— on the passing of a pet —

Monday, December 17th, 2018 —> -2˚C / +27˚F – dark and cloudy @ 4:39 am.

Jassper Dancing With Cathi

– Jassper dancing with Cathi during a Doctor Who special on the ‘Space Channel’ in Canada. –

— Our puppy went bounding off into the spirit realm at about 3:30 am Saturday morning without a whimper.

Jassper rearranging the blankets

– “What??? You thought the queen sized bed wasn’t big enough for the three of us? See, all I had to do was rearrange the blankets for you – Now you can curl up there and Cathi can have that side and I get this part? Right?” –

— I’ve got some cuter than heck puppy pictures that my eyes are too wet to search for right now, but for now the two above will more than set the stage —

—  Any pet can be a close family member. You really can’t measure how much pure love and joy they give you.

— I remember reading in a post office propaganda ‘informational newsletter’ type magazine – they posted an article about the events in a life that deliver the most health threatening stress to anyone. The jerks that wrote that article wanted to impress upon us the idea that having a conflict with a supervisor was more stressful than it was worth – So of course we should ‘bite the bullet’ and take any of their b.s. egotistical/economic warfare orders in stride and do as we were told without question.

— But more stressful than arguing with a supervisor was the death of a family member and especially a spouse.

— One discussion I remember with a Yoga Master touched on the idea that ‘friendship’ was a higher form of love than romantic love. { You don’t expect your friends to take out your garbage, cook your meals a certain way at a certain time, complete all sorts of chores you don’t particularly enjoy without you asking – and if a friend tells a woman that a dress she thought was the height of fashion or extraordinarily beautiful didn’t look that good on her that wouldn’t cause as much of a melt-down as a spouse taking one look at her in that dress and laughing or saying, “What were you thinking? That makes you look like you gained thirty pounds and aged ten years.” Friends can tell you things you wouldn’t want to hear from a lover. }

— So maybe a pet isn’t as important in your life as your spouse or life partner, but they’re danged close – and when they’re suddenly not there any more and that incredible source of love and companionship is suddenly gone… – man! that can rip you inside out.

— But the universe hates a vacuum – and it is a real spiritual law that when one loved one leaves your life – another one will step in and not fill that void exactly, but bring a new source of love and inspiration to you. — Can I quote Tom Petty? ‘The waiting is the hardest part.’

— I’ve been deep in the twilight zone for a couple days, too deep to function on any usual level. I had a very strong impression that Jassper came to see me shortly after he made the initial stages of his transition to his next stage in life and didn’t understand why he didn’t feel the same when he jabbed me in my elbow with his nose. He was happy that his arthritis wasn’t bothering him, and I think he wanted to go for a walk up and down the street the way we used to before his Labrador Retriever health quirks twisted his hips out of their normal configuration. I had to tell him he’d graduated to a higher level and could now go bounding off to new worlds and find his mother and brothers and sisters and a whole new huge extended family in the happy puppy romping grounds. — He perked up and took off to try that out. He’s still out there romping, barking ecstatically at anything and everything who’ll pay attention to him over there.

— And we’re still back here in the material world crying our eyes out, wondering why we’re not greeted by a happily wagging tail and a look that wants to know if we brought him anything to eat.

 

🙁

~~~~~ Jim

Tuesday – Valentines Day – 2017 – Aftermath?

Tuesday, February 14th, 2017 —>  -10˚C / +14˚F with ‘light snow’ blowing around @ 8:54 am —> I think we survived —> Counting fingers and toes —> The wind chill earlier was -18˚C / 0˚F —>  Today would be my Godfather, Larry Toronto’s Birthday —> Happy Valentines Day? —

over 5 foot high drifts.

– “Drift Height” At 7:50 am this morning. When the plow finally found our street it left us only about eight inches of heavily packed ridge of snow at the end of the driveway, but it sure looked like a case of, ‘Ya can’t get there from here-‘ even after digging and snow-blowing into the night. –

— Cathi and I were out digging and snow-blowing until midnight and still had this much snow to deal with at a time when she would have had to be halfway to work if she was going in today – This is @ ten minutes to 8 this morning.

Cathi digging while snow was still fying Feb 13, 2017.

– 9:27 pm – February 13th – 2017 – This is Cathi digging out the canyon from the porch to the shed where we had to knock down the steel shed’s door to get at the snow blower –

— There was still a little bit of snow either still falling or flying around at 9:27 pm when I took the photo of Cathi working on the trench from the porch door to the steel shed where we had a bit of a problem getting the snow-blower out to begin with – had to knock the door off its track and pull it out of the way to get at the snow blower. –

Before the dig at the back of the van - with weird lights in the photo.

– This was taken one minute before I took the photo of Cathi digging in the trench – This is before we started the snowblower- Don’t know what the ‘anomalous lights’ are heading in different directions here – Your guess is as good as mine –

— I thought I’d like to take a ‘Before’ photo before we started the Snow-Blower and attacked the snow drifts here – the above is what I got, with a couple surprises in the ‘anomalous lights’ department.

'I think I can-'

– The snow blower is chugging along, singing, “I think I can-” to itself here. I think Cathi got better photos of me and the snowblower at work – they’re on her facebook page –

— The black plastic thing you can see attached to the red snow blower here came off when I was struggling alongside a five foot high drift that caved in and fell across the snowblower – It was easy enough to find the black plastic thingamajig – that you’re supposed to use to get ice chunks out of the blades, hopefully without loosing any fingers or other important body parts – But the little red choke knob disappeared and maybe we’ll find it later – if the snow ever melts – and this isn’t the beginning of a new ice age ???

I think I can .02

– “I think I can .02”? With another strange streak of light ‘photo-bombing’ us here. –

— We get a lot of orbs when we’re shooting photos out there in the driveway-

" Are You Still Alive? "

– 11:16 pm – During a bit of a warm up break – The dog wants to know if I’m still alive – and can I get him some kind of treat to prove it? –

— When the cat looks at me like that I get the creepy feeling that he’s asking, “Are you dead yet? Can I eat you now?” With the dog it’s more like, “Oh no- if you’re dead who can I blackmail for half as many treats as I get out of you?”

Wellington Court Apres Blizzard.

– This was our road at 11:23 pm last night. The city trucks were still concentrating on the main roads in town and there still was a ban on non-emergency vehicles in place. A landlord with a 4 or six family rental house up the street came through with his own plow and carved one lane through the snow all the way up to his apartment building. – I don’t know if he went any farther- Haven’t been up that way, and the city sent its yellow industrial earth mover up here with its plow attached at about 5:30 am this morning. –

— The landlord who owns an apartment up the street came through and plowed one lane of our two lane ‘Court’ here- There is between 4 and six feet of the lane on our side of the street covered in snow in this photo- I made it halfway up to our nearest neighbour’s driveway and the snow-blower began spitting and sputtering. So I gave up on that good deed –

Wellington Court Looking downhill and East.

– This is looking East from the same spot as the previous photo – Highly reflective stop sign off to the right of the snow drift in the road. I tried carving into a bit of the heavily packed wind-driven snow in the road downhill that way and learned that the snow-blower didn’t want to go downhill either. –

— It isn’t easy trying to get a twenty seven inch wide, um, two feet high? – snowblower to work in the face of five feet tall (and taller?) drifts of heavily packed snow, even the light fluffy stuff that was packed pretty danged hard when you got a foot below the surface – I spent a lot of time last night with the shovel, knocking the top of drifts down and into the path I’d been able to make with the snow-blower already – After an hour and a half of chugging away the snow blower started coughing and sputtering and shut itself off several times. That’s When I discovered that the choke’s knob had gone missing. 🙁  – I gave up around midnight, slept lightly, woke up when the earth mover plowed the road, noticed that it looked like the plow only left about six inches of ridge at the end of our driveway, Conked out for another hour – got up, got insulated – went out, couldn’t get the Snow-blower to work – I think something froze in the gas line. – and began digging. The six inch ridge was more like eight inches of hard packed, heavy snow. I had to chop the stuff with vertical down thrusts of shovel before I could move any of it. I also had to go inside a couple times to thaw out and chugalug caffeine to warm my innards.

— Cathi got up and joined me with shovel in hand and we dug until she went back inside and called in, told the answering machine that we were stuck and she couldn’t make it in that morning, and had a dentist’s appointment at 2 pm, so ‘See you on Wednesday-‘

— We kept chugging away with shovels until she gave up and went back inside and gave herself something to eat and chugged a cup of coffee herself.

— I kept at it until I had cleared everything in front of the van ( which we had left pointed toward the street ) and cleared the exhaust pipe ( “Important!” A couple stranded motorists died of carbon monoxide poisoning a little bit north of here in the past month. ) I  did manage to start the engine, clean the windshield and scrape the hard packed stuff from the sides and the little bit that had settled on the roof since the wind had died down a bit last night – and moved the van – left an impression of van in the huge drift that had formed around it.

- Van Mold? -

– Here’s the impression – the van left when I moved it. –

— I thought the impression was ‘Impressive’.

Apres initial dig.

– I thought this was one of the most impressive sights I saw last night. This is where Cathi was working, digging out our access to the steel shed so we could get at the snow-blower – She added a couple feet of shoveled snow on top of the – best guess? four and a half feet – of drift – Wow? –

— Arggghh – I told myself I would write something about love since the CBC morning program “The Current” had asked their listeners for their thoughts on the subject – But right now I’m hurtin a little too much to think about that – maybe- If I can chill in the other room and mess with the laptop leaning back in the the lounge chair – sigh — { Ache Ache – }

— Happy Valentines Day??? Cathi told me that Reese’s Pieces were not considered romantic enough and got me a bag of those from the Early pre-Easter display, 🙂

—> -20˚C / -5˚F & ‘Clear’ @ 11:54 pm in Atlantic Canada —

~~~~~ Jim

Monday – February 13th, 2017 —> #NBBlizzard —> Everything’s closed down today

Monday, February 13th, 2017  —>  -8˚C / +18˚F with heavy blowing snow and the latest wind chill was reported to be -18˚C / 0˚F —> @ 7:30 am in New Brunswick —

Blizzard Photo from Jassper's door.

– Took this #NBBlizzard photo out the ‘back’ door @ 7:13 am – That’s the dog’s area inside the fence. There is a pickup truck parked at the edge of Canada Street to the left of the green and white neighbours’ house – every now and then the wind lets up just enough so we can see it – I don’t have a good feeling about that truck’s chances to survive today –

— This is a quickie – I just want to post this photo and batten down. Cathi’s work’s building is closed today – There’s no garbage collection in our town { That’s a first } All transit has been cancelled, government of New Brunswick buildings and services along with all the schools in the province are closed today. I’m listening to an RCMP spokeswoman saying “Don’t go out today-” – The CBC radio weatherman said, ‘don’t stick your face out your door if you can help it’.

— CatchYaLater, I hope —,

~~~~~ Jim

Friday – February 10th – We did get snow over-night

Friday, February 10th, 2017  —> -17˚C / +2˚F @ 7 am with the wind blowing and the snow not falling at the moment.  —> It’s Chiara S.’s father, Richard S.’s Birthday today —

"Study i dark and light"

– 6:53 am – Before I attempted to go out there and shovel anything –

— We were supposed to get about a foot of snow – The weather guy described this as ‘Shovel Roulette’ where the wind might pile three feet of snow drifts in one driveway and blow the next one clear of any snow to speak of. The sharp line in the foreground of the photo above rises to the left from almost nothing at the lower right corner of the outside porch – below the photo -to about six feet above the ground – off to the left beyond what fit in this photo.

— I had a lot of snow to shovel before I could get to the steel shed on the left of the above photo and with -27˚C / -17˚F Wind Chills happening I had to run inside and thaw out a little before I could go out and continue on. I did get the snowblower out and I did get it going and I did manage to chug through the schnarrr mess the lovely plow people left us at the end of the driveway and Cathi did manage to get out and get herself to work. I took a bunch of photos while I was busy doing that and I’m about to load some of them here:

Snow pile with anomalous streak of light.

– The pile on the left side of this photo is snow I had to shovel off the porch and put somewhere to get outside and start seriously trying to dig a trench so Cathi might eventually be able to get to the van and get out of here – This, oddly enough, was taken at 7:07 am when (lately) it is usually light enough to see out there – I have no idea what that streak of light is – Maybe the trail of a fast moving orb? – The curly black wrought iron thing on the right is a plant holder that is, I think, between three and four feet tall. – 

Snow pie and snow dunes.

– Another view of the same pile of snow, which became I do believe, over six feet high – and the rolling dunes I thought the flash might capture – It was a lot easier to see those terrace like lines on the right than capture them in a photo –

Lines left by the wind whipping snow around.

– Wind lines – looking the other way, toward the road I did mess with the exposure a bit to make these lines show up well enough to say so here – And there are a couple more anomalous streaks of light – It was not snowing visibly when I took this. And the streak that bends like an orb changing direction in the upper right – being not as bright as the narrower streak below – it has me curious. And there might be another streak a little more than halfway up on the left, going in a different direction – The almost straight lines have me wondering, but the one that changes directions has me really wondering…. –

Cathi smiling on her way to the van in the snow.

– Cathi – Actually smiling as she turned toward me on her way to the van – in the minus 27 degree C wind chill and the prospect of braving slippery roads out there in the real world – I was surprised she found anything to smile about – Then she told me we had company and I turned to see about half a dozen deer jump and run away like they weren’t as sure about me as they were about her- Maybe too much of me was covered up in black jackets? – The smaller piles of snow around the van were what I brushed off the vehicle’s roof –

Hard to see deer in the center of this photo of a snowy hill in February.

– There are deer – hiding in plain sight near the center of this photo – behind the trees – almost chest deep in snow as they paused to see if I really was a threat before they bounded away with the others. –

Scary Jim Selfie.

– This is what the deer saw when they looked at me – I’d probably run away too – This might be the first selfie I ever took on purpose – earlier ‘goofs’ happened when the cell phone decided I wanted to take a selfie when my finger moved too close to the little ‘flip’ icon –

Laser-Eyed Moe.

– And I guess I can’t get away with not posting a photo of ‘Laser-Eyed Moe’. Yes, that really is a living cat down there – spread out like an amoeba on the ‘dog bed’ he claimed was his. I wanted to see if the flash was set to go off before I went outside and braved freezing my fingers off – & I have no idea what this cat is staring at up at the ceiling beyond my right shoulder here- But then again, Cats have a habit of staring at things that we can’t see –

— And – ouch, my back and shoulders ache from flinging snow around and pushing the snow-blower around and then writing another – duh – ten pages or so of the story that won’t let me leave it alone. —

— Ack! — ,

~~~~~ Jim