Aiport Travels

Today, I traveled to Chicago for the ASCO Annual Meeting. ASCO is the American Society of Clinical Oncology, so if you wonder why you hear about the breakthroughs in cancer care, it’s because ASCO is happening this weekend.

Unfortunately, my flight was delayed between the time I left Small Town America and when I arrived at Big City airport (some tornado activity between here and Chicago....pilots can be such wimps :D ). An extra 90 minutes to wait in an airport. Joy.

While cruising and people watching, I happened on a woman walking with a friend (who was sighted) and the woman's seeing eye dog, a big yellow lab. As a person who was already in the early stages of canine withdrawal (my pack is still in Small Town), I was drawn to said dog, although I knew better than to interfere with a dog who was doing its work.

As I was walking behind the dog, I noticed with a touch of concern, that it needed to poop, and sure enough, the dog let loose a couple of warm brown presents. A gentleman off to the side called out to the couple with the dog that it had….errrrrr….made a deposit. The sighted person in the couple looked back and then kept walking.

I have never seen so many people horrified by doggie excrement. I had just gotten my breakfast so had two travel bags plus a bagel and drink in hand and was a little compromised in my ability to do anything (after all, one isn't supposed to leave their bags unattended). People formed a twenty foot ring around the poop and stared…..One brave soul chucked a couple of newspapers over the offending pile of turd, maintaining a 10 foot distance from said turd(s) in the process. I went to the women’s restroom, which was conveniently 20 feet from the deposit, and grabbed a bunch of paper towels. Rearranging my baggage, I went back to the poop and (AAACCCKKK) picked it up. I looked up to see perplexed people staring at me. I think some thought me quite insane. I commented, “I’m a dog person. I can do this.”

Was I the only dog person in the airport? Is it so bizarre? Yes, it seemed very poor form for the people with the service dog not to have taken care of the deposit, but goodness…it was just a little bit of poop. Did I miss some news story describing how terrorists are making bombs that drop out of yellow labs disguised as poop? Based on the response of the crowd at Big City Airport, I can only assume that is the latest way of smuggling bombs into airports. People, it's just poop! Everyone does it. Really.

Once in the air, the flight went quite well, although I am amazed...one no longer gets a bag of chips with that drink, and food costs LOTS on planes (which is why I didn't buy any). Seems like there should be something done about this racket. Because of the theoretical risk of liquid bombs, one can no longer take drinks past the security point, so one immediately falls victim to the high prices inside the security point, and then one is subject to even higher prices on the plane ($4 for trail mix....individual serving size). Hmmm. I think not. (Picture taken from the window about 30 minutes from Chicago).

Hug your hounds. I miss mine so. (People ask me if I feel "tied" down by my dogs. Yes, they do keep me from doing some things, but what they give me in return is worth it. Sigh. I hate that our society seems to becoming so anti-animal. I think we are on the verge of painting ourselves into a corner).

Dog poop photo credit

Fun Monday #13. Collections

Mariposa tells us that we ALL have collections. Hmmm....really

"We all have them...and if you don't, you do....you just may not realize it. For some reason or another we all collect something and we collect it for reasons that will definitely make for good reading. So on Monday, I want to see your collection. If you don't have or don't want or CAN'T (wink) show us a picture, then tell us what the collection is in 10 words or less. Then tell us why you started collecting it."

When I was younger, I had a LOT of collections: the little porcelain animal collection, the doll house with collector furniture, my stuffed animals, my books. Most of those collections are long gone. I have tried to rid my life of "stuff" and so much of it was just stuff.

Now, I don't seem to have many collections. I rarely have time to read because of work, and I no longer save journals from work because they are all on line.

Those of you who have been to this blog before might say, "You collect whippets!" But there seems something so not right about that. Yes, I am the guardian of quite a few whippet souls, but I don't collect them....they collect me!

Much of my free time is spent with either the dogs or working on my property. My other passion is photography. I think one could call a groups of images a collection I don't know if I am good at photography, but I love capturing that image....the one that talks to me. Some of the pictures make me smile on a bad day. Whether it be a pretty flower, a butterfly, or a dog I truly enjoy the acquisition of images. I wish I was better at capturing pictures of people. For some reason, that talent seems to elude me.

I think the shutterbug might be genetic. There have been shutterbugs on both sides of the family. My great grandmother was a photographer and a dog lover (hows that for genes?). She bred pekingese, though. I wonder what she would have thought of this computer age when we can manipulate images....

So, some pictures from my collection of pictures....








I'll admit it, most of the pictures ARE of dogs, but what better subject?

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Mastercard

You know those Mastercard commercials:


Sometimes, my life feels like that:

whippet puppy -- a few hundred dollars ($$)

(Mati as a baby puppy)

Muzzle for whippet $12 ($)

Set of racing jackets for whippet: $50 ($)

Van to take whippet(s) to races: $25,000 ($$)



Home on 5 acres so that whippets have a large backyard for running.....more than the van ($$$$$).





Sixty-five acres so that I can set up my own whippet ranch.....more than I EVER thought that I would spend on some dogs.... ($$$$$)

The sight of the whippets enjoying the whippet ranch -- PRICELESS.Whippets running around like bunnies

The grass was Hudi height. I don't have many pictures of her. She kept getting lost.

Super Gabi to the rescue!

Gabi telling Charlie, "Really, the water feels good and you won't get muddy at ALL!"

Running through the water plants (I think the pond needs aqua Round Up)

Reilly, who seizes every opportunity to get dirty!


I didn't think Gabi's tongue was THAT big!

The Whippet Ranch is going to take a lot of work, but I am looking forward to that. In the mean time, it's fun to just let the dogs run around. Of course, if the grass gets too much higher, I may loose the whippets..... After the expedition to the ranch this morning, I went out to a colleagues land to look at his barn. Whodda thunk that I would be barn shopping?

Weekend travels

Yesterday, I drove to the Big City. I haven't been there in....a LONG time. As I got closer, I realized how glad I am that I no longer live there. A cloud of smog was hanging over down town. I decided to drive by the old house. Unfortunately, it was the neighborhood garage sale so driving down the street took 10 minutes. I took a quick right at the corner, not really seeing much of the house (although what I did see didn't look changed). We drove to Wild Birds Unlimited. The parking lot was FULL (a shopping center with a grocery, bagel place, Starbucks and other small stores). ARGH! Was it always this congested? Where did all of the cars come from?

While in the store, the resident cat decided to play games with me. Quite fun....I miss the charm of a cat, sometimes, although I recognize that I no longer have a cat safe household. I also had a nice conversation with a gentleman who lives on the outskirts of the Big City. he has rescued dogs, and was extolling the virtues of living with animals. He was preaching to the choir on that one.

After that, I visited a friend. We met via the dogs. Her oldest dog and my oldest dog were puppy playmates. I think we started having play dates when the dogs were about 6 months old. Both of our dogs will be nine in a few months. They have both slowed down. In the olden day, they would meet and romp and do zoomies around the yard. Now, they were both content to lay on the deck, and after about 30 minutes, they were all interested in going back inside for a siesta.

How did all of that time pass? When I got Darby so many years ago, I didn't realize how having these dogs would change my life. I have made many friends in the dogs/whippet world. It has also changed my life. The main reason that I chose to move to Smalltown America was so that I could have more room for my dogs. I do believe that it has been one of the best decisions that I have ever made.
The flowers around my place are beginning to bloom. I discovered that whippets love to eat gladiolas, so last week, I put up some protective fencing.
Last year, I planted 4 butterfly bushes. One died (anointed by male dog urine a few too many times). However, the 3 remaining buses are growing like wildfire this spring. I am hoping that will mean lots of butterflies. The first has begun to bloom:

I hope everyone is having a good and relaxing weekend.

Fun Monday #12 On Being a Jerk

Geez.

The Sauntering Soul has asked us to 'fess up, and reveal our inner-most jerkisms. Yup.

Well, I haven't fouled a spouse because I live alone and the dogs ain' telling (although great dogs, they do not have the talents of that Golden Retriever in the Baked Beans commercial).

Don't get me wrong - I know that I can be a jerk, and at times, seem to do it quite frequently. The danger zone for me is fatigue. The night that I didn't get to sleep. The little things that should be "let go" tend to come out then. It's usually things that happen at work, and when I know it's bad, I warn people so that we can make it into a big laugh. Hopefully.

One thing, I have found, though, the older I get, the better I can rationalize away all of my jerky actions. With age comes wisdom, or a reason to be a jerk. I do have a way of being too cynical when I am tired and irritated. And there, I think I have written a post without truly revealing how I can be a big jerk (but it is not about cutting off people on the road, cutting in line, or messing with one's spouse).
(Mati says, "Don't let her fool you.....she's a BIG jerk. See me on the other side of the gate? Huh? All I want to do is play!")

Living in a small town.

I LOVE living in a small town. No, I can't just go to the mall, and I spend more time than I want to admit shopping on line because I HATE driving to the big city. It's the sense of community and caring that I find here. The Big City was so cold.

I am working this weekend, but call has been light so I was trying to get some yard work done. When I moved into my house 4 years ago, there was a big old tree near the corner of the property with a lot of broken limbs below it. Those limbs had brambles, etc. growing inside. Each year, I have told myself that I would try to tackle that ode to the wild-side, and each year, it got a little worse. Last year was my own personal year from...heck. I was basically a prisoner of the inside with allergies out of freekin' control. I started allergy shots, and now, armed with nasal saline washes, Singulair and Flonase, I can actually spend some time outside!

This weekend, I mowed the five acres and then decided to tack the Wild Side. The large tree in the center died last summer (a victim of the drought) and I need to get the Wild Side cleared so that I can have someone cut down the tree. While I am struggling to haul limbs (cut with my trusty twelve inch saw), out of the blue a man in a pick up truck stops, introduces himself and informs me that I need help. True. He hauls out a chain saw and goes to it. Part way through, he discovers that I have bees in the dead tree. Rut-row. Like most men with pick ups, he's resourceful. He tells me that he used to keep bees and will come back later to harvest. Finding that the wild side was little more wild than he thought it would be, he also tells me that he will come back in about 6 weeks when he moves his tractor to the tract of land that he owns near my house, and clear the wild side. He will also cut down my tree. I offer to pay him. He refuses. I know his name. I'll send him a thank you gift.

Would this have happened in the Big City? I don't think so.

OK....maybe my house is looking so bad that the neighbors are taking pity?

I am beginning to fall in love with men in pick up trucks. They are a very handy sort.

A picture from my front yard....I planted this last year and it didn't grow. This year, tons of flowers. I wish I remembered what type of plant it is.

Fun Monday #11 Our Super Hero

Kitten wants us to share our super-hero. I almost didn't sign up for FM this week.....because I wasn't certain who that would be. I probably should have stuck with that initial inclination.

There are several people who deserve the award of Super Hero for sticking with me through some very tough times, but some of those relationships are private (i.e. not quite ready for BlogWorld exposure). However, the odd thing is that when I think about those really tough times in my life, the times when something had to change.....there are angels among us, people who become super-heroes, perhaps, without even knowing that they were.

I'll share one of them.

Super hero #1, random nice guy on the street. I went to graduate school before medical school. I had always been interested in medicine, but for several different reasons, did not think that I would make a good doctor, or even be able to get into/through medical school.

Graduate school became my own personal hell. Without airing on the bad and the nasty (but it was not a pretty time in my life....), the process systematically destroyed me as a person. I lost faith in my abilities. I had gone to a program associated with a medical school because I wanted to do basic science research that would hopefully, some day, have an impact on people. As I got further into my graduate program, the link between people and the research seemed too remote. I regretted the fact that I hadn't tried to conquer my fears to go to medical school, yet the systematic destruction of my self-confidence in graduate school, had left me....in a deep hole. While waiting for an appointment, some young, handsome man was sitting next to me. As we were both stuck in the waiting mode, we started talking -- he asked me what I did for a living. I explained that I was a graduate student. Somehow, in a 30 minute conversation, he drew me out. When I told him that I felt like I had made a mistake, that I should have tried to go to medical school rather than graduate school, he gave me a look of incredulity: "If you can be a graduate student in that department, you certainly have what it takes to be a medical student anywhere. Sounds like they are doing a good job of destroying you. You need to go to medical school. Just go to the undergraduate counseling office and ask an undergraduate student counselor to point you in the right direction." And so, I changed the direction of my life. I did complete my graduate career (with the goal of going to medical school afterwards).

I have no clue who that young man was. That simple conversation changed the direction of my life. (BTW, he wanted to become a nurse). You never know when a simple, kind comment may help a person in a hole, change their life and give YOU the designation of super hero.

Random nice guy on the street: You are one of my super heroes.

On a different topic. We traveled this weekend. I needed to get out of town for a break, and marathon drives sometimes do that for me. I no longer wonder why there is dog hair on the roof of my van.....

I hope everyone has a great week. Thanks for coming by and remember, kind words at the right time may make you into somebody's super-hero!