The Visionary, Not-a-Town-Council-Meeting Meeting.

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When is she coming home?

On this evening, Toby brought Blue Puppy to the door, and they both sat side by side for the longest time looking outside.  Of course, as soon as I grabbed the camera Toby ran away.

Last week there was a confusing article in the paper about a proposed bike path for this town and which streets might be affected by it.  There seemed to be so many problems with what I read that I decided to go /limp to a town council meeting to find out what was going on.

The meeting was hosted by the Heritage Foundation which is responsible for creating bike trails across the state.  Another function of the meeting was town planning combined with trying to revive the historical society.  While I didn’t agree with everything that was proposed, it was interesting to meet people so passionate about both their hobby and the town.

This town isn’t part of the state-wide bike trail, but some people would like to draw cyclists through the streets as a means of increasing revenue.  They feel that with more traffic will come more business.  I seem to recall, though, that having traffic is not enough, you need to draw the right traffic.

This “town” is basically an intersection of two streets which are lined closely on both sides with residences and houses converted for small businesses.  We have a car dealership, an antiques store, an agricultural store, a nail salon, a bank, a Post Office, a lawyer, two pizza shops, a bar and absolutely no parking.  I am trying to envision how seasonal cyclists will help these businesses.  Most of the time when they come through town now, it is after business hours or on weekends.  Other than the pizza shops and the bar, I can’t see anyone being open when they are here.

In order to bring cyclists into the town, planners have proposed either a bridge or a tunnel so that riders won’t have to cross the dangerous highway that is between the trail and the downtown.  This brings to mind a whole host of other concerns.  Whenever I talk to neighbors about what I learned at the meeting, they all cringe at the mention of a tunnel.  Anything out of sight of daylight is an invitation for trouble.  No one wants to make it any easier to hide drug activities.  We are already a high-traffic location in that we are at an important north-south/east-west intersection along drug trafficking routes.

The history buffs at the meeting wanted to accentuate the significance of different buildings and features of the town (like the horse watering trough*, I kid you not) to try to draw tourists.  The cycling enthusiasts want to create bike lanes along the existing two lane streets that have on-street parking.  The two seem to be at odds with each other.  To create bike lanes, it is likely you will have to destroy the slate sidewalks.  If you destroy the sidewalks, then you have lost part of the history.

My concern is that the proposed bike lane will go pretty much right past where I live.  I would like to make sure that there is still room in this town for slow-moving dog walkers to fit in.  Also, with the landscape the way it is, there are hill tops where you can’t see what traffic might be coming toward you.  I rely on being able to hear cars, but if a silent cyclist were to crest a hill where my pups and I were walking, the results could be disastrous.

Neighbors seem to feel that there is no way that an idea like this one could go through, but they won’t go to any meetings either.  I worry that apathy might allow the few to decide for the many.  Actually, something like that was brought up at the meeting.  The way that the organization is trying to tell people what is going on and to gather feedback is through Facebook and Survey Monkey.  I pointed out that many of the people impacted by this proposed path are not on Facebook and have no idea what is going on.  The group’s reply was that they have no funds and that Facebook is free.  To me, that was a weak argument.  If you have to, go door to door and talk to people.  Senior homeowners don’t deserve to have this sprung on them merely because they don’t use Facebook.

This was my first foray into local politics.  There is a regular town council meeting coming up on Thursday, and I am thinking of going to see what I might learn.  The boys yell at me that I am deserting them, but I reassure them that I am doing this to make sure that we have the freedom to pee on lawns for many years to come.

Horse Watering Trough with Geordie

Not my photo.  Borrowed from the internet

and re-imagined with Geordie.

 

*Truthfully I like the horse watering trough.  It really does have a colorful history.  Geordie likes it because I let him play in it whenever we go downtown.

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For more Bitey and Toby fun, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

In Dream Our World, Bitey and Toby spend a day at the MOTI, the Museum of the Imagination.  (Since Geordie didn’t think anyone was looking, he was actually nice to Toby.)

Dream Our World is available at Amazon.

 

 

 

 

Eww…

Close up image of cicadae.

We got really lucky this year in that three different types of cicadae are all hatching at the same time.  If you live in town, it isn’t so bad, but the further out in the country you are the more likely you are to lose your sanity having to listen to millions of these things serenading each other with their songs of courtship.  (A local newspaper told us that we were to expect locusts, but these are obviously not locusts.)

We had a bumper crop of cicadae when Geordie was a puppy, and he loved crunching on the shells.  Thankfully Toby doesn’t seem to be interested in them.  I don’t think I could hold down my lunch if I had to listen to that again.

Two cicadae sunning themselves.

Other than sounding like Hollywood UFOs, these oversized insects are doing something terrible which is distracting the local birds away from a very important job…eating the ants that are taking over my garden!  The robins are so fat and lazy after gorging on cicadae that they lie around on their backs with their wings on their stomachs whining for Tums.

By the time the cicadae are back underground, I think the ants will have taken over like one of those 1970’s TV disaster movies.  (Starring Linda Day George, of course.)

Puppy Cairn terrier chewing on a door stop.

What?  You would rather I eat the cicadae?

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Cover of the book Dream Our World

Come to a world with no ants and no cicadae!  Join Bitey and Toby in Dream Our World as the visit the museum of their dreams.

Inside, the boys imagine themselves into the famous works of art – they have no interest in the lesser known ones – as they explore all that the museum has to offer.

(Honest.  It’s really cute.  I have found that everyone from little kids to great grandmas enjoy it.)

 

Where’s Robert Redford?

Trying to look on the bright side after my fall, I told myself that my enforced sedentism would allow me to catch up sewing or drawing or maybe even blog posts. Instead, the lack of adequate exercise has left me unable to focus on anything and eating way too much.

Last week I was finally able to hobble out to the garden and plant some bedding plants my folks had bought.  I had forgotten just how peaceful it can be in the garden, focusing on one small task at a time when – wham! – some stupid bee stung me.  Twice.

I got stung by a bee while working in the garden.

As always, my boys are completely unconcerned with what happened to me. Toby in particular has been miserable to deal with because he hasn’t had enough exercise.  The two of them jump on me and tip over the trash can and steal my books.  Toby has discovered the bag I have ready to go to charity.  No matter where I put it or how I secure it, he figures out a way to grab something and run.

Enjoy your naughtiness now, little puppy for one day I will be better. On that day, you’ll be in trouble…

The Owie

Pair of boots sitting on grass.

These were my boots when they were young and innocent…before they became attempted murderers.

 

Photo of swollen and bruised legs.

 

 

Fat, swollen, bruised legs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is hard to tell from these photos just how swollen and colorful my legs were from the fall.  After more than a week of healing, my left knee is only slightly smaller than it was in the photo.  (Yuck.  Old lady legs.)

Two Cairn terriers asleep on the floor.

I cannot tell you how bored we are with your knees.  Walk us already!

If my boys do care about me being hurt, they are hiding it deep, deep down inside themselves.  Geordie is normally the slowest, pokiest dog in town on our walks, but now he wants to fly.  He is lucky I can’t balance on one leg or I would boot him in the behind.

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To see what my boys do when I am not around, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.

Cover of the book Dream Our World

Dream Our World tells the story of two little puppies who go to the museum of their dreams.

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Here is another behind the scenes story from Dream Our World:

The picture called “Dr. T. J. Eckleberg” is a reference to The Great Gatsby. We all remember from freshman English the billboard with the spectacles that represent the eyes of God looking down at the characters? Well, Dr. T. J. Eckleberg is “Mommy” looking down at the naughty pups who are so totally ignoring her that they’ve turned our backs and are playing with stuff they bought from the gift shop.

 

 

The Airborne Oak

Little oak tree, you can't live here. Let me take you to the woods and transplant you,

Holy crap! My right boot lace got caught on my left boot hook. My feet are tied together!

Splat!

I didn't know humans could fly. Is it legal to say those words in this state?

Ew, this is so disgusting! I am soaked clear through to my underwear.

Ow! I'm not going to be able to walk for weeks! You know what this means, don't you? No supervision!

I'll go get us something from the fridge. I'll get the toilet brush!

Yes, this was my week.  For some reason, bad things are easier to deal with in Bitey World, so I put it here.

I told my neighbor that it really says something about my place in the community that I can lie face down in a puddle of mud in the middle of the street, and people just drive by.  Am I like the town drunk where this type of behavior is expected?

I was fortunate that this accident happened only a short distance from where I live.  After landing on first my knees, then my face I was still able to hobble home.   I was planning to plant the tiny oak in a clearing next to the sideways tree, but he didn’t withstand the trauma of flying.  So sorry little one; I tried.

The puppies have been totally disgusted that we have had beautiful weather all week, and they haven’t been outside to enjoy any of it.  Their frustrations finally boiled over today.  Geordie poked me repeatedly with his nose while Toby beat me with his toy moon.  Thanks for the sympathy guys.

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Cover of the book Dream Our World

For a pleasant distraction, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.  Inside, Bitey and Toby spend a day at the museum of their dreams.

The book has a number of inside jokes (to me, anyway).  One is that the “Additional Artists” are all really me.  If you note their names, they are the letters of my name rearranged.  If you like my work and would like to commission your own piece of artwork, please visit my store for more examples.

 

Its Been an Exhausting Day

Two Cairn terriers asleep on the floor.

Just before this picture was snapped, I am sure I heard a whispered, “Mischief managed” and a light tap.  I bet if you check their pockets, you’ll find a particular map.

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As you can see, my two have mastered “We’re so bored we’re going to die”.  They are frustrated because I have been at the computer too much this past week.  I am just so close to getting this blasted book done that I don’t want to quit now.  The book is trying to quit.  It is doing everything it can to commit electronic suicide, but I keep bringing it back from the edge. If I’m successful, I may have something to post about later this week.

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A Trail of Evidence

This is what I found after a suspiciously quiet moment.

Two gloves lying on the floor

Blue puppy is to blame for the gloves on the floor.

Terrier peeking around corner from his hiding place.

It wasn’t me, Mom.  You can clearly see it was Blue Puppy.

Toby loves Blue Puppy, but I am finding that he is the scapegoat for a lot of things that go wrong around here.  Things where Toby is somehow nearby….

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Don’t forget to pick up a copy of Poopiter.

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER

Poopiter is available at Amazon.   (Some people donate their copies to their local children’s libraries or the children’s ward at the hospital.  Kids love reading about naughty puppies.)

You’ll want to be caught up on the boys’ adventures before they start their next one which is coming up soon.  I have been working on this next book for a very long time, and it looks like I am in the final stretch.  Yeah,  I’m happy!

Visiting the Funeral Home

Picture of a funeral home

On Monday, the boys and I accompanied Grandma to the funeral home to say goodbye to another friend and neighbor we have lost this year.  (Well, we haven’t lost them.  We know where they are, but we can’t see them from where we’re standing.)

The pups and I waited outside while Grandma went inside to pay her respects.  While we were out there, person after person came out of the building and straight over to Geordie and Toby.  They had to greet and be greeted.  They told me stories of their own beloved pups – both those who had passed and those who had recently joined the family.  Every person left with a big smile on his or her face.

Children especially seem cheered and distracted from the grief around them when there is a puppy at the funeral home.  Maybe more could consider having therapy dogs on site for those who need the comfort.  I know I would want to visit the therapy dog.

Two Cairn terriers sitting in the grass.

We’re puppies.  We can fix anything!!

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Kitties and Terrier Screams

Watercolor painting of cat

Image not stolen.  I made it myself!

 

Frantic looking Cairn terrier

The kitties!  The kitties!  Can’t you see the kitties?

This picture was taken at a Halloween party at the pet store.  For some reason they decided to stage the photos in front of the kitty adoption section.  Geordie can’t hold in his excitement when a feline is around.  As you can see, his is not a happy look but a frantic one.

Some terriers have the “terrier scream” and my boy is one of them.  It is a very human sounding noise, as if a person were yelling, “Aaaaagh!  Aaaaagh!  Aaaaaagh!” at the top of their lungs.  Trust me, you get awfully strange looks when your dog starts belting out some of those.

Even now when Geordie is a very mature pup and has lost a lot of lung capacity to cancer, he can still shout out a terrier scream loud enough to break windows.

Kitties beware.

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Don’t forget to pick up a copy of Poopiter!  It tells the illustrated story of Bitey and Toby’s first year together.  (You’ll want to catch up on things before their next book is published.)

Bitey Dog and Toby in POOPITER

Poopiter is available from Amazon.