Beneath the Wraps

                 I heard Richard saying, “Get out. Get out! GET OUT”            I figured he was talking to the dogs.   He and Clair were in the kitchen and Ally was working on moving the coffee table to block the dogs out.   I stuck my head out to call Bonnie.           “It’s not Bonnie,” Ally said.   “It’s Char.”           Char is more aggressive as far as height and actually jumping around.   Bonnie will wait quietly – most of the time still in the way, but not jumping.   Once the food is served she is like Godzilla upon Tokyo and it is Char who has to find another source.           Truth be known, I wasn’t calling Bonnie to distract her from the others.   I had an ulterior motive.   I wanted her to lick my dish cle...

 Many of the thoughts I had accumulated were while I was working in Salt Lake City.  Shares passed through email as facebook was not a thing.  I do remember writing the following.  I had even created a picture in "paint" to go with the story.  Created on my mom's computer.  If I saved it, I no longer seem to have access to it.  But here is what I wrote: Date: 2/11/98 3:04pm Subject:          Just in case you need a laugh . . .   have you ever read the story of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, no good, Very Bad Day?   As I was relating my experiences to my co‑workers, I decided that my experiences could be counted as similar ‑ sometimes I even wish I was in Australia (although I forgot to include it with my true life experiences that I am sending) ‑ and so I wrote up this cute little essay.   (I am also including a self portrait so that you will know that I am not exaggerating) ...

One of the spotlights on this morning's "Sunday Morning" featured a brief history on the Great Salt Lake - or what was once the Great Salt Lake Rather.  It has shrunk quite a bit and the remainder has toxins that may have contributed more to my poor breathing than did just the smog from other pollutants.  I thought it might be too early to see the feature on YouTube as of now.  Although there is not today's episode of Sunday Morning, there are SEVERAL videos to choose from.  Just type in the Great Salt Lake Drying Up.  I was stunned by how many came up on the deadly poisons of my home state.  Shocked by not totally surprised.  Now I have proof that my home state was indeed killing me. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6oSNLkIBEg

 The only one I could not give myself a point for is a "My Space" account

 So I have decided to post some of the treasures I have saved starting with this one From the Book Free to Be You and Me by Marlo Thomas and Friends No One Else                        by Elaine Laron   Now, someone else can tell you how to multiply by three and someone else can tell you how to spell Schenectady And someone else can tell you how to ride a two-wheeled bike But no one else, no, no one else can tell you what to like.   An engineer can tell you how to run a railroad train A map can tell you where to find the capital of Spain A book can tell you all the names of every star above But no one else, no, no one else can tell can tell you who to love   Your aunt Lisa can tell you how to plant a pumpkin seed Your cousin Frank can tell you how to catch a centipede Your Mom and Dad can tell you to Brush between each meal But ...

             I have been going through my flash drives in hopes that I had saved some scanned pages.   Jai had also requested a pic from nearly 15 years ago.   I have finally come across the picture she requested but none of my scanned pages from Jaime’s scrapbook. But then again the flash drive I am currently viewing is one that was created before the move to Oregon and so the pages would not be there.   But I have had fun reminiscing things I had forgotten I had even saved.   I’ve enjoyed reading thoughts and viewing pictures.   It has definitely kept me busy.

            Monday was Presidents day.   Jaime had school but the district was off in this area. No school this week – well – perhaps some followed the curriculum but there was panic at some of the high schools yesterday. I left the house at nine to drive downtown to meet Carolyn.   As I was getting ready to turn right I saw three police cars barreling down the road – glad I was turning right and not left.   Something was going down.   Turned out there had been a number of 911 calls to report the threat of a shooter at one of the high schools (South Umpqua, Roseburg, and Sutherlin were the only three mentioned in the news this morning) which turned out to be a hoax (thank goodness).   I understand that several high schoolers left when lock down was over.   I don’t know if they had permission or if the schools sent students home.   I don’t know how or if the secondary or elementary schools had been effected either wa...