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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
Number of posts: 6,151

About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives


I'd always heard of time dragging on people's hands. Now it seems I work at home almost as much! But the glory of it is that I don't have a job to lose, and I do what I choose (not always quite the same as what I want) when and where w/o so much as anyone's leave. If I find myself glued to a book all night long, who's to complain? Certainly not the dogs, just so they get fed and taken in and out when they want. The kitchen and bathrooms must be kept extra clean, of course, and in the spring and summer, my yard and garden own me . Other than that, I'm almost free as a bird.

Glad you don't mind

And I appreciate the offer to borrow from your own collection. There's a picture of the first Inauguration Ball on the upright piano in my living room - I actually bought an 11x14 print of that one because I wanted it in a prominent place to enjoy every day. I'll visit your journal tomorrow if that's okay; been wanting to read it anyhow. Since joining this group I haven't been in attendance very much because of so much going on in my life right now. But I want to browse more often starting tomorrow.

Anyone's welcome to check out my journal and profile as well. I didn't join DU to be a stranger.

While it's no excuse, I've been working on fitting a new puppy into our 2-pack, and just dragging her back from the threshold of death took all my time for several days. At 3 months old she was 8" tall at the shoulder when the rescue group brought her to me, and weighed less than 4 lbs - too weak to lift herself up the 6" risers on the front steps.

Then I made the mistake of jumping into a pet group thread involving pit bull lovers vs. nots, and wrestled with them for a few days. So many people just go off their nuts on that subject. Pray I can keep out of the next dustup, because I might get a little testier there than I should; and people never seem to change their minds AT ALL, so it's pretty much a dead end. Very few listen to what anyone else is saying or tries to understand why.

But I'm going to try to catch up on some of the more recent posts in this group ASAP. I see a lot of interesting titles. Too bad I missed so many before I even knew this wonderful DU world existed.

Great news indeed

But then, I've learned to expect the best from this man.

Thanks for posting that picture, too. I'm adding it to my screensaver rotation, among many other favorites of President Obama. Anytime I expect to be on a potential long telephone hold, I make sure the computer's on and just watch the show while waiting.

Yes, the carts are a blessing

Sadly that was not an option for my old Chows, Joy and Freedom. At the advanced age of 16 they suffered slowly worsening paralysis. Well, Freedom had been senile and deaf plus half blind for at least a year too. For months I'd had to lift them to their rear feet, then they could walk. The last 3 months it got so bad I had to lift them to their front feet as well. Six times a day, then we'd all take a very slow outdoor walk around the house twice. They didn't seem to be in any particular pain, but when they stopped eating I had to let them go. Thank God I had more than enough room to bury them in the back yard, and a kind neighbor with a backhoe. It damned near killed me.

So I'm always glad when an animal and its human family don't have to be separated any sooner than necessary. It's almost laughable the way we still use the term 'owner', which always applied more to them than to us anyway.

Quick update on Brigid (& Molly Maguire)

They're now eating together, at the same time from the same bowl. I put down two, but they jointly polish off the one and then move on to the other. Soul sisters already. Both will need to be micro-chipped; Molly hates collars and clothes under any circumstances and has already chewed off Brigid's nice new collar for her. If my attention wanders during their potty walk in the snow, Molly will try to rip off her skinny sister's parka, too. I'm sure she means well.

They really seem to love each other. Brigid's strong enough already to tussle a little and chase around after Molly. But when she first came in such a weakened state, their first time out in the yard Molly ran and got her favorite ball and dropped it at Brigid's feet. Now she just waves it in Brigid's face and runs off like a little speed demon, with Brigid close behind.

Molly had better watch out, too, because the new kid on the block is half rat terrier - so you know what that means! Not going to take too much guff. But Molly seems to love it when Brigid gets in her face. She's half mini beagle and half Pom herself, and only a year older.

Beautiful story


Chihuahua's faces have always reminded me of bats. But then I like both. To me they're all beautiful.


I had no idea.

Bless you and all those who do care. The tiny town where I retired has a pound but after the 1-week hold period for owners to claim their animals, the poor dogs are taken to a big town that's over a hundred-mile roundtrip from here. That's where you have to go if you want to adopt. So what we have here is not a shelter at all. That's awful.

The strange thing is,

Cocaine first became medically recommended as a cure for heroin addiction. Andean peoples chewed coca leaves for energy and it must be a lot less addictive taken that way. Anyhow, more 'advanced' civilizations had to abuse it, of course. I've heard it's harder to kick than heroin.

Back to the show: thanks for the news. I loved the books too. Hopefully they'll still be available when I start Netflix soon. I would've already but a certain little mutt joined our pack, and her initial vet care will take care of any spare change for awhile. Then there's the major home rehab that will probably take another decade to finish. Always something, it seems.

Yeah, I wouldn't know how to keep busy w/o rehab

The house, I mean - the house! My own estimate as well as the Amish contractors I use gave the place no more than a few years before it would've been beyond repair. At least with all the time in between projects, I'm saved from possible haste-makes-waste.

Since such a major undertaking sucks up so much $, even with the Amish, I've continued indulging my recycle habits. The arbor out front is made from pieces of metal I picked up when the town used to conduct twice-yearly major cleanup days. I hung a little sign on my "new" arbor announcing that it was the future home of trumpet vines. Thank goodness the winds didn't knock it over before the vines grew big and strong enough to keep it upright. When I see something interesting curbside that's plainly visible, my first reaction is always "What can I make with that?"

Actually, I dread the prospect of nothing to do, because staying busy is the only way I can keep out of trouble and therefore out of jail.

Probably won't happen in my lifetime

I keep hoping the industry giants currently using Bloom Boxes will help speed development of an affordable home version, but I'd never be so foolish as to hold my breath waiting either.

Meanwhile at least I can avail myself of as much passive and active methodology from the past and present as I can.

I also largely escaped the clutches of modern Western 'medicine' most of my life. I'm a fair herbalist and bush medic, not to mention unofficial veterinarian. It goes with the territory.
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