Thursday, December 18, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
It has been said that every time someone does something wrong, someone else sacrifices and suffers. It is almost always the innocent who pay because the guilty will not accept responsibility for the damage they have done, either in their words or by their actions. So the time comes when we need to stand back from those who have acted in this manner and let the irresponsible get their feet back on the ground and accept the responsibility of their actions. As long as someone stands for them or enables them to continue they will not learn to stand on their own two feet. The greatest gift of love, some call it tough love, is also painful but it lets them alone until they find their place to stand to take responsibility for their lives.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Two days ago I was cutting up a downed tree in back of the house and here comes daughter walking briskly past me. She was only 6-8' away and stopped momentarily where I was working. Her action made me look back and here is a large 8 point buck clearly looking for a little mid afternoon loving. He too has been hanging around for the summer, fall and now into the winter. Once I sized up the situation I told him if 'Daughter' wasn't willing to leave her alone. He looked me right in the eyes and turned abruptly not 8' from where I was standing and headed up the hill and Daughter moved off in the other direction.
I don't know if deer understand or not or if that was coincidence but I have been talking to the deer so many years and the responses have been so consistent that I think there is some connection there. Just like our dogs understand nearly every word we speak to them I believe deer are more than capable of a similar understanding. I thought it was interesting that Daughter led him right to where I was working and stopped adjacent to me. He may well catch up with Daughter elsewhere but for that day he just walked away and left her alone in peace.
It is these small pleasures in life that keep life interesting. Often Daughter will be laying down and I will go by where she is at and she will not move. I believe between us there is a connection that is unique and wonderful. I remember how Junior would make small mewing sounds when I would rub his nose or feed him an apple. Life can be exciting if we just look in the right places.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Why would I go deer hunting a person might ask if I had no intention of shooting a deer. The answer is simple I enjoy the camaraderie and good fellowship of deer hunters. These guys are fun loving, enjoy their time hunting deer and are just fun to be with. The good matured joking, the banter, the ribbing each other, the stories and the overall general atmosphere of a bunch of guys getting together to drink an adult beverage and eat well.
Regardless of where you stand on the sport of deer hunting getting together like this is just plain fun. Being with guys who know how to eat good, have an adult beverage, swap stories, joke and prank each other is just plain and simple having a good time. I don't believe there is anything more enjoyable than a bunch of guys getting together like they do with deer hunting.
I have no problem with someone else shooting a deer and I have helped drag them out of the woods and skin them out. I just don't shoot them. I do have a problem with poachers who hunt illegally and those who shoot deer for their impressive racks and wall mount ability and then leave the body in the woods. Those type people give me a real problem.
But for me I have enjoyed hundreds of hunts and I have never shot a deer nor do I intend to. I find them to be magnificent animals and therefore I simply do not shoot them. Do I hunt them - yes - but I pass up the shooting part. I enjoy being in the woods with the animals and and being with a bunch of good men as described above. Over the years my hunting pardners have just considered my bad luck at hunting but in truth it was never my intent to shoot a deer. The only way I would have killed a deer is if when I was dozing up against a tree if one had tripped over my gun and killed itself.
I am good as stalking and have gotten close enough to deer to actually touch them in the woods which is no easy feat. For me the enjoyment part was seeing the deer, being in the woods and with the guys. I mean where else can a guy go and burp, fart, tell wild stories and be not only accepted but believed and a 'good ole boy'? I would venture to say that there are a lot of experienced deer hunters just like myself that have never shot a deer either or when they do shoot their sights are 'off'' or something ruined their shot.
Monday, December 8, 2014
The bird actually glowed bronze and the various different colors that came from his feathers as he stood there with them ruffled up mesmerized with a beauty that I had not seen before. He hopped across the stream into another shaft of sunlight and with the woods totally silent and his pure beauty I sat there looking at this magnificent bird radiating his glorious colors and forgot why I was even there.
The entire incident only lasted 2-3 minutes but I was so transfixed with the pure beauty of that bird next think I knew he stepped behind a tree about a dozen feet away and was gone from sight. It was such a beautiful sight that I forgot I was hunting turkey and actually had a shotgun. On reflection it would have been the most severe crime against nature to have shot that bird under the circumstances.
We frequently have turkey around our house and while I have seen hundreds of wild turkey since I have never seen a bird that even came close to that bird. It was a rare moment where natures pure beauty gave me a glimpse of how gorgeous a brown turkey can be when they are illuminated in a shaft of sunlight.
While this doesn't speak highly of my hunting ability I hope it speaks favorably to my ability to appreciate something that is pure beauty. It was like the time I was deer hunting and a doe walked out of the dense woods just a few feet from me followed by a very large buck who took that opportunity to mate with the doe. I couldn't bring myself to shoot him in that situation so waited and next thing I knew they were in the brush out of sight forever. I guess I never was much of a hunter actually. I just enjoyed being with the animals more than the thought of shooting them.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
While we don't have much in the way of snow on the ground we do have this beauty to look at on our walks so we thought we would share it.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Today, as runners complete the 16th annual, 180-mile Sand Creek Spiritual Healing run, marking the 150th anniversary and commemoration of the Sand Creek Massacre, I offer something that has been too long in coming.
On behalf of the state of Colorado, I want to apologize.
To the runners, to the Tribal Leaders and to all of the Indigenous people and the proud and painful legacy you represent…
On behalf of the good, peaceful and loving people in Colorado, I am sorry for the atrocity that our government and its agents visutteited upon your ancestors. I want to assure you that we will not run from this history, and that we will always work for peace and healing.
Yesterday Colorado State Governor John Hickenlooper finally after 150 years uttered an apology to our Native American brothers and sisters over Sand Creek atrocity. It took a long time coming but here it is and it was clearly sincere. If more of our elected officials would do the same including the Federal Government perhaps we could for once put these times behind us, recognize history for what it is not what some want to portray it as being and move ahead as the brothers we are and not the oppressors we have been.
Until we honestly acknowledge mistakes in the past and move to correct them like Gov. Hickenlooper has done in this case we are going to be living with lies and open wounds of the past.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Back in the day my sister Marg and I got 25 cents an hour for babysitting...hard to buy each other Christmas presents when that was our sole income. Therefore Mom would buy something for us to give each other.
Marg and I slept upstairs in our small house. It was unheated and there was a short hallway between our two rooms, the stairs going off that hallway.
One night around Christmas we were talking back and forth and I think I was the one that started the conversation: "You will never guess what I got you for Christmas...there are three of them." "Really?" says Marg. "Give me a hint." I said, "One is red, one is black and one is white." Silence...then laughter. "I got you the same thing!!!"
Ah, so thankful for memories................especially those that make me smile!
Posted by Carol at Wednesday, December 03, 2014
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Sunday, November 30, 2014
I can remember a tree similar to this at my Mom and Dad's house. I am not sure but I have a suspicion that a friend of theirs who was "into" ceramics may have made theirs. I always loved it and had hoped to have one someday...and someday is now!
Starting this year it will be part of our Christmas decorating tradition...............and I will always think of my Mom and Dad when we put it out.
You can find it and many really neat "old time" items at http://www.vermontcountrystore.com/store/
Posted by Carol at Sunday, November 30, 2014
Friday, November 28, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
With the Christmas Creep upon us I got to thinking about the Christmas' past with my Mom, Dad, brother and sister. When I look at the "wish lists" that kids make these days...what they want for Christmas...I am amazed.
One year one thing we wanted, at least my sister and I, was a typewriter. When we got up Christmas morning there was one. It was a used Smith-Corona portable typewriter. I have no idea where Mom got it but we were both elated! It was used for many many years....with no complaints!
How the times have changed.....................
Posted by Carol at Monday, November 24, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
How they believe the world evolves around them until they grow up and learn the requirements of family living. How everything is new to them and they are striving to adapt to their surroundings. While I personally prefer to adopt a rescue dog there are numerous benefits that go with getting a puppy too. You get to shape their life from the start. You get to experience their interest in things that you take for granted like a bug or dust bunny under the bed. You learn new appreciation and wonder in things that you previously took for granted. (like boot laces) You get to work with them early and literally shape their life because there are no boundaries for them except what you teach them. How they are so dependent on you for affection, food/water, health care, and safety. Raising a puppy is hard work and teaching them what to avoid for their own safety is challenging to say the least. They have no fear of things that could harm or injure them and hence your role is the ever vigilant parent.
Then they are suddenly grown up and their puppy life is just a distant memory and they have bonded so close to you that you don't remember how life was before them and they had become that trusted and loyal family member. They grow out of that puppy stage so quickly into adulthood and then they start to slow down just a little at first and get a little grey around the muzzle and you then seize every minute you can spend with them realizing that their lives are so much shorter than a human's life. Yes it all starts with the puppy and you have helped them to be what they are through endless love, compassion and training. Bringing up a puppy is the same as bringing up a child in many ways and it takes special people to accept the challenge and prevail. Before you know it the cuteness of a puppy is replaced by love you never knew you possessed and the closeness you feel is extraordinary. For me I prefer to adopt a dog that others did not want, but my admiration goes out to those who take on the many challenges of raising a puppy. It is not an easy task but the end reward is well worth the grief, chewed up shoes, table legs and about anything else they can wrap their mouth around. If I were to put a percent on the upside vs downside I would say the upside is about 99.9% and the downside is about .01%, except when you are actually raising and training the puppy and then maybe those figures are reversed. It is love and patience that finally gets you to the 99.9%.
Puppies are a new and wonderful experience and even as puppies they make you a better person.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Carol is presently heading back from town with a 50# bag of sunflower seeds. They will go through about 100 - 150 pounds of sun flower seeds per winter. Their presence is well worth the cost of that much sunflower seed.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
I had taken various VIP tours through the command center previously so I was familiar with the inside. As I went in the mood was very solemn and very quiet which was unusual. I was posted immediately behind the console that ran the entire SAC operation world wide and was told that the DEFCON clocks were running down and my job was to make sure no one interfered with the two duty officers at the console. The red DEFCON clock was almost down to zero and I understood when it ran out we would be engaged in all out nuclear war.
I remember the day like it was today. Due to all the electronics it was always kept cool but the two duty officers were positioned at each end of the console and perspiring heavily. I was sweating badly myself as was the crew in the command post. Between the two officers on the console was a red phone that went directly to President Kennedy. All eyes were focused on that phone. As the clock neared zero hour both duty officers took a key they each possessed and held it ready to be inserted in the proper slot on the console. When the clock hit zero they would both turn their keys simultaneously. It seemed like an eternity that we stood there with nothing but the hum of the equipment and sweat running down our backs as they were both poised to turn their keys in unison. Just moments before time ran out the phone rang and it was President Kennedy telling us to stand down the Cuban missile crisis was over. We were that close to a full nuclear war with Russia,
To my right was a machine that would show when missiles were launched against us, their destination and the probable deaths associated. A grim reminder of what we would find when we were finally able to go topside. We all had families above and while we were safe from a direct nuclear strike we knew when we were able to go topside everything we loved would be gone and the world would never been the same. We had come to within a few more drops of perspiration from launching a full out nuclear war. It was that close.
When my shift was over and I went topside everyone was going about their day like nothing had ever happened when we were just the turn of two keys away from launching missiles, bombers all armed with nuclear weapons. It was totally surreal up topside and everything was business as usual and even when I got home my family didn't have a clue how close we had come to all out war. It was like walking from the heart of a major crisis into happy town America where there were no problems. I have read several accounts on the Cuban Missile crisis but none that have read have told just how close we were to total out nuclear war when Khrushchev and Kennedy called the matter off. 52 years later and I often wonder how in a few more seconds life could have been changed forever. I know I was there watching it unfold and it was very scary for a young man because my orders were clear and I fully intended to carry them out if necessary.
Monday, November 10, 2014
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