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Seattle summer 2010, inside a fallen giant redwood

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Me in 1999
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QUOTES, POEMS, INSPIRATION


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Summer is finally here !
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My First tulip!
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HAPPY 2013, ALL!

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Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"



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Lewis Carrol

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Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather, Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not" (unknown)


Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.

William Shakespeare

“What Other People Think of Me is None of My Business.”
women said, woman listening to gossip

"Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans" John Lennon (Beautiful Boy)

We're just a little below, a little lower than the angels...
Ace Frehley



The poetry of the Earth is never dead ~ John Keats



When someone tells you that nothing is impossible, ask him to dribble a football ! (anon)


It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.


A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.
- By Ralph Waldo Emerson


"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
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"The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go."
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(I used to have a journal of doggerel written by me, which I clled my "Neurotic Dr. Seuss Collection" : D)
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
Dr. Seuss

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~ I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing. ~ William James

I'm the kinda person, you gotta fight for everything you get. You gotta believe in yourself.
Ace Frehley



Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler. Henry David Thoreau
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I enjoyed my life when I had nothing... and kinda like the idea of just being happy with me.

Joey Ramone


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We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night
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i like to have a martini,
two at the very most -
at three i'm under the table,
at four, i'm under the host!
Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)

Some of my Artwork

A PAINTING I DID FOR MY SISTER'S WEDDING 20 YEARS AGO




 


 

ANIMALIZE

A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.  
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
 
3. Place your trust in me.. It is crucial for my well-being.
 
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
 
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
 
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
 
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
 
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
 
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
 
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
 
Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them.

Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters.
   
 Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!


My Pets, past and present

I will tell you about my cat (the one and only) Sing-Sing. After a cat of mine died of old age, I really missed her so I went to LAWS (Lanark Animal Welfare Society) and asked to be shown the cats who were about to be put down. I walked into the cage filled room, but I did not even have to look around; across the room a cage which I could not see clearly simply attracted me.

I went straight over there, and inside was a long haired white and orange cat. Without hesitation or consideration (the LAWS lady was talking with my mother) I opened the cage and gently brought him out, and, holding him up to face me, he tipped his head down and kissed me - on the lips. Well, that was that. Destiny.
I said , ok, I have my cat. The woman and mom looked at me in surprise, since we had not been in the room more than about 2 or 3 minutes.
The cat allowed me to hold him and carry him out to the lobby where our carrier cage was, and didn't struggle as I lowered him into it.
They told me that there was no charge, since I was rescuing him - it was literally his last day.
He had come to the shelter in such bad condition with his hair all matted and so full of burrs that they had to shave it all off, except for around his face.
They normally keep cats for 3 months, but they kept my cat (they called him Snoopy) for an extra 3 months to give him a chance to let his fur grow back in - nobody wanted a bald cat ! So I named him after the prison, Sing-Sing. I gave them the money anyway as a donation.
I got home ad let him out of the carrier...slowly he crawled out, slightly nervous, but (as they had named him,) he got snoopy really fast, sniffing and exploring my cabin.. He was so excited; I tried taking a picture of him, but it was a blur because he was in constant motion.
At the time I lived in a small cabin with just 2 rooms separated by a block of concrete, with the living room/bedroom on one side, and the kitchen and half bathroom on the other. No palace, but better than a cage!
We have since moved into a mobile home, with lots more room for both of us, and a screened in porch where we both watch the birds. He has always been an indoor cat, but a couple of times when he did run out the door he got terrified because of the enormity of the outdoors and hid immediately under the porch, and when I finally got him back inside he is content to stay there. he doesn't even try anymore!
He is my furry friend, my hot-water-bottle. He always knows when I have pain, either in my abdomen or in my arthritic lower back, and he curls up as closely against the sore spot as possible.
His only demands are regularly cleaned litter and regularly scheduled meals, but on my 'bad' days, he lies patiently on a pillow next to my head and checks every movement I make.
I have had many cats and all of them were special, but this guy survived a house fire with me, and I look at him when he sleeps and remember how close he came to being "put down'. I get a lump in my throat thinking about it.
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2nd story: MY FIRST DOG

I had a small dog when I was young, named 'Phoebe" (pronounced Fee Bee, like the singer , Phoebe Snow). My father worked as a professional musician almost every night at a club with a big dance floor and a disco ball (I don't know what they called them before 'disco").

One night my sister and I were in bed, asleep, when our parents woke us up and said to come downstairs to see something. This was very unusual, for sure, so we ran down the stairs, went into the kitchen, and if we had brakes on our feet they would have screeched and left tire marks!

Sitting there was a tiny dog, maybe twice as big as a chihuahua. She was black and tan, with a curly tail. Well that little dog looked at us, with pleading eyes, and she was trembling all over from fright. My sis and I both went over to her and got down on the floor to talk to her and pet her.

I can't remember why or how she got to us,or if we were told, but we didn't care. We were allowed to take her back upstairs and share the big bed in the guest room with little Phoebe between us, licking our hands and faces and rolling around, so happy to be loved and get lots of attention. I don't know how old she was, but she was not a puppy. I think I was maybe 9 or 10 at the time.

My dad went off to work, and said to my mother that he would call when he took his breaks, to hear the various names we chose. I don't know how many names it took until I finally said "what about Phoebe?" I think my dad was surprised I even knew that name, let alone how to pronounce it, so Phoebe she was!

We loved that little dog, and she went everywhere with us, and we took turns having her in our rooms at night. Eventually she turned into my dog more than my sister's; my sister didn't go anywhere, except sometimes on her bike or down to the river. I was always over at other people's houses on the street, and Phoebe came with me.

For such a small dog, she was fiercely protective, and it was funny how she would growl and start biting people's shoes...no matter how many times they dislodged her, she would be biting their shoes again until I had to pick her up and hold her 'til she calmed down. Nobody liked her, especially not boys, and one or two of the kids' parents would not allow her in the yard - probably she pooped or maybe she peed in their gardens, I don't know.

When mom came home from work, Phoebe knew what time that was and sat right near the door waiting. My mom would walk inside and Phoebe would get up on her hind legs and dance in circles and yap and just go bonkers. I guess mom was the one who brought her home. Dad never paid attention he was too selfish and jealous of anyone paying attention to anyone but him. He wasn't cruel to her, he just didn't care much for pets.

I am not sure how long we had her for, but she was aging to the point where her skin smelled bad, and she had trouble walking and other things.

One day when sis and I came home from school, she was gone. It was winter, and I was fretting about her being outside. My dad told us that sometimes when dogs get old, they know they are sick and go somewhere to die. We believed him, and that was probably the only humane thing he ever did. He was usually blunt, say, if a cat died he would just say, the cat died, and that was it.

I loved that wee doggie. i remember she was not "fixed' - we couldn't afford it, so we kept her indoors when she was in heat, and mom took a pair of underpants, cut a hole for her tail and put them on her so she wouldn't drip. They usually always fell off anyway.

One day I forgot, and she ran out of the house and before I could stop it, a dog was on her. My mom was angry with me, even though it was an accident. I understand why now, but I was confused back then,

Then there came another night when mom woke us up, and told us to come into the other room with her. Phoebe was in a box lined with old rags and towels. We were confused, and mom told us Phoebe was going to give birth to puppies. After a while, the first one started to come out, and then suddenly slid right out, covered in placenta material, which Phoebe licked off gently, and before we knew it, a second pup appeared. They were both cleaned up by Phoebe with some help from mom.

There were just the two; One black, the other gold. One pup got adopted fairly quickly and I think the other one must have gone to the SPCA. We did not have time enough to get attached to them, but they grew to a good size during the time we had them.

Once they were gone, Phoebe kept a nest of her own under a desk, and she took an alligator squeaky toy to her nest which she guarded seriously, snapping and growling at anyone who tried to take it from her. Poor dog, missing her pups.

We did learn some good lessons on life with that little pet. I loved her and missed her for years. Thank you mom for giving my sister and me, and Phoebe, a lot of love and caring, and showing us the miracle of birth.
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MY SECOND DOG
A year or so after I moved here, we adopted a dog; a beautiful Collie/Shepherd mix. 
He was living with a family in another town. Both parents worked, and the kids went to school, leaving him chained up all day in the backyard. His breed of dog is built to run and to make boundaries. After a while, when someone would come home and let him off the leash, he would make a break for it and head up the street towards the highways etc.
Eventually the husband left, without taking "his " dog with him. The lady was distraught, but knew she had no choice for Cody(the dog) sake.
So, while mom comforted the lady' tears, I went and talked to the kids. They seemed OK with it, no crying, just a little sniffling. I told them about our home and our land, and how Cody would be free to run and run, all the time. They seemed to like that. So off we went, as quickly as we could, and now we were the proud parents of a fine dog who just lay down on the back seat for the entire drive.
We got him home, and I took him to my cabin to settle him and reassure him. I actually slept on the floor and occasionally gave him a treat.
He was still subdued for a few days, but the call of the wild was strong, and he wanted to explore everything. It was autumn, so the trails were easy to follow, and the meadow was not muddy or wet. Lots of smells! The first summer he did just that: He ran and ran and ran.
Then I had to occasionally have friends take Cody into their homes while I traveled to the city. This meant, to his breed, that their property was a part of his boundaries, and he would run in that direction, on the side of the road. Sadly, that put an end to his free runs, since people were complaining of the danger to drivers.
Anyhow, eventually all settled down, life became routine, familiar, and with lots of car rides and occasionally visitors for him to love. We had Cody for approximately 5 years (he was 1 year old when we got him). Then the day came, when tragedy struck in our lives.
On an unusually cold morning in spring, in the early hours of the morning, I got up and placed a space heater (the kind with wires that heat up) at the end of my bed. I started to fall back to sleep , when a loud noise sat me upright: The end of my bed was on fire!!
Apparently, a wicker cat basket on a shelf above the heater had fallen, or been knocked over by the cat, and fell directly on top of the heater. Poof! Instant kindling. In minutes the place was engulfed in greasy, thick ,black smoke. The fire was beginning to rage in that old wood cabin. The flames were between myself and Cody...I tried a few times to get to him, and I kept calling, but he was afraid to cross the flames. His sense of smell was clogged by smoke.
Finally, sadly, I just had to give up, and get out of there. I did get the cat, however. I ran to mom's house, and called for help. They arrived quickly, but that old wood just burned out of control for a very long time, and basically all they could do was keep it wet so it wouldn't spread to the dry leaves and trees, etc.
I prayed for a miracle, but it was not to be so. Our beloved dog was gone, and I was guilty. Mercifully, the firemen took the body and buried it so I did not have to see him like that.
It has taken a very long time for me to recover from that incident. I still cry sometimes. ~R.I.P Cody~
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OUR "NEW" DOG
After the loss of our sweet Cody, we were devastated. We spent all spring and summer looking for  a used mobile home in good condition, and affordable, to replace the cabin after all the remains had been torn down and hauled away. I stayed in a converted school bus for the summer after the fire, and in the fall we finally got lucky and found a great mobile home, 15 years old but looking brand new. It cost just enough for the fire insurance to cover.
We had it towed, and parked it on the edge of the property while the ground was being leveled.  We had to put it in the same spot because of the well and septic tank being there.
Over the next few years we covered it with more insulation and boards, a tin roof, plus built on a screened in porch - it looks like a "real" house now!
Every once in a while I would suggest to mom that we should think about getting another dog, to help keep wild critters away for one thing, and as a companion for another. She never wanted to discuss it; she was still too upset by the loss of a dog whom she had come to love, as she had never really been a dog person before getting Cody. The pain was still too great. I hurt badly, too, since I still blamed myself for the fire an his death.
Then, one day last December, our handyman (a husky dog owner and amateur sled team racer) told us of a family nearby who had a husky that had to be adopted - their grown son had moved home with Chimo, but there were already two large dogs living there and a few cats, plus they were planning renovations inside and out.
We were the first people to come, just like with Cody, and the people just assumed we would take him, just like with Cody! But fortunately, Chimo came over to greet us, and licked our hands and wagged his tail, with warm brown eyes expressing his desire to make friends. So we did take him after all.
He has brown eyes instead of the usual blue or white, which I am glad for since it is easier to 'read' the expression in those warm eyes. Cody always had a big goofy dog grin,
Chimo doesn't, but his body language and those eyes tell us what's going on.
He fitted in right away,with no sign of being upset. Maybe he was just happy to be the only dog, I don't know. He is fine with mom's six cats and my one cat. never chases them or anything, but if they go near his food dish, he snaps at them as a warning.
I found that instead of comforting me from my loss, I actually got too emotional and couldn't bond with Chimo for quite a while. I liked him well enough, but instead of erasing the memories, he brought them back.
So I was all backwards - I wanted a dog, and mom was hesitant, but now it was me who could not accept the new dog right way, but mom cold and did. He is more her dog than mine, even though I have finally gotten to enjoy him for who he is, but he stays at mom's house and occasionally stays the night with me. She is a natural morning person and out in her garden most of the time in good weather, so he is better off over there.
I know I will come to love him as much as I loved Cody, but it will take more time - it has only been 6 months. This is a lovely sweet tempered dog who deserves attention and loving, as all pets do. I do make the effort to get friendly with him, and he is always happy to see me or stay the night with me, so I am warming up to him bit by bit.
We are very lucky to have 'found' him, and sometimes our handyman brings one of his
better tempered dogs along with him, and Chimo plays with them with no aggression. It's sweet to see him playing, but he also seems satisfied when the other dog leaves, and he stretches out for a nap on the porch sofa !
I am sure that I will soon grow just as fond of him soon - after all, in the 6 months we have had him, I have gone away twice on vacations, so there is some bonding time missing that may have made more of a difference, had I stayed home. He is a good dog with no bad habits that I can fault him for. He likes people and other animals, so well in fact, that he is not a very good watchdog - he likes people too much, and only barks if it's someone he knows LOL. Well, no two are the same, but I am sure that Chimo is a good member of our family!


Our Third Dog


This past February, the girlfriend of our handyman had to leave her dog behind to stay with hm, and his 20-some sled racing dogs. Toby is an older dog, we guess his age at about 8 to 10 years old, and certainly not meant for racing - So Frank had no choice but to leave Toby at home on a short leash outside, or else he would tear things up inside if left alone. Well, we just couldn't stand the thought, so I offered to take Toby and foster him until his owner was settled. Things are going well, for both Toby and me. He has put on weight (Frank was feeding him a diet that was not right for a dog of his age and inactivity), and his pink eye has disappeared. He is part beagle, part basset hound and maybe a little of some other kind. He doesn't bark, he whimpers and whines when unhappy, but no barking. He is a loving, playful dog, and very strong for his size and years - he used to pull on the leash so hard that he was strangling himself - we tried a harness instead but it broke. We were worried that he might try to run off - being confused about where he is supposed to be, and the trait in beagles to roam...but now, we don't use a leash - he just runs at top speed to my house or to mom's or to the car. He communicates well, and also knows commands. I have broken him of the habits of strewing garbage and getting into other things, and now I have a baby gate across the living room /kitchen, so he won't eat the cat's food (although sometimes he manages it). He loves butt rubs and ear strokes, and we have a fun time when I wake up,. rolling about on the bed as he pushes his nose down under the covers and I scratch his butt ad play with him. He is a good sleeper, like me - and sometimes if I am up later than usual, he will come and paw at me , to tell me to come to bed! He gets along with Chimo, our husky, and they play together n nice days in mom's large fenced in garden. he loves car rides, and wants to be up front, but will stay in the back when told. I don't know if I will be keeping him permanently or not - I have grown to love him very much, and will miss him terribly if he leaves. He has had such an unsettled life - I just hope I may keep him and love him and play with him for a long time.

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ME

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I am a former city girl who grew up in a small community with lots of field, forest, river and streams. I have now returned to a rural area, on a piece of land abutting my mother's 17 acres of woodland, wetland, meadow and gardens. 
I intend to stay here for the rest of my days. I can walk outside to trees instead of traffic. A disability prevents me from ever working again, but i was fortunate to have a good insurance policy at my last job. I have always loved to be in nature, solitary, watching and listening to the animals and the whispers of the trees. 
I have many interests. My goal is to get back to my former artistic self, and relearn to draw and paint. I also love music and singing, and I have taken vocal coaching. I go to low impact aquafit classes at the local pool , also to help the back muscles. I love animals and wildlife, but Mom and I are typical eccentric ladies with hordes of cats.(can you be 'typical' if you are 'eccentric?") In my home I have one cat , long haired mostly white with large orange patches and tail who is a jealous guy that has always been an indoor cat, and he goes ballistic at the sight of other cats. My mother has six: 2 grey and white, two orange tabbys and two calico. 
I love to travel when I can, and I love reading, especially mysteries - the old fashioned gumshoe paperbacks are my favourites. 
I collect vintage stuff of all kinds, but particularly hats, clothing, shoes and gloves. I also make jewelry out of broken pieces, o they are one of a kind.
I am single, never married, no kids. I also love playing on the PC, and meeting people. I hope to make more friends, and I am a loyal, sensitive, unpredictable but trustworthy person. I answer EVERY SINGLE message, even if it is just a picture. I hope to call YOU my friend! 

THIS IS MY BLOG

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Cartoons and Inspirational Quotes

Photo: Art & Design Posted by GC Gabriela Cimpoaie

    

Things I want to do before I turn 100

BEFORE I TURN 100


There are so many things I would love to do - some realistic, others pipe dreams, but fantasy is a great place to indulge...
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YUP, I wanna be a street-busker-extraordinaire. At that age, who gives a flip?!


I would like to see this planet of ours cleaned up !

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I still think there is a chance for me to find another person to love and love me back

 

I want to really start taking my artisitic talents more seriously
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I want to curb my sweet tooth

 
and exchange it for healthier fresh foods


 
I have a great collection of "funeral hats" and I want to make a showcase of them as well as some of the hats I make, and other vintage clothing and apparel.


 

I want to travel to more places, maybe the South of France, or maybe the North Pole


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A DAY IN THE (RAIN)FOREST
Bridal Veil Falls near Chilliwack



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    Carja

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    01/03/17

    Have a wonderful and peaceful new year.
     
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    Carja

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    Enjoy your day.
    Broaden your horizons.
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    Carja

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    05/29/16

    Hope all is going well for you.
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    Carja

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    Have a good day
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    Have a wonderful fall.....
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    Carja

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    Hello!
    Hope your day is going great.
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    Carja

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    03/19/15

    Hi   Hope you and your mom are doing well and have come to love your new home.  With spring on the way, you can get out and enjoy yourselves.
    Take care
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    Carja

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    you take your eyes off your goal. Henry Ford
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    Rubie

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    01/21/15

    Thanks for the kind words Laura, we won't lose touch, if you want my address etc: anytime inbox me  on FB, I won't write it down here.Big hugs.
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    Rubie

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    01/19/15

    Hi Laura.The throat swabs I had done showed nothing , I wish they did show infection because then I could have anti-bs. I still have the earache but my sore throat is a little better now.It has calmed down now and very cold, some wintry showerrs around and below freezing every night.I'm glad it's not so cold there now , it does have advantages not to be stuck in the middle of nowhere as you were before, I hope you are liking that? I did read about your karaoke machine, what fun  lol.I am not going to be replying to comments anymore Laura, I just don't have the time here on Yuku as I used to have, I post on the boards less and less, maybe because I am getting older lol but family and bunnies  are  taking up more of time, I will keep in touch with you on FB though.Have a nice evening and stay warm , hugs.

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    01/19/15

    Reply from Hornet:

    Hi Ruth!
    I am so sorry nothing helped your ear and throat. I hope it clears up very soon. Yes, it's good not to be trapped in the middle of nowhere - everything in walking distance, and gets me out of the house.
    We found a woman who will do my light housekeeping, and we already have so  much in common we are talking over each other ! She also worried a bit about how she would be seen in Hope, but she isn't that badly outstanding. Tattoos and blue hair, but to me that's pretty commonplace. Still, I know how she feels. Her partner is a tattooist, so I am going to check out some of his work and maybe get one done.
    Yes, Ruth, I had an inkling that you would be tired of yuku. I cannot blame you at all, and I will probably quit myself pretty soon. I do want to thank you very much for being such a good friend and reading my long, long posts here. Certainly we will see each other on FB. It was good , too, to have met you and Dave in person. I will always have that memory. If you ever want to reach me outside of FB or yuku, my mailing address is:
    Box 2218
    #342 Odd Street
    Hope, BC
    V0X 1L0
    Email: [email protected]

    Farewell, and see you on the boards over at FB
    PS I post a lot there, so if too much of my stuff is sticking to your news feed, you can go to my home page and click on "unfollow" - that way, you still "Like" me, and if you want to check out my posts, just go over there.

    Many Many big squishy hugs to you, my friend, and to Dave as well.
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