible, friendly moon.

Dear Friends: Christmas shoppers, already! The Season Has Begun. Diana

Moving On

Saturday, October 19, 2024

In my part-time work of selling jewelry in a large department store, I find many women shoppers deciding to tell me about their lives and their current, changing status. Generally, these women are in their seventies and beginning to cope with significant life changes. Those could be caused by a husband losing memory and becoming very dependent, or because a husband recently passed away, or because an individual is rethinking her life following an illness.

These ladies have in common that most have cycled through typical life phases, such as marrying, mothering, working, and retiring. Now, each faces a forced transition, and her future lacks the ongoing support and typical responsibilities she has understood, accepted, and accommodated for most of her life.

These women exhibit strength by articulating their situations and actively searching for different futures. Maybe they tell me their personal stories because I like people, and in the right circumstances, I will listen and ask questions.

My usual advice for exploring women is to “join a shared-interest group.” Most want to start “finding themselves,” identify as “newly alone,” and actively seek new roles, among others with similar lifestyles and interests.

At this point, I’m sorry to break away, but now I am running late for leaving to sell jewelry. I’m thinking about those women in transition and will say more in a future blog.

Dear Friends: New issues pioneered by people outliving typical expectations. Diana

Salute!

Friday, October 18, 2024

This AI-generated header image reflects my pleasure yesterday evening while watching this season’s lovely Hunter Moon. I planned to photograph this special moon before realizing my camera’s battery needed charging. So, I took a chair to my property’s highest hill and sat, sipping wine and reflecting.

Bright moonlight lit the evening sky. The combo felt warm, and my wine helped. I spent too much of the earlier hours working physically, shoveling and moving dirt from one section of my property to another, filling spots made bare by horse hooves.

Horse-keepers have few restful moments. We constantly spot areas prime for repairs. I needed last night’s clear sky, moonlight, wine, and especially time doing nothing.

Well, not “nothing,” because my brain was busy thinking about my lack of time to read the books stacked and waiting for me, about ongoing brutalities in Ukraine, the Middle East, Sudan, and Myanmar, and about the too-tight race between America’s presidential candidates.

The mind is a wonder, an attribute capable of adjusting and offsetting stress. Last evening’s mild temperature and sky beauties refocused me, making worries routine and not overwhelming.

Dear Friends: Fall weather turning colder means fewer sit-out evenings ahead. Diana

Sockin’ On

Thursday, October 17, 2024

Yesterday morning, while short of time, I hastily wrote my blog. Thinking about it later, I wondered why I claimed to be satisfied with having some socks featuring the images of a few outstanding women. I began thinking about women leaders over the years and know that many more images should be in my sock collection.

Admirable women in my lifetime have included the influential Eleanor (whom I mentioned yesterday) and, I’ll add, First Lady Betty Ford, who was open about her battle with alcoholism. I admire the one and only Ms. Fannie Mae Hamer, whose energy and activism have been featured on PBS. There’s Hillary, too, and although she’s very human and, like us all, has flaws, she’s knowledgeable with hands-on experience and would have been a capable President.

Those are some “quick grabs” from my list of admirable American women. Some of those I’m naming were active in the late 20th Century, and others are still active today. But now, recalling more outstanding women–those active in the nineteenth-century–I could list more of them.

If I could have image socks for all my choices, I’d need a standalone building to house them.

Our voting for America’s President has begun and will end soon. Many Americans, both men and women, remain daunted by thoughts of a woman in our national leadership role. In fact, women have excellent track records of successful leadership in other countries. Examples are Golda Mier and Angela Merkel.

Dear Friends: These are typical nail-biting days preceding the voting tabulations. Diana