Jesus Saves...But I don't

I'm really pissed off!  Like the pubic hair on the toilet seat.  I had an excellent blog written and illustrated. I left it sitting, thinking I would come back from the dog park, proofread and send it on. There is a box on the bottom in blue that says SAVE NOW then a light face that says Draft autosaved at 10:39 PM but I was too chicken to press it because it gave me a message "Do you really want to do this"? now I'm immediately shivering in self doubt. I have had a mess of beautiful prose lost forever into the depth of this dumb machine. Any way I lost it, I tried to blame somebody, anybody for the loss but I end up on the short list. No sense crying over spilt milk. That phrase conjures up a barn floor with straw and manure all over and a pail of freshly squeezed milk running away. (does that still translate, freshly squeezed OJ and milk?)I still don't know how to copy and paste and I really hate to rewrite anything. It never comes out as succinct or witty the 2nd time around.  When I first began forgetting things, I bitched to my Dr. and he had me tested, no Alzheimer's. So I'll just live with it. 

Last month my name came to the Jury commissioner, Call this number on this day, well this was several weeks in advance so I marked the calendar, and clipped the notice to the board. On the designated day I called, a recording said call back next Monday, Well I didn't write that down and Monday came and Tuesday came and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! On Saturday a light bulb went off while I sat whittling in the dog park. OH! SHIT! I blew it again! So when I got home I called the machine and the recording told me My number was to report to the courthouse the following Monday!!!! They hadn't missed me at all! Now I must go and sit all day while they try to impanel a jury. At my age I can be excused, but sometimes it can be entertaining. So I'll go and sit for one day and see.

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Jenny the wonder waterdog

Jenny our Springer was constantly in motion

She was always the first into the pool every spring, and always had a ball in her mouth. Once when she had exhausted everyone and we had taken all her tennis balls away, She had also used all the leaves available. She brought our Son in law Marc a dead stiff lizard. The other dog pictured is Graycha, a pretty brindle pit bull that belongs to Maki our Japanese Daughter.

Bo loves the ladies

 Jeanette above and Mimi below
Kim above and Michiko below

Sorry about the lack of words, but a picture is worth a 1,000 words *Grin*

More Bo, Beau or Bow

Our first view of Bo was at the animal shelter, He was a beautiful warm tan color that matched our new carpet. Bo wasn't an over exuberant demonstrative dog, he acknowleged me by a short wave of his tail and a saunter to the front of his cage. He was his own dog. The story the people at the shelter told us was that he had belonged to a transient that was incarcerated for a number of years, and Bo needed a home, so we obliged. Bo was housebroken about a year old and a cross between a Greyhound and an Airdale. He extraordinarily indebendent and it took several years to respond to the command "come" or to accept me as the pack leader. If hewas let loose, from his lead and given any freedom he was GONE! Most often to an orphanage, grade school or the beach. He had tags on so we would eventually get a phone call, from some mother saying they had Bo and for me to take my time as her children were enjoying bo. He helped several neighbor children learn to walk, just letting them grab a tail as he walked slowly away.. After we had Bo for several years we got Jenny a very affectionate Springer Spaniel This had a calming effect on Bo and it was a match made in Heaven! But back to Bo, Both dogs had a love of the beach, I don't know if it was the sand, seagulls, youg people playing or dead stuff to roll on the beach. Jenny always had her tennis ball and we brought a frisbee for Bo. Idf he missed a throw (it was useually the pitchers fault) and it landed on it's top, he would step on the edge and lift the opposite side up so he could grab it. If it landed right side up he would have to push it 'til it hit a rock to get a purchase.  If the wind took a long throw into the surf, Bo would run frantically back and forth hopeing some one would lend him a hand. if all else failed he would wade into the sea. If it was deeper. he would stand on his hind feet and hop to the disk. Jenny on the other hand was a great water dog, swimming as far as needed to fetch her ball.

(To be continued) 

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Bo Beau or Bow

Affection from Beau.

May I play with your kitty?

Bo and Elspeth under Bougainvillea.

Elspeth and Bo at Frisbee competition.

My Velocipede experience Or I hate missionaries

At one time I was really anti missionary. Anyone that feels that their way is the only way, has always annoyed me. We are all prejudiced in some way, but most can refrain from pushing your opinion down your neighbors throat. I was that way until I met my first 10 speed. I can't remember what make it was, but it was white and front and rear derailers, light weight clincher tires, and drop handle bars!  From here I went a little bonkers. I wanted lighter and faster. I rode with a bunch of novice bikers, that also were super enthusiasts. I rode every weekend, longer and more challengeing rides.  Then I built my own mongrel bicycle.

It had a peugeot double butted steel frame, a Brit cotterless crank, Shimano derailers, track handlebars, The leather seat from my old Japanese bike (it fit my tush) pedals that could hold my tennies and were lightweight. I painted the bike school bus yellow and had a chameois shorts and shirt with pockets in yellow made to fit me. "God I was cool" By this time I was completely immersed in Bicycling. I made safety movies for law inforcment, took grade school kids on bike rides. organized an overnight bike ride for Jr. high kids to Ojai. a bike ride to Mexico, and a ride from San Francisco to Santa Barbara. I took blind kids for rides on tandems. Jumped off the pier into the Pacific, taught bicycle repair at the "Y" I was what I had always detested a missionary for two wheels! 

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Metamorphisis of Me

A very long time ago I came into this world naked. Then I wore a loin cloth. after that I wore Levis, then pants, trousers and shorts with a belt. Ten one day in the 70's I found my shorts fell every time I served a tennis ball. (this was OK as long as I served an Ace, But unfortunately that didn't happen too often). So I stumbled on suspenders, and my game improved dramatically. Then one day while playing golf my follow through dragged my wrists across my metal suspender grips, and I bled so bad I had to give up golf. I also had a problem with sitting at the dining table. The grips in the back scratched the hell out of the chair, and every time after 9/11 going through airport security I set off alarms, then I would have to put the suspenders in the box with my keys and change. Then we went back to the old story where my pants fell off! Right in front of a plump lady in an official uniform of "Homeland security" She saw no humor in my situation. This made me snicker. 

Now I have finally turned into a butterfly, with my delightful all in one coveralls. I have them in "Royal blue", "Forest green" and "Navy blue" I almost got a pair of "prisoner orange" then I thought of the lady from homeland security and decided against it. The zipper on these suits zip from the bottom or the top. Not quite far enough, so if you see a man in a bright blue suit hunched over in front of the urinal take pity, and don't laugh. There is one last thing if for some reason I have to remove them to facilitate some waste elimination, don't snicker if I have a wet sleeve. I is very hard to pull them off and watch where the sleeves go.

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