I have to say that I'm pretty bummed today and strangely, it was a really good day at the start.
Beautiful weather, a nice bike ride, found a couple of free bike seats for the baby on the road and then a guy called and said he wanted to take Ghost.
We met. It seemed perfect - lots of land, another Shepherd on the farm, a really nice family.
But it was, I'm convinced, too quick. After we left Ghost bit their dog and has been aggressive with him. So, it's off and this blessing is withdrawn. I pick up Ghost tom orrow morning. He's a sweet dog and I think he got scared after we left. Lonely for us and in a new environment. Nothing smelled like home.
More on this later.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
The big Free sale!
Becky and I are giving away all sorts of free gifts. We're cleaning out our home of stuff we don't use. Want something, check out this link to Craigslist Free Stuff and email us.
It's all going, going gone!
Ho Ho Ho.
Let us do the shopping for you. Ill conceived gifts from the land of misfit toys.
Friday, December 08, 2006
The Last Ride
I’m on I-71 and I see a sign saying, “THE LAST RIDE.” Passing the grated trailer, I see it’s a semi full of pigs on their way to slaughter.
It’s too dark and I can’t see their faces. These are anonymous animals with nothing to do but die.
An NPR talk show plays on my car radio, and people discuss whether Bush could be swayed that we’re losing the Iraq war or what would need to happen for us to win. I think of the anonymous soldiers — too many have died for us to remember their names — and I recall what the first woman elected to Congress, Jeanette Rankin, said back in the first half of the 20th century: “You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.”
That’s what all the pundits and politicians aren’t getting. It’s not just this war, it’s any war. It’s not winning or losing, but at best mitigating the bloodshed. It’s all slaughter; and if we’re to survive, as a species, we need to learn how to do something else. Otherwise we’re all just anonymous, in the dark and on our last ride.
— Stephen Carter-Novotni
It’s too dark and I can’t see their faces. These are anonymous animals with nothing to do but die.
An NPR talk show plays on my car radio, and people discuss whether Bush could be swayed that we’re losing the Iraq war or what would need to happen for us to win. I think of the anonymous soldiers — too many have died for us to remember their names — and I recall what the first woman elected to Congress, Jeanette Rankin, said back in the first half of the 20th century: “You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.”
That’s what all the pundits and politicians aren’t getting. It’s not just this war, it’s any war. It’s not winning or losing, but at best mitigating the bloodshed. It’s all slaughter; and if we’re to survive, as a species, we need to learn how to do something else. Otherwise we’re all just anonymous, in the dark and on our last ride.
— Stephen Carter-Novotni
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