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Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Llama's are eating my Asparagus!!

Do you see those two innocent looking Llama's there?   Well, do not let them fool you!  They are evil.  They lean their very long necks over the fence and eat my Asparagus.  Now I love Asparagus and getting a crop of it is usually iffy to say the very least.  First there is the problem of freezing and then as soon as I think it may actually have a chance to grow it gets too hot and it bolts.   Now this new wrinkle has me pretty much perplexed!

I do not go to their field and eat their stuff, so why do they think they can just hang their shaggy little heads over the fence and eat my food?  I was happy to see that they seem to be kind of housebroken.  I seen a big pile of stuff over there and seen the brown and white one contribute to the height of the pile.  So that is a good thing.  I do wish they would move the pile away from my bedroom window.  For the most part they are pretty neat animals, but woe unto the animal who comes between me and my vittles!

See I don't know if you realize how long it takes to get an Asparagus bed established.  This one has been there for about 5 years and is just now showing signs of being able to produce enough for a "mess".  A few of the remains of the stalks I seen were as big as my thumb!  Yummers!!  At least I hope that is what the furry creatures are saying.

See, I also wanted to plant a few gourds along that fence.  I suppose they eat gourds also.  As I set here contemplating this latest dilemma I just thought of something.  I never get a garden anyway, so why am I so worried?  The hail always comes and wipes me out and I wind up eating out of the farmers market, so why fight it?  If those little Llama's want to eat my stuff, I say let them!  At least this way, something got something out of my garden.

Life is Good!!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The small part of Pueblo After 2 on the Pueblo Levee Project.

This is but a small part of the Pueblo Levee Mural Project. It was started in the 1970's as graffiti. The city fathers very quickly seen a way to make it work for the city as opposed to becoming a blight on the city.  It is and has been controlled by the city since that time. The Project is now over 3 miles long and is billed by the Guiness Book of World Records as the largest continuous painting in the world.
Then on November 3, 1992,  voters of the state of Colorado, passed the dreaded Amendment 2. By its pure design it was worded to repeal anti discrimination laws that had been passed by various entities to protect the rights of our gay/lesbian population.  I had at that point in time been working with the gay community as a member of PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays.) We had worked very hard trying to explain that this amendment wa sunconstitutional.  
 The night when the vote was announced we all went to a central gathering place and found out just how many gay people there were in our fair city. I knew my stats, but even I was amazed. On the same ballot was a question to protect black bears during mating season or some such thing. Many people wore signs that said "Don't shoot! I am really a black bear." But out of that evening came the realization that without organization and with out working together the gay community would always be an outcast segment of society. The grass roots organization was named Pueblo After 2, a very symbolic name. 
 If you look very carefully right there under the bridge you will see an upside down rainbow triangle. That was the symbol for Pueblo After 2.  As a friend to the community I was allowed to help! It was my job to bring the coffee and donuts.   I took this picture yesterday. The sign has weathered and faded, but it has been 18 years. That hardly seems possible, but I can subtract.    A lot has happened since that time.  Amendment 2 was struck down by the Supreme Court on May 20, 1996.  Pueblo After 2 is now Southern Colorado Equality Alliance.  As SCEA they are a very respected member of society. PFLAG and SCEA fund scholarships at the local community college.
As for me, I got old and do not do the political thing much any more, but you just never know where you might find me or why!!                                                      

Monday, April 19, 2010

Pueblo Levee Mural Project will be my next undertaking!

I was just flipping through the pages of my mind yesterday and I came up with my next undertaking on the old Blog. Many years ago I was involved in helping put an addition on the Pueblo Levee Mural. I shall revisit the site. I shall also give a brief history of the project. I am getting all excited just thinking about it. Now, I know you think it is a done deal, but there are facts that need to be researched, because this old gal has forgotten most of the particulars.

It is not enough to just put it out there and call it good. There are some facts that need to be accurate. Maybe someone out there can help me. What year was Pueblo After 2 established? What year was I President of PFLAG? Was I President of PFLAG or was I Vice President, or was it Secretary? I got a lot of work to do between now and then so I am going to get busy!

If you think of anything that can help me, please send me a note!!

Friday, April 16, 2010

And my life is full and rich...

This is the Daisy dog. She has not had a bath in over a month!
This is the Elvira, Mistress of the night dog. She just had her bath and she is very pretty.  I look around at my life and I see that it is very good. I have the Cherry Tree right outside the office window, the Redbud blooming in both the front yard and the back yard, the Flowering Pink Almond, Lilac's  and tons of the pretty little yellow flowers all through the grass. Now what more could one woman ask from life? The companionship of the doggies is enough to satisfy any longings I have on the cold winter night. Barely enough room in the bed for me to sleep!
I have a car to drive, a roof over my head, clothes for my back, and food for my tummy.  I have friends and my church for a social life, a mind to think , and a marker at the cemetary that is already engraved. Can you think of anything that is missing? When I bought my marker, the guy at Imperial said the date of my death would be engraved later. I tried to talk him into helping me just set a date and we would work from that, but the guy had no sense of humor. In his line of work I think I understand that.

So, just wanted to share that with you while I had it on my mind.  Dogs come and dogs go. Cats come and the owls eat them. The duck flock is slowly thinning itself and I am sure the geese will follow suit.  A couple years ago I had 36 ducks. Now I am down to 21. It is called the cycle of life.  I have friends who are concerned that the world will end in 2012. First it was 1984, then 1999, then 2000, and I am still here. See, I read the Bible and I like the part about. "No Man shall know the hour of my coming. There shall be 2 people working in the field, the one shall be taken and the other left behind..."

So I shall set here with my doggies, very patiently waiting. In the meantime, I think I will do a lot of living and there is a lot needs doing out there. Think I will go find some to do.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Adoption in Fayetville of Russian boy really wasn't what she wanted.

Hey! Wait a minute!  I changed my mind. What was I thinking?  Those thoughts flashed through my mind many times after we adopted Bret when he was eight years old. Lucky for hm, I did not know about that loop hole. I should have just called him a cab and got on with my life. Not really.

Putting that boy on a plane to Russia has probably traumatized that kid beyond repair. Could you picture yourself at 7 years old leaving your homeland and flying to another country only to be slapped back on the plane and sent back to your homeland? I know first hand that the kids who are taken, or thrown away, by the birth parents, can and do suffer rejection. DUH! There minds are not developed enough to set down and methodically decipher all that has happened in there short lives. So they react.

Their reactions are not understood, by the adults as reaching out, but rather as pushing.  In order to gain your love, they need to push and most humans do not react well to being pushed away. They think of it as being pushed away.  I was well acquainted with the people who ran the mental health facility. I was there for the anger management, attachment disorder, and the sports programs to build self esteem. We had the lying, the stealing, and the threats of running away. Been there, done all that. Social Service was not the only group available to help, but they were paramont. It is not in their or the children's best interest for the adoption not to work, so every effort is made to transition.

So rather than haul old Bret off and get on with it, I chose to stand and fight. Now, I may not have the most successful kid it town, but I do have a funtioning member of society. He isn't in a gang, he is a very soft hearted and kind to animals, old people,  and babies, so I don't think he is a serial killer. True, he does not run out and do chores when I first tell him, and sometimes not the second or third time, but he really feels bad when I wind up dumping the 50 pound bags of feed. Or at least he says he feels bad.

I do know, however, that he does love me.  I know he appreciates that I chose to keep him and not let him filter down through the foster care system. Not that the foster care system is bad, but rather that being with grandmother is better. At least there is a connection.

So to the woman who put her son on the plane and walked away, I would say this: "You did what you had to do.  You based your actions on information you had at the time.  There may have been other choices, but you chose the path you walk. Walk forward knowing that we can not say what you should do until we have walked in your shoes. God Bless You!"

Saturday, April 10, 2010

This is what I call a sad looking sight!

This is my doggie, Daisy.  Actually she was adopted at the pound for Little Bret when he was about 14 years old.  He was going to walk her, give her a bath, play ball with her...  So here we are later in life and I have inherited the dog, along with the 4 ducks he had to have when he was still cute and got what he wanted.  The 4 little ducks have grown into 21 ducks and those 3 cute little geese have multiplied into 10.  I just have a headache.
Somehow little Daisy looks a lot like Groucho Marx.  That is not a cigar in her mouth, but is a chew toy, one that is supposed to make her have sweet breathe. Sorry to say it is not working!  This is the sweet little dog that jumped almost over the fence coming out of the duck pen and tore her skin loose, thereby requiring a trip to the Vet on a Sunday afternoon to the tune of $240.00.  I especially enjoyed that one!  But where would we be without our little pets?

I had an email from my former Pastor a while ago and she said her cat, who has been her best friend for 12 years died today.  My heart bleeds for her.  People are always sympathetic when we have a loss that entails a human, but neglect the tender thoughts when it is an animal.  Why?  An animal gives us unfaltering love, trust, and devotion.  Why should we grieve any differently over the pet than a human who was perhaps, not so faithful and intuitive?  An animal's love in unconditional, while humans tend to run and hide when we are pissy.  She can get another cat, but she will never get another Thomaus.

So I will enjoy my little furry friends while I have them.  Sometimes I would like to not have them, especially when I am sucking the white hair off the brown couch, but there you go. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

And there you have my musings for the day. No words of wisdom today, just brain dead!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Another day spent eating my way toward bedtime!!

Ok, now maybe I did something else, but right now I forget what it was.  First thing this morning it was off to the annual United Way breakfast at the Golden Corral.  That is one of those all you can carry places.  My husband decided that early on when he looked at what we had on our plates at an all you can eat place and declared, "This isn't all you can eat, it is all you can carry, because there is no way we can eat all this!"  I had to agree with him on that one.

After breakfast it was time to prepare for lunch with Tim and my daughter Patty.  That happened at the resturant at the Airport because Tim works in one of the businesses out there.  I had a hamburger and true to resturant fare the bun was 6 times as big as the 3 ounce hamburger. Extra onion means they actually left a piece of onion on the plate. Then home for the nap.

Then Patty was off to play bingo with another sister leaving Bret and I to fend for ourselves.  I had leftover Jambalya and Bret had a plethora of chicken nuggets, chicken egg rolls, and mozzarella sticks, all deep fried because he is getting tired of the soggy stuff in the microwave. I think there is some ice cream in the freezer somewhere, so I may go find that I polish that off and then head for bed. 

Have a good one.

Monday, April 5, 2010

This is Randy Tryon, Organist at First Congregational United Church of Christ....

Here is Randy having a cookie.  Like every red blooded American male, he likes cookies. Randy is one in a million.  When he is not doing his job which is being a nurse, he is playing the organ at our churdh.  If that is not enough, when he is through playing for our church which meets at 9 AM at 228 West Evans here in Pueblo, Colorado, he jumps in his car and races across town to our sister church , Christ Congregational  which meets at 11:00 AM.
I do not know Randy very well, but I do know he has a lovely wife to whom he is devoted and at least one son and a daughter in law who plays the flute.  Also they have a baby who is a grand child to Randy. I am sure it is either a boy or a girl, but that is all I know.

This dark forboding picture is of the piano that Randy wants to replace.  I have never played anything in my life except the radio, so what I know about musical instruments you could put on the head of a pin.  But Randy says this archaic monster has got to go, so go it shall.  I do know it looks kind of cold and not very friendly. The piano at Christ Church is very black and very pretty.  Soon, I hope we will have one like that!

So, for the time being, we will be gearing up to raise money and the first quilt is laying on the table in Mayflower Hall and I bought the first 5 tickets, so I know there is $5.00 in the fund.  Wish us luck and I shall hopefully keep you up to date from time to time!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

The first quilt we will raffle to buy the piano for the church!

This is definitely a scrap quilt!  When I am working in the sewing room I throw all the scraps of mateial in a box.  Then Linda came and got the box and took it to her sister, Elizabeth Griffith who very patiently sewed them together to make this quilt.

This is what the whole thing looks like.  The above picture is just a corner.  The four blocks in the center are parts of a nativity scene that did not measure up for quality so they went in the box.  I did tell you that Randy wants a new piano at our church , didn't I? Randy Tyron plays the pipe organ at my church, First Congregational Church, UCC here in Pueblo.  The piano we have is very old and not in very good shape,  so he thinks we should have a new one.  He is probably right!
Anyway, our church does not have a lot of money, so we thought if we could make a bunch of quilts and raffle them off, that would be a good way to raise needed funds.  So this is the first one. We figure we should raise at least a $100.00 on each quilt so we will sell tickets afte church every Sunday until we have sold 100 tickets then we will have a drawing.  Sounds good to me. I can see I better get busy working on the next quilt!
I plan on doing a little blog on Randy and his pipe organ, but this computer is very slow at loading pictures, so it will need to wait a day or two.  For now, we are starting our project and I will keep you posted on how it is progressing.  In the meantime, if you would like to pop in to our church and buy a ticket, we are located at 228 West Evans, Pueblo, Colorado  81004. Church starts every Sunday promptly at 9:30 and we always have coffee after.  Maybe I will  see you there!!

Another year down the tubes!

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