Just a short rant--I keep looking for groups on Facebook and "real life" that offer opportunities, tips, resources, etc for people with physical handicaps, but they are very hard to find and slip through my fingers as fast as I can find them. I've found a few groups on Facebook that seem to be abandoned. Others are only for people who want to ski, go rock climbing, compete in marathons, etc, even though the members are all paralyzed to some degree. My goals are not that lofty. I only want to live a normal life for a 50+ year old woman who likes to occasionally lunch out without suffering the indignity of getting trapped in a walker-eating doorway, shop in a store with aisles wide enough for people to limp through with mobility aids, enjoy a show or a sporting event in which I can be seated comfortably without the staff having to pass me on to three or more other people because no one knows how to "handle" a mobility aid and they can't figure out where to seat me.
Oh, I forgot to mention that many of the "disability" groups are mostly for the mentally-challenged, and the jury is still out of whether I fit that description, ha! And some are so vague in their description of what they are about and who their members are, I decide they aren't for me because I'm not looking for more confusion in my life right now.
The End.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Monday, August 5, 2013
House Hunters
Sometimes I watch "House Hunters" on HGTV if I'm off my feet for any length of time. It amazes me how some people who don't appear to have any steady source of income cry "poverty" and must stick with a ridiculously high "budget." of more than most people here in Michigan will ever be able to afford. Equally amazing is how a house can be priced at something like $180K and only have two bedrooms, one tiny bath and a cracked foundation! I know things are "different" in Michigan, but am I living in a parallel universe?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Lost Opportunities
A house Bill and I coveted several years ago is now on the market. It is on Harrison Avenue, the paved part between Ludington Drive and Surrey Road, and has the screened-in porch I'v always wanted. There's a detached 2-car garage, four flat, cleared acres, mostly out back, that Bill could have used tor a practice track and plenty of room for a good-sized dog run. It's one story with some nice extras like a sidewalk from the garage to the front door, and a covered entryway. I believe the previous owner had passed away shortly before we started looking at it, and it's possible the house has been vacant all this time. It's currently listed for $37,000. but it never came on the market while we were looking and we never knew why.
I actually know a couple for whom this house would do very well. Close for his job, close to the residence of her business associate; they'd save a fortune on gas. It needs work, but they have a master carpenter in the family who could fix whatever they can't do themselves. But, she is screwing me over, or trying to anyway, so I'll never tell.
I actually know a couple for whom this house would do very well. Close for his job, close to the residence of her business associate; they'd save a fortune on gas. It needs work, but they have a master carpenter in the family who could fix whatever they can't do themselves. But, she is screwing me over, or trying to anyway, so I'll never tell.
Just A Little While Longer...
Little Dreamboat Annie, as I call her, is already mastering the doggie door and knows that "going potty" is done outside--however at just over 6 weeks of age she hasn't mastered "control" yet. Today she got a gentle brushing and offered her tummy so I could get her all evenly groomed. Rugs are coming up off the floor until she's completely potty-trained, and I've stocked up on Swiffers and wet-mops. I treasure this time with her so much--we've never had such a young baby before!
On a totally different subject: why don't dollar stores carry something as basic as string or twine?
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Changing of the Guard (Dogs)
Abandoned this little project a while back when I was too busy, yet not going anywhere, but it's time to get back at it. The day before yesterday we bought a puppy.
Our previous puppy, Jerry, lived only until 2 1/2 years old. He had a chronic inflammatory bowel disease, probably since birth, that worsened faster than the vets could treat it and we finally had to make the difficult decision to just let him go. It was a valiant fight, but when it became clear that we were not going to win, we made the decision that we were not going to make him suffer. As long as he maintained a level of devilment and playfulness we'd keep on fighting, but one day he began failing very fast and we took him in to Surrey Vet and had him peacefully released while we held him in our arms. We requested his cremains but we don't know yet how we will memorialize him.
Immediately, people came out of the woodwork offering to give us the dogs they wanted to be rid of! I don't know how many such offers Wild Bill fielded, but I had 7 in one day last weekend! I am all about "recycling" pets, having adopted my beloved Cooper from a rescue group in western Michigan, but I just wasn't ready. Cooper was really enjoying being an only dog, and I'll confess I was enjoying the "freedom" from life with a problem child. But Bill came to me Wednesday night and told me, "I know what my problem is."
"Which one?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant, but being unable to resist the opening for a jab. "Haven't you noticed how depressed I've been lately?" he persisted. And yes, besides my own bouts of inconsolable weeping and deep pangs of loss, I'd noticed he was even quieter than usual and smiled even less than what was normal for his grouchy self.
But I'm proud of him for admitting to his sadness and weakness, and for being willing to step right up and fill that void with a new dog right away. Happily I skipped off to the Clare County Animal Shelter to see if there were any guests of the county that might interest him. There weren't, but new dogs come in all the time, plus there are several other county shelters in a 50 mile radius.
But there was a breeder in Coleman who had one purebred German Shepherd little girl left, and we drove out to see her. They called her "Pinkie" because she was wearing the pink plaid collar, and she and her litter-mates turned 6 weeks old that day. Normally I don't like to pull a puppy from their mother until 8 weeks or so, but these pups were all fully weaned already; healthy, fluffy, active little darlings! Pinkie attached herself to Wild Bill's legs and feet immediately; she accepted my presence and my holding her but it was clear from the moment she caught Bill's scent that HE was her Daddy, and she was going to be Daddy's Little Girl!
So this is Annie:
Our previous puppy, Jerry, lived only until 2 1/2 years old. He had a chronic inflammatory bowel disease, probably since birth, that worsened faster than the vets could treat it and we finally had to make the difficult decision to just let him go. It was a valiant fight, but when it became clear that we were not going to win, we made the decision that we were not going to make him suffer. As long as he maintained a level of devilment and playfulness we'd keep on fighting, but one day he began failing very fast and we took him in to Surrey Vet and had him peacefully released while we held him in our arms. We requested his cremains but we don't know yet how we will memorialize him.
Immediately, people came out of the woodwork offering to give us the dogs they wanted to be rid of! I don't know how many such offers Wild Bill fielded, but I had 7 in one day last weekend! I am all about "recycling" pets, having adopted my beloved Cooper from a rescue group in western Michigan, but I just wasn't ready. Cooper was really enjoying being an only dog, and I'll confess I was enjoying the "freedom" from life with a problem child. But Bill came to me Wednesday night and told me, "I know what my problem is."
"Which one?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant, but being unable to resist the opening for a jab. "Haven't you noticed how depressed I've been lately?" he persisted. And yes, besides my own bouts of inconsolable weeping and deep pangs of loss, I'd noticed he was even quieter than usual and smiled even less than what was normal for his grouchy self.
But I'm proud of him for admitting to his sadness and weakness, and for being willing to step right up and fill that void with a new dog right away. Happily I skipped off to the Clare County Animal Shelter to see if there were any guests of the county that might interest him. There weren't, but new dogs come in all the time, plus there are several other county shelters in a 50 mile radius.
But there was a breeder in Coleman who had one purebred German Shepherd little girl left, and we drove out to see her. They called her "Pinkie" because she was wearing the pink plaid collar, and she and her litter-mates turned 6 weeks old that day. Normally I don't like to pull a puppy from their mother until 8 weeks or so, but these pups were all fully weaned already; healthy, fluffy, active little darlings! Pinkie attached herself to Wild Bill's legs and feet immediately; she accepted my presence and my holding her but it was clear from the moment she caught Bill's scent that HE was her Daddy, and she was going to be Daddy's Little Girl!
So this is Annie:
The first night was a mess. Bill is temporarily working the overnight shift, and we put Annie in a crate for the ngith with cuddly things, a little chow and a bowl of water. SHE NEVER SHUT UP ALL NIGHT LONG! Poor Cooper's nerves were just shot! So last night when she fell asleep next to Bill's recliner, I just let her lay there and snuggled up next to Cooper on the spare bed in the office and fell asleep watching some special-effects movie. She did fine! A few piddle spots in the kitchen and a big healthy poop on the chair mat (thank you for not doing that on my floor!)
So as we start another chapter in our lives, I thought it was time to start up my animal-loving, non-productive, no-income, lopsided and crippled diary. Again. Now with (hopefully) less bitch.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Dog Day Afternoon
I've been SO BUSY since joining C.A.R.E. of Clare County, I've neglected my blog, which is no big deal because I have no followers! But I had the greatest experience last Saturday at my first adoption event. Betty Lloyd and her daughter Alyssa Nolan brought two puppies they had been fostering at their house, and both were snapped right up! Both are settled in with their new families--lovely people who totally fell in LOVE with the cuties!
My role with C.A.R.E. is somewhat of a "fringe" role. Because of my physical condition and my reliance on Wild Bill for so much, I am unable to foster dogs myself. In fact, my walker tends to freak out dogs that aren't used to it, so I unfortunately need to keep a greater distance between myself and dogs. Cats, however, are a different story. I am an almost constant big, wide, cushiony lap, and some even like to perch or ride on the seat of my rolling walker! So I am the group secretary, the mom figure, and the one who stands behind the table and takes the money for the sold goods for our fundraising. This allows our president, Betty, free to schmooze and for Alyssa, her teenage daughter, free to walk leashed dogs around the store or hall or wherever the event is. That's okay, but I really miss the schmoozing, and I miss many opportunities to meet other rescue people or adoptive owners. :(
Another new responsibility I've taken on is making a new Facebook page for the Clare County Animal Shelter and use it to improve public relations. This brings me down to the shelter frequently, and I try to get down there once a week or so as long as the ice in the parking area doesn't make it too dangerous. Here again, I'd LOVE to go into the back and visit with all the dogs, but the walker freaks them out. But again, this Gimp embraces the opportunity to network with another fine group of people and to do something worthwhile!
My role with C.A.R.E. is somewhat of a "fringe" role. Because of my physical condition and my reliance on Wild Bill for so much, I am unable to foster dogs myself. In fact, my walker tends to freak out dogs that aren't used to it, so I unfortunately need to keep a greater distance between myself and dogs. Cats, however, are a different story. I am an almost constant big, wide, cushiony lap, and some even like to perch or ride on the seat of my rolling walker! So I am the group secretary, the mom figure, and the one who stands behind the table and takes the money for the sold goods for our fundraising. This allows our president, Betty, free to schmooze and for Alyssa, her teenage daughter, free to walk leashed dogs around the store or hall or wherever the event is. That's okay, but I really miss the schmoozing, and I miss many opportunities to meet other rescue people or adoptive owners. :(
Another new responsibility I've taken on is making a new Facebook page for the Clare County Animal Shelter and use it to improve public relations. This brings me down to the shelter frequently, and I try to get down there once a week or so as long as the ice in the parking area doesn't make it too dangerous. Here again, I'd LOVE to go into the back and visit with all the dogs, but the walker freaks them out. But again, this Gimp embraces the opportunity to network with another fine group of people and to do something worthwhile!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Superstorm Sandy
Normally I abhor the practice of blaming the victims, but tonight I feel I must cross that line. I am so pissed at all the East Coasters jumping in front of TV cameras and demanding Help Now! I am totally behind Governor Chris Christie, who told the people of his state: you were warned to evacuate. Those of you who ignored that warning and now need help? We're not sending anyone out in the DARK to go rescue you, and you'll just have to wait your turn to get water, blankets, gas, etc.
Honestly, people, Katrina was not that long ago. Did we learn nothing from that?
Honestly, people, Katrina was not that long ago. Did we learn nothing from that?
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