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Plenty Of Slap

2/29/2016

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     About a week ago I was in Panera working while sitting across from a table of teen-aged girls. 
     Though not intentionally eavesdropping,  snippets of the girls' conversation did occasionally waft my way, and at one point I heard one of the girls say, "He said I've got plenty of slap".
      I looked up from my work.  Plenty of slap?   I'd never heard that expression before and figured it must be a new addition - or maybe not so new, for all I knew - to the lexicon of the younger generation.  But I liked it, I thought it sounded cute and snappy even if I had to guess at  what it meant:  Was the boy  telling the girl that she had plenty of spunk?  Or nerve?  Was he inferring that she had plenty of money?  Or maybe it was  idiomatic slangage for a good sense of humor?  Or might it even refer to some youthfully inappropriate behavior the two might have been engaged in or were discussing becoming engaged in?
    I unobtrusively tuned in to the girls' continuing conversation on the subject and immediately realized that I had misheard:  what  the girl had actually said a few seconds earlier was that the boy had told her that she had a funny laugh,  not "plenty of slap".
   
I felt a brief twinge of disappointment that the zippy little phrase I thought I'd heard did not, in fact, exist.  But then it hit me:  Yes, it does exist!  I just invented the saying "plenty of slap"!
    I invented it but now needed to decide how and in what situation to use it.
    I personally liked the idea of the word "slap" as a surrogate for "money", as in:
    Donald Trump may be a billionaire but those others have plenty of slap, too.

     However when I ran the new phrase by some of my kids  who were home last week visiting - and eating  -  and who'd never heard of "plenty of slap" before - 
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...none of them liked "money" for  the definition of "slap".  They all agreed that "spunk" was a better and more versatile meaning.
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     Then just last night when Tommy and Randy were over,
...I asked them what they thought of "plenty of slap".
      Though both agreed that "spunk" was a good definition for "slap", after playing with the word a little they concluded that "slap" actually sounded more like  a sports-related word, one that an announcer might use, as in:  "Wendel was definitely off in last week's game, but he's showing plenty of slap today."  Or maybe as used by a couple of coaches discussing a potential recruit:  "Marzetti doesn't have the size or speed but you put that kid out there on the court, he's got a helluva lotta slap".
      I had to admit that, used in that context, "slap" was a good word.
      Well, whatever, I'm announcing that  "plenty of slap" is now officially out there in the lexicon.  Use it as you will,

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...even as Tommy and Randy digressed from the sports motif to declare that last night's roast had plenty of slap to it.
     I was quite flattered.

     Epilogue:
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Sigh).
     I was wrong.  It turns out that I didn't invent "plenty of slap"  after all. 
     Just as I was putting the finishing touches on this post I received a message from my nephew Randy.  In a spirit of meticulous curiosity he researched the use of the term "plenty of slap"  on Twitter.  Here are the results which he forwarded to me:

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    Apparently the term is "got a lot of slap",  but that's close enough, and from the above I'd say the established definitions of "slap" are either 1. spunk or life, or 2. make-up. 
    Mea culpa.
    And  I probably did  hear that girl in Panera right the first time.


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A Plan For Our Next Trip To Amish Country

2/27/2016

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     ...Continued From Yesterday:
     My second night at The Berlin Resort was, thankfully, more restful than my first (see post from 2/25 /2016) and when we woke up Saturday morning -  me considerably more perky than the day before -  the sun was shining,  the snow had melted and the day was so warm and nice that after breakfast
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we sat outside on the balcony for a  while to enjoy the view of the grounds.
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      Then it was time to pack up and check out, 
...but before we left we took a walk around the rolling meadow behind the hotel, our first time doing so, as the place had been under snow for the last two days as well as the whole time during our first visit last February.
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    As we walked the area we could hear soothing music that seemed to be wafting in on the air until we noticed that the rocks at the base of each lamp post were actually speakers.
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It was very pleasant.
      The path  wound through the meadow until it led to a wooded area.
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    We walked only a little ways in until the path turned muddy from the melted snow, then we turned back.
     There  was an enchanting little children's village at the edge of the meadow with a row of playhouses inside of which were play environments.
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 There was a school house with desks and a chalkboard,
...a pet store,
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...a grocery store,
...a dance studio,
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...a movie theater with a TV screen that showed actual kiddie movies,
...a police station with a play jail,
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...and a little church.
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     Tom and I could practically see our two young grandchildren, delighted, noisily running in, out, and all about the playhouses and we so wished they were there with us doing just that. 
     As we left Holmes County we  talked and decided that next time we return to The Berlin Resort we want to have our two little ones with us.  How much more fun would that be?
      I guess we'd like to find out.

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Clean, Sober - And Slightly Bored - In Amish Country

2/26/2016

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...Continued From Yesterday:    
My first night at the Berlin Resort it was after 3 am before I finally manged toss and turn myself to sleep.  Still, I managed to haul out of bed in time for Tom ( who chivalrously waited for me) and I to catch the tail end of the hotel breakfast,

...which featured a sideboard well-stocked  with the standard hotel breakfast fare,
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...though for me the show was stolen by the iced cinnamon rolls,
...and the friendly, grandmotherly-looking Amish lady who stopped to wish us a good morning as we entered the room  then continued her patrol of the area, replenishing the food bins as needed, clearing away the tables and pouncing on spills and messy spots on the food counter almost before they happened.  I say this because as I lifted the glass dome covering the cinnamon rolls I swiped the bottom of the dome against one of the rolls so that the icing stuck to the bottom of the dome .  I swear that the lady caught me and knew that I was going to then place the sticky-bottomed lid on the counter and leave a spot of icing there, which I in fact proceeded to do.  As I replaced the dome the lady was right behind me with a wet cloth, cleaning up my sticky spot. 
    In my three-fifth's of a century roaming this planet I've stayed in many's the public lodging of all stripe, but I'm prepared to declare the Berlin Resort the cleanest place I've ever stayed.  The housekeeping staff - most of whom appeared from their dress to be Amish or Mennonite women - were knocking at my room door before 9:30, at which time I was still hustling to get my tired act together to make it down to breakfast.  
    After breakfast we set out on our day in Amish Country. 
    To be perfectly honest, unless you're interested in shopping for Amish furniture, crafts, baked goods or cheeses there isn't a whole lot to do there.   And yet it's kind of interesting just being  there.
    Ohio Amish Country is one of those places that's boring and interesting at the same time.

     We started with a once-around the two big shopping centers in Berlin,
 ...The German Village Center,
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...and Sol's.
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    Next we visited the Amish Mennonite Heritage Center outside Berlin,
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...which presents its mission as:
  • To accurately inform visitors about the faith, culture and lifestyle of the Amish, Mennonite and Hutterite peoples.
  • To extend a warm welcome and hospitality to guests among us.
  • To interpret the heritage of our people to both tourists and our own faith community.
  • To invite visitors to meet the Christ of our culture, His uniqueness and claim upon our lives and customs.
   The highlight of the Center is Behalt, the 10-foot tall, 265-foot round cyclorama telling the story of the Amish, Mennonite and Hutterite people which one sees accompanied by an oral presentation by one of the staff;  however as Tom and I had already seen Behalt twice we just visited the cultural center and bookstore.
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      We then went for a drive out into the beautiful, serene  Holmes County countryside dotted with Amish farms, homes, and schoolhouses.
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     We passed through the another Amish Country tourist stop, the town of Sugar Creek,
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...which calls itself The Switzerland Of Ohio,
...and where we stopped at Heini's Cheese Chalet for some cheese.
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    Then we returned to Berlin, where the streets, stores, and restaurants  were beginning to fill with Friday afternoon week-end visitors.
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    We stopped for lunch at a restaurant called Boyd and Wurthmann where we'd eaten on our last visit to Berlin,
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..and where the food had been substantial, down-home, and delicious,
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...but where this time we made the mistake of ordering one of the healthy options, the marinated, grilled chicken breast. 
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...though maybe not so healthful with that pile of fries and those hunks of bread.
    The chicken wasn't actually bad, but the marinade was rather uninspiring.  Well, that's what you get for ordering the healthy option at a place that specializes in the voluptuous options.
    Still, the hot, crispy fries and soft, fresh bread were oh, so, yummy.
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     After lunch we returned to the Berlin Resort where Tom went for a swim while I took a nap, then I went for a swim while Tom took a walk, then we both sat around and read until dinner time.
     As for the night life in Berlin, the town closes down at around 5 pm except for the restaurants - there are only a couple in town, which we find a bit strange for a place with such a big tourist trade -  which close at 8 pm except for the East of Chicago Pizza, which closes at 10.
    Anyway, for dinner we did find a really local nice place called The Farmstead that one of my aerobics classmates - see yesterday's post - told me about.

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The Farmstead.
   The place was pretty inside and patronized by Amish as well as "English" - the Amish name for non-Amish people.
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   We opted for the $13.99 buffet, which was copiously stocked with tasty entrees, vegetables, salads, and desserts.
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     Of course, there was no alcohol served at The Farmstead, or anywhere else in town,
...which was fine by tee-totaling moi.
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    After dinner Tom and I returned to our hotel where, as we passed the front desk, I over-heard the receptionist talking on the phone telling someone that, yes, the restaurants close at 8 o'clock and no, there wasn't really anything else to do in town at night and no, there was no alcohol served anywhere unless they wanted to drive to Millersburg, where there was one sports bar that served drinks.
     As  the movie showing that evening in the hotel theater didn't interest either of us, nor could we find anything of interest on any of the over 50 channels offered on the TV, we spent the rest of the night until bedtime buried in our books.
    "This place is kind of boring,"  Tom observed.
    "Yeah," I agreed.
    "But it's not bad,"  he added. 
    "No, it's not,"  I agreed.
    To Be Continued....

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Sleepless In Amish Country

2/25/2016

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     Among the many things I love about Columbus, Ohio, is that this city truly is a provincial capital:  one can travel half an hour to forty minutes in any direction from the city,   

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...and find oneself surrounded by countryside,
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...farmland,
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... small-town Ohio,
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...all of which Tom and I passed through last week as we traveled northeast from Columbus on our way to Berlin, Ohio, the heart of Ohio Amish Country.
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      Though I'd been a non-fan of Amish Country after our first visit to Berlin years ago, last year we decided to give the place another look-see - thanks to the incentive offered by a really good Groupon deal for a local hotel, The Berlin Resort - and that second time was, for me, the charm (see posts from  2/23/2015-2/25/2015).
     And so this year we decided to return to The Berlin Resort for a Thursday-thru-Saturday get-away to celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary.  
     We set out last Thursday in the early afternoon

and stopped for lunch in Danville at a little place we found called The Hangout,
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...where people were, well, hanging out,
...and eating, as did we.
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   As it turned out I was much more enthusiastic about my Turkey Reuben than Tom was over his Chopped Sirloin sandwich,
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...though we both agreed that the hot, crispy seasoned fries were to die for,
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...as was the place's tres retro jukebox. 
   After lunch we hit the road again and arrived at the Berlin Resort late in the afternoon,
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...where we learned to our happy surprise that due to an overbooking our room was upgraded,
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...and we now had a balcony over-looking the lovely grounds.
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Cheery, bright, and antiseptically clean, 
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...the interior of The Berlin Resort is laid out in a maze of meandering, fun-to-explore hallways and stairways.
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     Among the hotel's pleasant amenities are a pool, work-out center,
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...beauty salon and massage room,
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...a couple of lounge areas and an outdoor deck,
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...a little shop,
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...and a cute little theater that shows free movies.
     After we'd settled into our room, relaxed for a while and done a once-around the hotel I decided to try the 5:30 pm water aerobics class being offered at the pool.  There were five other women in the class, regulars, it turned out, who live in the Berlin area and come weekly to the class - a great work-out with a friendly young instructor -  which is available to local residents as well as the hotel guests.  The regulars, all ladies around my age except for one phenomenal 88-year-old lady, were friends who meet weekly for the class the go out for dinner afterwards.  This night they were planning on going to a restaurant down the road in the town of Winesburg and they invited me to come along with them.  I explained to them that I was there with my husband for our anniversary and so had to decline, but they were a really nice group.  "You'll sure sleep well tonight after this work-out,"  one of the ladies said to me with a smile.
       After my aerobics class we grabbed a quick dinner at an East of Chicago Pizza shop near the hotel and made it back for the 8:00 movie.

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       The hotel guests can choose on a first-come-first-serve basis from a list the nightly movies, one shown at 6 pm and a second one at 8.   There were a lot of good movies on the list but unfortunately we'd already seen them all but, as no one had as yet chosen a movie when we asked at the front desk,  we requested one we hadn't seen, Pretty In Pink, an old John Hughes flick from the '80's,
...which we found to be a not terrible Romeo-and-Juliet-type teen-age love story, though nowhere near as good as Shakespeare's treatment of the subject.                
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   After the movie Tom and I returned to our room and climbed into our oh-so-comfortable bed, where Tom immediately fell into the arms of Morpheus (the god of dreams, not the Matrix character), while I, in spite of  the long enjoyable day and the prediction of my aerobics classmate, spent most of the night jousting with my old nemesis, Insomnia.
To Be Continued...

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Hard TImes For Rabbits

2/22/2016

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     (See posts from 2/15-2/18/2016)
     There was a time years ago when I used to be a really avid gardener.  Which is not to say that I was a really good  gardener; just an avid one.  In truth,  for all the work I used to put into my garden it never turned out to be the great work of  landscape art I always envisioned at the beginning of each spring and I swear that none of the flowers I fussed and fawned over flourished half so well as the weeds I was constantly yanking.  
     And it was one day as I knelt in the mulch staring at the tough, gargantuan root of a wonderfully healthy-looking dandelion which I swore I'd already pulled up three times previously that summer, that I had an ephiphany:  the  beautiful things in life are fragile while the noxious things thrive and thrive.
    I've come to believe this is true, and not only in my garden.

    I had a similar flash of revelation when, after our first pet rabbit, Buddy, died,
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     ...the vet explained to me that rabbits are among the most vulnerable of all the animals,  possessing no natural defenses.  So meek are rabbits that at the sight of a predator they often drop dead before the attack even begins.
    Yes, I know the feeling, thought I.  I know about being so non-confrontational that one would rather lay down and die than put up a fight, less out of fear of fighting than simply not knowing how.
I know kind, gentle, beautiful good-hearted people who are no more a match for the tough and aggressive go-grabbers of this world than a little  rabbit nibbling peacefully under his shade tree would be for a big-jawed German shepherd on the loose.  
      Jesus said blessed are the meek, but if they're in line to inherit the earth I don't see that happening anytime soon.  The world's just not a safe place these days for the gentle, meek, or vulnerable.  There are too many vicious dogs running loose and  sharp-fanged snakes slithering through the grass.

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Barney

2/18/2016

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     A couple of weeks ago when I was in Cleveland helping to clean Tom's parents' house (see posts from 2/7- 2/9/2016 ) I showed the old picture that I'd found among the family's photos of Daisy, our house bunny, to Tom's brother Andy, who was also there helping with the clean-up.
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      The photo of our rabbit caused Andy  to recall his family's pet rabbit, a cute little black critter named Barney.
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     Later roaming through the family albums, for which I've  volunteered to be the temporary archivist (see post from  2/11/2016),  I was able to find a few  pictures of Barney, including the one above and
this one with Andy.  The photos were dated June, 1966.     
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      Andy told me a little about Barney but it was Tom who filled in  the details.
     Anyway, back in 1965,

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...when Tom was a student at St. Joseph High School in Cleveland,
...the school had a book store with a glass store front, behind which was displayed books, school banners, bumper stickers and other school spirit merchandise for sale to the students. 
      One day towards the end of Tom's freshman year there appeared in the school book store window among the items on display a little black rabbit.   Where the rabbit came from Tom couldn't say,  but it was being raffled off that day by the  book store. 
     The raffle tickets were ten cents each and though Tom bought a dollar's worth, someone else won the rabbit.
    But after a moment of excitement the winner was hit with a hard realization.  "Holy smokes," he cried, "what am I gonna to do with this rabbit?  I can't bring it home!"
     Tom, on the other hand, felt quite sure that he could  bring a rabbit home.  He bought the rabbit from the boy on the spot for five dollars.
      As Tom had suspected, the little black bunny was an immediate hit with his animal-loving family,

...especially his grandfather who lived with them. 

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   But Tom's grandfather, who'd come over from Hungary, could not pronounce the word "bunny";  he pronounced it "barney".  
    And so the whole family called the bunny Barney.
    Tom's grandfather found a long piece of rope in the garage and made a leash for Barney which he tied to a tree in the back yard. 
    In the summer Barney lived under his tree in the backyard, while in the winter his leash was moved into the garage where he was a quick study on the use of a litter box.
     Barney lived under his tree and in his garage for two years until one summer day when a troublesome German shepherd whose careless owners allowed it the run of the neighborhood came into Tom's yard and grabbed  poor Barney who'd been sitting peacefully under his tree munching on the grass.  With its powerful jaws the big dog yanked Barney from his leash and ran off with him .  Tom's grandfather witnessed the attack but he couldn't save Barney.
     Tom and his brother Andy confronted the shepherd's owner, who took the defensive over his dog. The man grudgingly gave the boys five dollars for their rabbit then sternly warned them not to come back bothering him anymore. It was just a rabbit.

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Buddy

2/16/2016

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...Continued From Yesterday:
     Buddy was a cute, fluffy little grey rabbit,

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...with tons of personality,
...that my daughter Maria got from, oh, I don't know, somebody or somewhere sometime during her sophomore year of college. 
     Buddy lived with Maria and her housemates until summer vacation, then Maria brought Buddy home for us to take care of while she spent the summer doing a botany internship at Harvard.
      Figuring that rabbits were supposed to live outdoors,

...we built Buddy a nice big pen around our old swing set, though I can't remember why - I think we figured the swing structure would give him a bit of variety in his environment, or something.  In any case, I do remember that  the  neighbor children liked to come over and swing in the bunny pen and play with Buddy.
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    And so that summer Buddy never lacked for love, attention,
...or treats.  We brought him carrots and sometimes pieces of fruit, especially his favorite, watermelon rinds. 
     But one day Buddy wouldn't eat.  He was weak and sick and when we brought him to the veterinarian she informed us that Buddy was suffering from fly strike.  Apparently there had been too many flies in his environment, subsequently the flies laid eggs in his fur and ears, the eggs had embedded into his skin and hatched and now our poor bunny was being eaten inside by fly larvae. 
    I felt so terrible, recalling the pieces of fruit and rind I'd left sitting in Buddy's pen and how lackadaisical we'd been about keeping his area clean.  Buddy had been silently helpless to protect himself from the flies while I, who could have protected him, didn't.
    I left Buddy at the animal hospital, but the next morning I received the call that he didn't make it through the night.  The vet explained to me that, while dogs and cats generally have a fighting chance of recovering from an illness or injury, rabbits are such fragile little creatures that they rarely do.  Furthermore, the vet explained, rabbits have no natural defenses;  they are so defenseless that when approached by a predator they often drop dead before they are attacked, nature's meager blessing to keep them from suffering.
    When I arrived at the animal hospital the sympathetic veterinarian handed me a small bundle wrapped in a white cloth and tied with a ribbon strewn around a pretty wildflower. 
      I truly don't know why I cried so hard that day over that bunny;  I think it was in part the thought of how defenseless he was and the sight of the  white cloth so loving tied with the ribbon and the little flower and the  words of a Stephen Foster song that kept playing in my head:
     Long may the daisies dance the field, frolicking far and near,
     Why should the innocent hide their heads?  Why should the innocent fear?

    I cried and cried.

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The House Bunny

2/15/2016

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     Last week while I was going through some old photos I found at my in-laws' house (see post from 2/11/16)  I came across this picture, taken in the summer of 2001:
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      The critter in my daughter Maria's arms was Daisy, our house bunny.
     Daisy was a beautiful, sweet  angora rabbit given to us by a friend who bred angoras.
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     Our friend gave us Daisy to help us get over the recent loss of Buddy, who'd been our outdoor bunny (see tomorrow's post).
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      As Buddy had ultimately not survived well in the outdoors, we decided that Daisy would be a house bunny, though it took us some time and learning - sometimes the hard way - what being an unofficial member of  the House Rabbit Society  entailed.
 By the way, there really is such an outfit, and though we didn't actually join the House Rabbit Society,  we did at that time acquire  a copy of their handbook, which we often referred to.
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      Daisy loved to eat carrots, dandelions, rabbit food and daisies,
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...along with, as we learned within days, to our sorrow,
...books, carpeting,
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...artificial plants,
...luggage,
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...woodwork,
...my artwork,
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...electrical cords, computer wires,
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...and she also loved to annoy The Cat. (That was what we called our white cat.  The Cat.  Or the Little Cat, as our other cat, The Big Cat, had died some years ago.  Our current cat is The Black Cat, though we do also call this one  by her given name, Lucy.
Here's Lucy, laying on her catnip pillow).
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     I recall the day shortly after Daisy's arrival when we were unable to figure out why our computer crashed until someone discovered the chewed-up cord.  That was the day when my sister-in-law Mary Jane said to me, "if I were you I'd do something about that rabbit."
    So we did.

     We got a big dog cage for Daisy to stay in during the times we couldn't keep a close eye on her comings, goings, and chewings.
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    And so for the next two years we had a bunny living in a big cage in the middle of our family room.
    Daisy seemed happy enough in her cage, though, and busy enough.  All day long I'd hear the sounds of our industrious little bunny nibbling on her rabbit chow, nibbling on an old book  placed in her cage,  playing with her newspaper or a magazine, drinking from her bottle - it seemed she was almost always busy doing something,

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..though she also did seem to enjoy sitting in her litter box for long stretches, as, we learned from the House Rabbit society, rabbits like to do.
     It was my directive that the the bunny's cage had to be cleaned every day, and by someone other than me.  Thus Tommy and Theresa (and Maria and Claire during those times when they were home from college) took the daily job of cleaning Daisy's cage, during which time she was free to roam - we learned that spraying a substance called Bitter Apple on anything we didn't want chewed was quite effective to that end.  The job of cleaning the rabbit cage was divided into two segments, known as "uppers" and "downers".  "Downers"  referred to the task of taking the bottom of the cage downstairs to the basement to wash it off in the big  laundry sink and then cleaning and re-filling the litter box.  "Uppers" was performed after downers, and consisted of covering the bottom of the clean cage with newspaper and re-filling the water bottle and the food dish.  The kids generally worked out among themselves each day who'd take uppers and who'd take downers. 
    Daisy  even received the occasional bath and blow-dry, along with a daily brushing.
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     Though Daisy received lots of love and attention and the best care we knew how to give,
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    ...she lived for only 2 years.   But I felt like she had a happy life for a bunny and when she died, though I felt quite sad, I felt more at peace than when Buddy, our first rabbit, died. 
To Be Continued....

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Time Machines

2/11/2016

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    I was wandering about my in-laws' cleaned-up, mostly emptied-out, soon-to-be-on-the-market house (see posts from 2/7/2016 - 2/10/2016), giving it a last once-over, 
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...when I noticed on some left-behind shelves next to one of the beds a couple of rows of old photo albums. 
     I pulled out a stack of albums, sat on the bed,  and started looking at the pictures,
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.. of people I knew, people I didn't know,
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...my kids,
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...and other peoples' kids.
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      After a while Tom came into the bedroom looking for me.
      "Who's getting the photo albums?"  I asked him.
      "Those go to Mary Jane,"  he replied, referring to his sister.
        At that moment  Mary Jane entered the bedroom. "Are you getting the photo albums?"  I asked her.
        "No, Donald gets those,"  said Mary Jane, referring to one of their other brothers.
         A little later Donald came into the bedroom.  "You're getting the photo albums, then?"  I asked him.
        "Me?"  Donald asked.  "Gee, I don't know...does anybody else want them?"
         "I do!"  said I. 
         I asked if I could have the albums, at least for a while,  until someone else wanted them.
         No one objected.
         When we returned home laden with the photo albums,
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…which are still sitting on the buffet (or whatever this eclectic piece of second-hand furniture sitting in my living room is called),
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…Tom mused that photographs are really of interest only to the people who snapped them and  maybe to the next generation or two because after that nobody knows anymore – or subsequently cares about – the people or places in the pictures.       
      Tom's right, of course.
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     Not that there don't exist old photographs of archival quality or of interest  to genealogists, but these are the exceptions among the albums or boxes or – from now on - memory cards and laptops full of unremarkable photos that end up being left-overs of peoples’ ordinary lives.
     Still, for those of us who’ve lived for many rotations of the earth around the sun, our old photos are little time machines taking us back to the younger times of  the people we know or knew,
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...those we care or cared about,
...ourselves,
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…and we look and look at these younger times, transfixed by the bittersweet wonder of it all.
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Good-Bye, House, Part 3

2/9/2016

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...Continued from yesterday:
     Friday morning started with a pow-wow over breakfast during which Tom, Tommy, Andy and I loosely divvied up the day's tasks, though we all ended up sort of floating as needed.
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Andy volunteered to detail and polish the floors,
…while I took the job of polishing the cabinets and woodwork. 
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     Tom and Tommy started on the carpeting in the two upstairs bedrooms, 
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...each carpet of which had its own release style, so to speak.
     Again, it was all about the padding.

     The padding beneath the flowered carpet came up easily in one piece, leaving behind  just a layer of the dirt of ages,
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...whereas the padding in the loft bedroom needed to be scraped up, carefully, and fell to dust on contact.
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Tom's scraping tool of choice was a plastic snow shovel.
         Then came  the challenge of the upstairs hallway and the stairs,
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…upon which our imagined contractor’s kid (see yesterday’s post)  must have not only gone into hyper-drive with his dad’s staple gun - we counted around 20 staples in each step – but must have also laid hands on the hammer and nails,  as each step also had a row of nails hammered in across the  top.
 
  See the galaxy of staple scars on this step and the row of nail holes across the top?
 

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     Still, the wooden stairs looked quite nice by the end of the day after being cleaned, polished, and set gloriously free of 60 years of carpeting,
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...as did all the floors.
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    The next morning Tom's and Andy's brother Donald and wife Mary arrived from Columbus and their sister Mary Jane and husband Ken came in from Amherst, Ohio.

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Clockwise:  Tommy, Andy, Ken, Tom, Donald, and Mary.
    Everyone spent the day taking care of odds and ends, cleaning out closets and drawers,
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...hauling stuff out to the garage,
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.., the siblings discussing a few more of the  never-ending decisions to be made.
   As for me, I spent the day mostly meandering around, straightening up the rooms, making the beds,
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...looking at things.
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Another of the afghans I made for Tom's parents back in my crochet-addiction phase.
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     Good-bye, old house.
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     We've had some times.
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               Mary Jane                     Donald                             Andy                              Tom
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