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Somebody:
Well, I'm from Canada and I might as well say so.  Great country here.  I love it, especially The Great White North, and I'm one of the proud ones.  I see my country as a safety zone in this world, a place where freedom and equality are of highest value and are greatly respected (even though some may take advantage of this being so- and my idea of safety zoneness is a bit unrealistic).  It's something my Grampa said to me.  "Canader is a great place."

I woke up thinking about my Grampa this morning.  How I loved my Grampa!  What a sly, old, fella he was!  Used to pour half a bowl of sugar on his corn flakes every morning.  Why he got away without developing diabetes until his 80's, I'll never know.  I would sit there, at the table, watching him pour the sugar around and around over the cereal.  I must have looked stunned (because I was!  I couldn't believe anyone would want that much sugar, every day, in one bowl!).

"How can you put that much sugar on your corn flakes Grampa?  Isn't that too sweet?"

"I like sweet things, sweet thing."  He'd say.

My Grampa.  Never got to see him much.  He lived far, far away and I only saw him maybe once or twice per year.

He taught me how to play "crazy 8's" and how to cheat!! (I think he was really teaching me how to recognize cheaters).  He took me down to the river and gave me a stick with a string tied on it and an old bent nail tied onto the end of the string.  Took me fishin'.

"Wanna go fishin' this marnin'?"  he'd say.  And off we'd go.  Sit on that dock, me with the stick and the string and the old bent nail.  No bait.  Didn't know enough to need bait or even what bait was.  We'd sit there and talk a little.  Wait for the fish to come and bite my "hook".  Never caught a fish but I sure liked going fishin' with my Grampa.  He taught me girls can fish if they want to.

"Well, I guess the fish aren't bitin' this marnin' " he'd conclude after what seemed like a nice, long time. So we'd go back to their appartment, where my Mom and Gramma were.

Sometimes, he's pull me asside and slip  me a $2.oo bill and say:

"Take this an' get yurself as much candy as ya can buy.  Harry up now and git ta the store.  Eat it all up before ya come back and don't tell anybody I giv it to ya".  The store was just next door.  Do you have any idea how much candy a person could buy with that much money when I was a kid???  Tons of junk!!!  Tons of it!! I couldn't eat it all so I never spent all the money.  I never told Grampa that I had any money left either.  I just kept it because I didn't want to get Grampa in trouble for giving me money and sending me to the store to buy candy.

My Grampa.  I love you Grampa.  I will always love you Grampa.  What a kind soul you were.

Somebody:
For the last couple and for the next few days, I am looking after a doggie I'll call "Ralph".

Ralph is pretty much a non-dog.  He's just a big furry guy with a huge smile, most of the time.  He really doesn't act much like a dog, in a lot of ways.  He's more like a fuzzy teddy bear and his big, expressive eyes can say a lot.

Poor Ralph misses his master so much.  His eyes are really saying so.  When he first came here, he looked in every room (looking for his master, I think) and then he gave me this really confused, sad look, which seemed to say:  "Where is my master?  I've looked in all the rooms.  I think I'm going to die of grief."

My dog, who is a big, scary, but really quite loving and affectionate one, is usually "in charge", "leader of the pack", when Ralph visits, but not this time.  After Ralph did the room check thing, my dog walked up to him and licked him on the side of the face a couple of times and then plunked down on the floor, let out a big sigh as if to say:  "Ya Ralph.  I understand.  I'd be pretty devistated if I couldn't find my master too.  I feel for ya guy.  I'm just gonna lay here beside ya and keep ya company, ok?".

I feel so sorry for Ralph.  He's been moping much of the time he's been here.  Usually, he likes to go for walks but right now, he's just not interested.  He's just laying on the floor, feeling sad and waiting for his master to show up.

It quite nice and heart-warming to see my usually-wanting-all-the-attention dog make such an effort at trying to cheer Ralph up.  After she gets tired of lazing on the floor with Ralph, keeping him company and waiting with him for his master to show up, she goes and gets one of her toys, the one's she usually takes away from Ralph.  She takes the toy and puts it right under Ralph's nose and then stands there in front of him, looking at him, waiting for him to pick up the toy, as if to say:  "Ralph, come on.  What's the point?  I hate seeing you this way.  Let's just play or something.  I'll even share my toys with you today.  Just please, get up."

Poor Ralph, he's still not interested.  I've hugged him and patted him until my arm started to hurt.  I just can't soothe him and relieve his pain.  He wants his master and he's not going to smile again until he gets what he wants.

This morning I told him:  "Don't worry Ralph.  Your master will be back soon.  I totally understand how you feel guy.  I know it's not easy to smile.  I'll stay with you too and wait.  I'm not going out at all today."

He got up off the floor and waddled over to me and licked my hand.  Do dogs understand our tone that well??  Imagine if they could talk!

Somehow, I think they would teach us plenty and help us to understand a lot of things.

Somebody:
Sometimes I can't help laughing at stuff.

My friend sent me an email asking me how my trip had gone?
(the one before and after the civic holiday and week following)

I hadn't spoken to her lately and she was just wondering.

I thought, because she had used some real small print, that she was asking about my chlortripalon (sp? I wish).

Here's how the interchange went: ( E = email plus date)


Friend E:  "So how's it going?  I was just wondering how your
trip had gone?  Haven't heard from you since you got back?..."


My E:  "Chlortripalon?  I'm not on any Chlortripalon.  I don't have
any allergies, but I was thinking of getting some.
Are you going to go on that drug?  Is that why you asked me
about it?....."


Friend E (larger print this time):  "Have you gone off your
 medication again?..."


My E: "I'm not on any medication.  What are we talking about?"
Do you think I need medication?  What for?  I'm ok, you're ok, right?
Oh nevermind.  You're just kidding and I know it!!
Aren't you?....."


Etc... It was quite funny once we figgered it all out.


Then, here on this board, I somehow got the idea that a person
was in Alaska, when really, they were on one of the east or west
coasts of the USA (can't even remember which at this moment).
Where ever I got that idea about Alaska, I don't know.

There I was, picturing this poor woman, in some cold, isolated
post community, probably living in harsh conditions, trying
to get as far away from her n-parents as possible, and thus
moving to the ends of the earth, so to speak.  Near freezing to
death, half the time, while having this giant worry hanging in her mind- about her n-parents coming and forcing her children's removal from
her care.  How awful!  I felt so bad for her.  I just couldn't resist the urge to offer some kind of advice based on my experience.

When the reality is, I should have been picturing her on some
warm coast, maybe on a beach, by the ocean, sipping something
from a coconut, or maybe drinking from an orange, with a straw,
and simply remembering stuff about the worry she once faced.
My words may not have been considered to have weight.  No wonder!
I couldn't even get a person's time description and location right.

My immediate thought, once I came to the realization of my
mistake re. time and location, was:

"I really, really will nowwwww.... face the fact that I am in complete
denial about my eyesight and I absolutely must overcome my
fears and go...... and get myself a pair of  working specs."
Along with a number of other thoughts on the whole thing.

It's just that I don't want to wear glasses.  I don't want to clean
the dust off of them.  I don't want something else to lose when
I go out (Similar to what Ozzie said last evening:  "Please don't buy me any more F......'n jewelry").

I don't want to have snow obliterating my view, or rain
drops falling on my head and my glasses!  I have enough stuff
obliterating my view and falling on my head, and I don't want
anybody to sit on my glasses (and that somebody would probably be me).

And not only that, but recently, I read in the paper,
about an optomatrist (good old spelling eh?), who sexually
molested one of his clients/patients, while doing an eye exam,
in his office, near my house.   Imagine that?

How could you identify the perpetrator?  With stufff in your
eyes, you couldn't see him?  You couldn't say for sure who
it was.  Others, reading the article, might think this is a great tactic, and a really-hard-to-proove-who-the-real-criminal-is-one at that, and decide to adopt it.

Should I bring a body guard with me to the optomatrist's office?
A video camera?  I don't have a video camera, dagnabbit!!
Should I just refuse any stuff he wants to put in my eyes?
(What is that stuff anyway?  I probably know that but I can't remember.  I know some of it causes your pupils to do strange things and temporaily impairs your vision).
I don't want my vision temporarily impaired!!

Now, that's a bit of my paranoia for ya!

And here's my method of correcting my own thinking:

Have a lost a marble?
What the heck?  Are all optomatrists now criminals?
Are my fears realistic in relation to the risk involved?
Am I sure I will need to wear the glasses all of the time?
Can't I put them in my purse, when not in use?

I'm over-reacting, I think, to the whole thing.
I need to protect my eyesight because it is very important to me.
My vision will be improved with the proper glasses.
I can get used to them.

I'm making the appointment this morning!!

I don't make decisions based on fear.

Besides, I know I can give out a...don't mess with me...vibe when
necessary and I plan on giving that out.... big time and I don't
give a care what he or anybody else thinks!

And how many other people have had their eyes examined
in this life, and simply received the proper eye glasses?

Where's the darn phone number?



I am also happy to report that Ralph smiled yesterday and wagged his tail quite a bit.  I hope he hasn't given up hope that his master will show up but at the same time, I'm glad to see him trying to get on with his life.

Have a fabulous day all!

Somebody:
Due to circumstances beyond my ability to correct,

I will be ONLY POSTING TO THIS THREAD, T'day's Thoughts, from now on.

That way, I will at least be able to monitor the posts here, and inform you of those I did not add.

Any other posts placed on any other thread are not mine, so please, discard completely-the idea that they are so.

This may indeed be the objective of the mpp'er(s)---(to confine)
and if so, congratulations on reaching your objective!

And have yourself(s) a wonderful day!!

Portia:
Morning Somebody (2.28pm here), why the blue text?

Sounds like you're sticking to one thread? Is anything posted elsewhere yours? Because I'm about to reply to you on Ramble. And I'll post there....but I guess you might reply here? But how will I know it's you?

It is bothersome I know. Will you consider registering? P

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