My First Art Class

24 May

Baha’i teaches: “We must not only be patient with others, infinitely patient, but also with our own poor selves.” - Abdu’l-Baha

The first art class I ever take is first semester, freshman year in college. I think it will be a fun way to get units.

Placing object in a scene

MOVING object in a scene

Rabbit pitcher with cigarette in pour-hole.  (parents smoked, it was 1963)

Rabbit pitcher with cigarette in pour-hole. (parents smoked, HEY! it was 1963)

We work on easels, drawing huge pictures on large sheets of paper.  The first class I discover that during breaks students walk around the room looking at each others drawings. I walk around too.  Their drawings are REALLY good, so good that I dread going to the second class and the first class is only half-way over.

Second class I get there early to claim my spot.  I position my easel at the very back of the room, in a corner, making it very difficult for anyone, including the teacher, to see my drawings.

Anatomy study - my own foot with a plastic rose

Anatomy study – my own foot holding a plastic rose (better than a cigarette)

The teacher walks around the room commenting on the students’ drawings.  He scrunches himself in the corner to see my drawings, says nothing and walks on.  The third class he pulls me aside and instructs me to get a large sketchbook and draw 50 pictures outside the class. (Turns out this is the ONLY instruction he ever gives me the entire semester)

The fourth class I discover I am the only student enrolled who isn’t an art major and has never taken an art class in their life.  Being straight out of high school and extremely conscientious it never crosses my mind to withdraw.  It probably crosses the art teacher’s mind.  To my relief the other students stop trying to see what I’m drawing.

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Mom’s kitchen, staged – slightly askew

P.S. I kept the sketch book.   I commuted to the University from home so all my drawings were things in or around my parent’s house.  I was always desperate trying to find things that were easy to draw. The 4 drawings on this page are some of my first 50 sketches.   That was the last drawing class I ever took at that University.

Drawing class

painful,  humbling

Sketch book – priceless

and now drawing with words, my “Health” haiku:

creating from heart

pure emotion of being

soul singing out loud

What “Decorates” Your Walls?

23 May
And you think I'm weird?

Bob the Blobfish: “And you think I’m weird?”

Laurie Fessler,  AKA Peachy Keen, AKA  hibernationnow.wordpress.com  took me seriously (I think) when I commented on the post she wrote responding to the question WHAT DO YOU DISPLAY ON THE WALLS OF YOUR HOME?”   Here’s another version of my comment. . .

I used to have original works of art – by myself or others. In the last several years I’ve taken them all down and put these up:

  • Bathroom – picture of an arrow above toilet that say’s “go”
  • Bedroom – picture of an arrow above bed that says’ “sleep”
  • Kitchen- picture of a skull and cross-bones on refrigerator that says “Enter at your own risk”
  • Each room of house – picture of an arrow above the other pictures says “Stop! think! Now why did you enter this room? Read the sign if unclear.”

Now I’m looking for a picture to put up that says:

 “Time to redecorate  . . . again . . . ?”

P.S.  Laurie, I WAS KIDDING!!!  However, I do rotate most of the art in and out, take it down, move it to different rooms, spaces and places.  My husband usually notices several months after I’ve changed it up! (I do that with pillows, knickknacks, window coverings and sometimes furniture – I bore easily)

Expressing the Inexpressible

23 May

“Arts, sciences & all crafts are worship….

if it is prompted by the highest motives & the will to do service to humanity.” Baha’i

How do we express the inexpressible?  I believe it is only through creativity and the arts that feelings can powerfully be shared.  That is what makes music, dance, painting, poetry, any form of creative expression,  a personal signature of who we are and how we feel.  475px-The_Scream
The Scream by Edvard Munch, circa 1893 (WebMuseum at ibiblio via Wikimedia Commons)

“One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the sun was setting, and the clouds turning blood-red. I sensed a scream passing through nature; it seemed to me that I heard the scream. I painted this picture, painted the clouds as actual blood. The color shrieked. This became The Scream.”-Evdard Munch

“Depersonalization [disorder], a serious disruption in a persons thoughts or sensations about their individual self, understandably alters their entire world…Alienation, isolation, and altered perceptions have for centuries served as themes for the visual arts, particularly modern art. Edvard Munch’s famous painting The Scream depicts the essence of a private hell and detachment from all things outside of one’s self.”-Feeling Unreal: Depersonalization Disorder And the Loss of the Self  by Daphne Simeon & Jeffrey Abugel

Full article is excellent.  Click here: a-brief-history-of-mental-illness-in-art

Conflicted: Should I hug or SCREAM?

22 May

Conflicted

Should I hug or SCREAM

perhaps cry

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Human condition

Thoughts can betray, lead astray

No one is immune

I just spent an afternoon in an intensive care hospital unit with a colleague.  She had open heart quadruple by-pass surgery. They split her chest open, separated her ribs, stopped her heart, took veins from her legs and grafted them onto her heart.

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Acylic painting by Lisa,
survivor of a potentially fatal Heart Attack in her 30′s

She had a Widow Maker heart attack – so named because it is usually FATAL.

Listen to what she told me.  It could save your life:  At first she figured it was indigestion, took ant-acid; thought the back pain was because she strained her back;  Symptoms progressed into nausea, fatigue, sweating, (figured something was wrong but she’d feel better in the morning).

When the excruciating pain (as she described it – worse than any childbirth) she didn’t want to go to the ER that night because she was sweaty and needed to take a bath (which she took in the morning before her hair cutting appointment);  Pretended excruciating pain wasn’t anything serious BECAUSE she was “healthy”; During her hair cut she felt faint.  Her hairdresser said it sounded like a heart attack and wanted to call 911; She refused to have her hairdresser call 911, TOLD HER TO FINISH CUTTING HER HAIR, PAID the bill AND THEN DROVE HERSELF to ER (where they immediately wheeled her into surgery)!!!!!!!

My colleague’s story is NOT uncommon.  Why don’t we hear more about Widow Maker Heart Attacks?  Most of the women who have them are DEAD.

I’m screaming at YOU: Stay current. Read Carolyn Thomas  ♥  My Heart Sisters blog  It may not be your life you save but a relative’s, friend’s, colleague’s, client’s . . .  or  . . . it could be YOUR own.

Symptom in women are different from men.  Our Female stubbornness and, dare I say, STOOOOOOOPIDITY has no bounds.  (I know.  I drove myself to the ER when I was having serious heart arrhythmia)

 It’s better to call 911 and be told you’re fine than to die or be disabled for life. 

Betrayal? You Are Less Beautiful Than You Think . . .

21 May

Variations on a Theme

Our minds betray us

into thinking we are more

. . . or less, more or less

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Two haiku inspired by

You Are Less Beautiful Than You Think

Dove’s viral video gets it wrong

By  Ozgun Atasoy

Here’s a tiny preview.  Click on the title for the entire fascinating article (well, at least I find it fascinating):

Let's Face It

Let’s Face It

In a Dove soap video “. . . a small group of women are asked to describe their faces to a person whom they cannot see. The person is a forensic artist who draws pictures of the women based on their verbal descriptions. A curtain separates the artist and the women, and they never see each other.”

“Before all this, each woman is asked to socialize with a stranger, who later separately describes the woman to the forensic artist. In the end, the women are shown the two drawings, one based on their own description, the other based on the stranger’s description.”

“Much to their amazement and delight, the women realize that the drawings based on strangers’ descriptions depict much more beautiful women. The video ends: “You are more beautiful than you think.”’

“The evidence from psychological research suggests otherwise!  Instead, we tend to think of our appearance in ways that are more flattering than are warranted. This seems to be part of a broader human tendency to see ourselves through rose-colored glasses. Most of us think that we are better than we actually are — not just physically, but in every way.”

“Dove’s premise is wrong. But thinking we are more beautiful than we really are may not be such a bad thing.”

Perception stymies

Does it matter more . . .  or less?

Perhaps not at all?

 

 

Eggzactly!

21 May
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chicken a la judy

A stupid question

Which came first chicken or egg?

Ask any chicken

Giraffes

18 May
Judy's Jiraffe

Judy’s Jiraffe

Giraff-aku

Giraffe life lesson:

Very easy to succeed

Just stick your neck out

“Giraffes are the tallest land animals. A giraffe could look into a second-story window without even having to stand on its tiptoes! A giraffe’s 6-foot-long neck weighs about 600 pounds. The legs of a giraffe are also 6 feet long. The back legs look shorter than the front legs, but they are about the same length.”

“There is only one species of giraffe. The recognized subspecies include reticulated, Nubian, Uganda or Baringo, Masai, Angolan, and southern. The different kinds can be recognized by their spots and also by where they live in Africa. Masai giraffes, from Kenya, have spots that look like oak leaves. Other kinds have a square-shaped pattern that looks like the giraffe is covered by a net. Some zoologists think that the giraffe’s pattern is for camouflage.”

“Both male and female giraffes have two distinct, hair-covered horns called ossicones. Male giraffes use their horns to playfully fight with one another.”

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Thanks to you,

Daru

For inspiring this post

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Bridging my Haiku

15 May

Thanks to all of you that PRIVATELY sent me e-mails asking if I’m ok after my last Haiku post.  (For those who just want a follow-up haiku, you’ll have to scroll down to the end . . .)

When I write or paint I  just plunk it down – whether it be words or paint.  I plunk rather quickly and only sometimes go back and tweak.  If it takes more than tweaking a word or two, a painted area or so I just delete, or discard. I call it the creative process.  It’s possibly ADD!

When I wrote the Bridge haiku, as per my usual, I just wrote – counting on my figures not to exceed the 17 syllables – of course!

I was too tired to take the time to sit back and reflect because I had been at my office all day, and evening, sitting and back reflecting on what all my clients were feeling!

Haiku #1 for me is just a fact:  Hey!  We are all just in the NOW, even if we keep trying to get here by meditating, reminding and unwinding it’s all in the now.

Silently waiting
straddling my future and past
knowing only now

Our human orientation of “waiting for something in the future – a trip, a cure, an event, a different feeling . . . or dwelling on past hurts, loves, hopes . . ..  Our thoughts rush ahead or dredge up “past nows” while we remain in the present nanosecond.

We can’t be anywhere else except in the now.space-243-flame-nebula_67015_600x450

Haiku #2:  This one’s a bit tougher.  I have had – have  - relationships in my life that are very important, very close and are no more – relatives, friends, colleagues, clients, pets, through death, separation and time.  All reside only  in my memory .  Memory is only “human bridge” I’m conscious of while on this earth.

Connections broken

Don’t talk to me of bridges

know I am alone

My belief is that being human is a striving for connection that comes from an inner longing for connection to pure, “unconditional” love.  A yearning so deep that it drives us to behaviours and choices that can create pain which then creates more yearning (and fear of loss).  Not sure if I’m making sense?

It’s deeper for me than an intellectual understanding.  It generates from My Baha’i belief is that our human journey is about loss and detachment.  Detachment, disconnection, from earthly “things”, people, places, labels, longings and experience connection to God’s unconditional love.

autism-cause-1Un-Haiku #3:

Connections broken

Don’t talk to me of bridges

know I am alone

with God.

Nothing more or less

Not for me to understand

just believe

It’s called faith

Haiku #4: Can’t say that my faith is so deep it totally sustains me.  It doesn’t.

I question, I cry

longing for the elusive,

a bridge to somewhere.

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Bridges

15 May

Silently waiting
straddling my future and past
knowing only now

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Connections broken

Don’t talk to me of bridges

know I am alone

Mother’s Day is Every Day

12 May

Striving to love us

The story of mothering

Each in their own way

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My Mother

When I was about 10 I remember thinking:

My mother has a flat rear end.  (Mine wasn’t flat . . . yet.)

When I was about 15 I remember thinking:

My mother is really old.

When I was about 20 I remember thinking:

I don’t REALLY need my Mother anymore.

When I was about 30 I remember thinking:

I wonder what Mom would do?

When I was about 40 I remember thinking:

I’m becoming my Mother.

When I was about 50 I remember thinking:

I never told her I loved her enough.

When I was about 60 I remember thinking:

I miss her.

“For mothers are the first educators, the first mentors; and truly it is the mothers who determine the happiness, the future greatness, the courteous ways and learning and judgement, the understanding and the faith of their little ones.”  Baha’i

A Laugh a day Keeps the Blues Away

12 May

Pure Play – “No Thought to Outcome, Function or Future”

11 May
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Dear Westerfield,
“. . . The art class I am taking is taught by a . . . woman . . .  who is sucking the life and joy out of her students. She has already separated me from a nice woman I met there. No one is allowed to talk .  . .  I once, shall we say, talked back to her and I felt like I was Norma Rae. Hence, I will be sent to the principal soon, I’m sure. I hate going to the class but I want to stick it out for myself. She is always tense, tells stories, LONG, boring stories (multiple times) about herself and even the barrette that she wears on the side of her hair is annoying.

She is a good artist but as a teacher, HORRIBLE.  I am sticking it out . . .  [because] it took me years to sign up, to push myself and I am proud of me doing it.”

My heart simply went out to Laurie.  She’s landed in a creativity-killer-class. I say she should ask for a refund with added reimbursement for creativity abuse.

Every serious artist I’ve met who went to art school tells tales of how stressful it was. Teacher critiques were at the best uncomfortable and at the least brutal.  Now I’m not down on art school – wish I had the opportunity to attend one.  I am down on teaching methods that take the joy out of creativity.

Famous MAJOR artists play! – splashing paint (Jackson Pollock),  abstracting images until they were “childlike” (Picasso), images-11put together surreal elements (Joan Miro) and all explored and experimented outside the “technique of their time”.

Art should be fun, art should be pushing your own limits with curiosity and adventure not with the goal of doing it “right” or for someone elses approval. Creativity is “PURE PLAY – ” no thought to outcome, function or future” Eric Anderson

P.S.  I’m proud of you too Laurie!

 

Win the War

10 May

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My Lost Decade

9 May

As I was watching a documentary on the Eagles it hit me that the 1970′s was a lost decade for me. I was working 2 jobs, going back to college for a Master’s degree in education that I didn’t want but was necessary for me to keep my job and feeling pretty alone and under-the-gun.

A decade lost in eternity
The time of no memory
I no longer remember

Change of perspective
no longer here
perspective of time
no longer there

Already gone
here and there.

To Be Creative: Watch, Look & Listen

6 May
By Daru Maer

By Daru Maer

Want to paint?  Get inspired by looking at art. Creativity isn’t about doing something that has never been done.  Creativity is about recombining already existing elements.

Bahá’ís believe that creativity exists in every one of us, not just famous composers or painters or writers.

  • “Creativity is discovering our own special talents, daring to see things in original ways and find different means to solve problems.
  • Creativity is being nimble enough to respond in positive and healthy ways when life surprises us.
  • Creativity is what powers the imagination and finds new ways to make things work better.” bellaonline.com

Daru, my wonderful and talented friend created the above painting which I think rivals those of famous artists.  She should put it up for auction!

Mark Rothko’s 1961 painting “Orange, Red, Yellow” (below) sold for $86.9 million at an auction of items from the estate of David Pincus. (Associated Press, May 8, 2012)

Orange Red Yellow, Rothko

by Mark Rothko
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Mark Rothko in his studio

P.S. to Daru,

Start with a larger canvas to push the price up!!

 

God Made a Dog – Freddie Parker Approves This Message

4 May

. . . the love, comfort and experiences shared together by a human and an animal are imprinted into the human’s soul. One analogy might be that these emotional bonds are etched into the spirit as data is recorded on a DVD. And so the spirit reality of the animal individual becomes a part of the human’s immaterial being, to endure as long as the human cherishes it.” bahaicoherence.blogspot, posted by emilylee19

Thanks Rick for sharing this video.

Weird Science – PG-13, due to scatological language

3 May
"Soooo embarrassing.  Has she no sense of propriety?"

“Soooo embarrassing. Has she no sense of propriety?”

Freddie, I conjecture, lived his life confined and ignored before he was “confiscated” (as his papers say ) and taken to a Dog Shelter.  He went poo & pee whenever and where ever.

I came to this conclusion when he pooped in the house “several” times without our knowing.  A few months later he still gives no indication when he needs to “go”.  Consequently, I walk him twice a day until I scoop poop.  He’s catching on – with each walk he takes longer and longer to poo.

Freddie’s very smart.  He can now sit-stay, lay down, stand up and twirl, crawl, wait while standing, high five, low five and lick his lips on command.  I’m thinking about toilet training him to know if his poop floats.  Until then I’ll have to take this science article on face value – Freddie’s poop probably sinks.

If you’re curious whether your poop floats take a look at: 

Friday Weird Science !!!!

Apple Pie . . . sorta

2 May

Delighted Momma created this no-bake “concoction”.  Pretty tasty!   Can’t say how many Apple Pie Energy Snacks it makes since I had to eat them as I was forming the balls to give me enough energy to form the balls.

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I roasted the flax seeds 375 degree oven for 10 minutes on a cookie sheet. I threw all the ingredients  in a blender. Shared the 1/2 of the left-over apple with Freddie. Scooped out portions of energy-ball-pie-apple “goo” with a spoon and formed into sorta-shaped-balls. Delighted Momma‘s picture is better than mine, which is why I do not write a food blog. Put balls on waxed paper.  Put in refrigerator.  Ate some more periodically to test how different degrees of cold impact the taste.

  •  cup of pitted dates
  • 1/2 an apple (I used Pink Lady which is my very favorite – I didn’t peel it))
  • 1 tsp of cinnamon
  • 1/3 cup of whole roasted flax seeds
  • 1/2 tsp of vanilla
  • 1/2 cup of almonds
  • 1 TBS of melted coconut oil

I’m a bit exhausted now from all my taste testing.  So I’m going to eat a fudge bar now to regain some energy.

Thanks Delighted Momma!

(She’s got some other no-bake recipes I’ve not tried)

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie by Freddie

30 Apr

Dear Human Beings,

when YOU are sleeping at night

I’ll post your picture

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Humiliating

invading private places

Let sleeping dogs lie

Yours truly,

Freddie Parker Westerfield,

Canine Dog – Haikuitus Emeritus

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“Dear Olivia”, from Freddie

29 Apr

DSCN4231Dear Olivia,
You are my favorite 6-year-old human being friend. I had a very good time with you. I liked how you taught me to stand up and dance and the cookies you gave me. I liked how you dressed me up and the cookies you gave me.  I liked how you played chase with me and the cookies you gave me.  I liked when you hid cookies for me to find. I liked when you took me for a walk and the cookies you gave me.

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Please come back to visit me again.

Love,

Freddie

P.S.  After you left my human-being wouldn’t give me any more cookies.  She said I had eaten enough. You’re the only one who understands that no one ever has enough cookies.

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There is No Single Sexy Chin or Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin

28 Apr

I notice that as I age the hair on top of my head starts growing out my chin so . . . . . . I was very pleased to read about a new study that shows a least the SHAPE of my chin doesn’t indicate I’ve lost my sex appeal, even if the hair does.  Here’s an excerpt and the findings (To read the original article click on my haiku)

Let’s FACE it right now

There’s no single sexy chin????

I beg to differ

“Research has shown that chiseled jaws and strong chins appear more masculine and are considered

Freddie figuring out which chin he has

Freddie figuring out which chin he has

universally attractive. But a new study challenges the idea of universally attractive features — and finds that there is no one chin that is sexier than others.”

“For years, Seth Dobson, an assistant professor in the anthropology department at Dartmouth College (who probably has a lot of time on his hands) ” . . . has speculated about why only humans have chins and what purpose they serve. While he hasn’t come to any concrete conclusions, he wondered if chins impact how we select mates. Some experts believe that we pick partners based on universal facial attractiveness—a set of traits, such as symmetrical facial features, that are overwhelmingly deemed hot (and biologically superior). Dobson thought that if women mated with men who had strong chins and men bred with women with smaller, weaker chins that skeletons would show this.”
(. . apparently Not the case.)
“Dobson looked at 180 male and female skeletons that originated from nine different Old-World

Contour Tracings

Judy’s Contour Tracings

geographic locations including, Australia, Eastern and Southern Africa, Southeastern, Central, and Eastern Asia, and Northern, Eastern, and Western Europe. After creating contour tracings of the chins,  a computer analyzed their shapes. (used pencil, no computer,  for my contour tracings) Dobson found there isn’t one dominant preferred chin shape for men or women in any region.
“The preferences aren’t actually universal,” he says, but adds a caveat: “I don’t think that our result undermine that there is strong preference [for certain chins].” (Victoria’s Secret models, movie stars etc.  . . .  agree)

“These results might mean that people don’t pick partners based only on universally attractive traits, he explains  Sure, a strong chin might seem sexier, but the man who owns the chin might not have a great personality.” (need a research study to figure that out . . . ?)

“One thing is possible, this is speculation, it is possible that the preferences that look to be universal cross culturally today maybe weren’t important in the past,” Dobson says. “But they may be important in the future.” By Meghan Holohan

(Get out the tweezers)

 

Getting My Ducks in a Row

28 Apr

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“Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.” Saint Francis of Assisi

I really appreciate all the notes I’ve received asking about my bloglessness.   I’ve needed to get all my ducks in a row.

Ducky #1, medical “stuff”

Ducky #2, personal “stuff”

Ducky #3, professional “stuff”

The biggest problem is that they are not all ducks.  Two of them can’t swim and I do not want to follow them into the drink.

I’ve been floundering with his blog.  I renamed it  just months before Max died to “CuriositytotheMax” to better reflect my meandering interests (599 draft posts in the hopper, I kid you not.)

My lack of technological expertise has been really discouraging.  I have spent hours and hours and hours trying but never succeeding to get my power-point presentations and CD recordings posted so they were available for free.

After Max died in December 2012 I lost his voice, his inspiration and my direction.  My readership fell which was both discouraging and a wake-up call.

Sooooooooo . . . any feedback or thoughts about the blog would be helpful and appreciated.

I will continue to post  as I incubate on where I go from here?  Hopefully not into the drink . . .

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Anger Management

16 Apr

 

 

So much pain and tragedy in this world.  I need a bit of levity.  Thanks Lyn

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 “Life is 10 percent what happens to you and 90 percent how you react to it.” 

Writer and theologian Charles Swindoll

Mr Kool wants a Kooler Image

15 Apr

newkoolaid152way“Kraft Foods has decided that the pitcher pitchman needs a new look that plays up his “undeniably fun personality.”

And, of course, he has a Facebook page.

“It seems that formerly rather terse Kool-Aid Man (a guy in a costume) will now be a bit of a chatterbox in his ad spots. In one, for example, he’ll be seen thinking about which mix he should “wear” and saying that, “I put my pants on one leg at a time. Except my pants are 22 different flavors. I’ve got grape pants, I’ve got watermelon pants.”‘

SO MANY USES FOR KOOL-AID now then when I was a child.

My personal favorite:

Sour Gummy Worms

  • 4 packages of Gelatin
  • 1/2 cup cold Distilled water
  • 1/2 cup flavored beverage
  • 5-10 tablespoons Sugar
  • 1 full packet of unsweetened Kool-Aid (color and flavor of your choice)
    • If you want dual colored Gummy Worms use half of one flavor, half of another)
      • Heat up the gelatin and beverage of choice to a boil in a large saucepan. Remove from heat.
      • Stir in the sugar depending on your taste (sour or sweet) and then add the kool aid.
      • The liquid will start to gel after stirring about 100 beats.
      • Let sit for 5 minutes.
      • Store in the fridge or freezer overnight.
      • Wake up and eat delicious Gummy Worms for breakfast
      • http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Gummy-Worms
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Faint of Heart Need Not Apply

14 Apr

Human Condition

Faint of heart need not apply 

Varied positions

Picture, emerging head, DCP_8561Been a hard couple of weeks, maybe months, but who’s counting  . . .  won’t go into the gory details . . .  When I complained about aches and pains, my loss of energy and motivation to my Baha’i “guide”, Jim, his response was:

“Being human and/or getting old is not for the faint of heart…….”

It made me think (There she goes again . . . “thinking”): Very few of us get out of this condition called human without pain, whether it’s physical, mental or emotional;  I have to accept (perhaps not like) that my life, all life, is ultimately about loss.

Starting from birth and losing the comfort of our mother’s womb, we are on a continual, unremitting passage of loss.  Some of the loss is welcome and some not.

Perhaps what is important is less about the actual loss and more about how we “work”  it.  

(But right now I’m too exhausted to work anything . . .)

 

3 Essential Facts about Feelings

13 Apr

90 seconds.  Concise, Well done.  Take a look.

Freddie High Q

7 Apr

We love open prompts

doors are left ajar, gates too

No fencing us in

* * *

This dog owns the streets

Freddie is as Freddie does

Makes territory

Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield

* * *

He’s fuzzy Freddie

pure white as the driven snow

with patches of beige

* * *

We are a matched pair

tails wagging in unison

with neurotic love         

Fat-Fed Fidos are Super Sniffers!

6 Apr

GRRRRRRRRRREAT news.  Human Beings have finally figured out what we Canines have been TRYING to tell you.  If you feed us fatty foods – like steak and ham and bacon we sniff better!

Some research type Human Beings fed dogs whose job is sniffing out bad stuff like drugs different diets.  The doggies who ate food with lots of fat did best!!!!!!

Here’s proof:

http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=fat-fed-fidos-foil-fiends-first-13-04-05

If I eat more fat I will be able to tell faster when my clients need petting.  

I had a bath today.  I didn’t want one but I’m very fluffy.  Here’s proof:

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Getting Hit On – Butterfly Fish & the Singles Scene

5 Apr

???????????????????????????????????????For those of you who have followed my blog for years know the story of “fish hits”.  For the rest of you:  This, my first post on butterfly fish, has gotten the most search hits of ALL topics I’ve written on.   It’s been a source of amusement to me.

I just noticed that over the last several months the “fish search hits” has fallen off.  SO!  Let’s see what happens when this post hits the search engines anew!!!!!!

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Women could take a lesson from the Butterfly fish.  Instead of trying to camouflage our rear ends with baggy shirts and body shapers we need a giant flashing eye on our derriere when we have a “night on the town”.

Here’s the basis of  my theory:

Butterfly fish (both male and female) are brightly patterned with distinct coloration. (At last! Equality!) It seems that the designs displayed by the butterfly fish through colors, patterns, and the presence of eyebars and false eyespots may serve many purposes.

The butterfly fish use the false eyespots to produce an impression of a head at the wrong end!  (I think that is referred to in human terms as “Your getting ahead of yourself”  or “he has his head up his _ _ _.)“Their size is larger than real eyes. Researchers suggest that the eyespots serve to intimidate a predator into perceiving that the fish is larger or a member of a different species and discourage attacks.(Would come in handy with unwanted attention at a singles bar) The eyespot serves to misdirect predator attacks toward less vital body areas,( like our _ _ _! – perhaps NOT a singles bar) resulting in decreased predation rates or severity of injury. In some cases, the predator completely misses the intended butterfly fish by assuming a misguided plan of attack or the eyespots could serve as warning signals to predators that these fish are deep-bodied, spiny, and may not be worth the effort to attack..(Well, maybe a singles bar)

Although usually located on the posterior of the butterfly fish eyespots can appear in other areas of the body .The color characteristics may also serve as communication mechanisms (Two eyes, one on each breast?). The coloration of butterfly fish changes in different social situations and sometimes at night. (After the singles bar closes)

Another communicative role of the eyespots could occur between mates to identify each other. Most butterfly fish, occur in pairs and are thought to be monogamous for up to 10 years.(Beats the national norm of marriages)Because the butterfly fish are often involved in activity near territory borders, the eyespots may serve as important cues to help them rejoin each other after being occasionally separated. (Back to the singles bar theory)

A Freddie Mad Dash

4 Apr

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Freddie’s “Aunt Susan” sent this picture.  She thought it looked like Freddie.  It does.  However, my heart started racing the minutes I saw it because . . .

. . . The second evening Freddie came to live with us he slipped out of his collar and scooted under the closing garage door before I could blink.

I high-tailed it (pun intended) behind him.

NOW I know what Freddie’s most Excellent Adventure looked like from IN FRONT!  Thanks Susan for sending me this picture!

You can read the post

Freddie’s Most Excellent Adventure” by clicking here

Is Your Life an Illusion?

3 Apr

Freddie and I were at “work” from 10 am to 7 pm today.  After being petted and getting treats Freddie napped.  I’m a bit tired right now as it’s not polite for me to nap during a session.  So here’s a “No-Brainer Brainer” post.

It took me awhile to see the circles. Now I cannot NOT see them.  It’s just like therapy.  We all have a limited viewpoint, a perception, of how things are.  It’s never the whole picture.  As a therapist I help clients view their lives, their situations and relationships from different perspectives.  I help them see the “circles.”  
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Illusionoftheyear.com

The pattern contains 16 circles, but if you’re like most first-time viewers, you’re thinking, Circles?  I can only see a bunch of rectangles!

Look again, and 16 completely round circles, lodged in between the “door panels”, will pop into view. 

 

Freddie’s no Fool

1 Apr
Freddie Parker WesterfieldCanine Dog Therapist

Freddie Parker Westerfield
Canine Dog, EXPERT

Happy April Fool’s Day to all Human Beings, Critters and Spammers, 

Can you find the comment that is not REAL and I did NOT receive on my post -

Have You Made YOUR Mark?  ????

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“Simply desire to say your article is as astonishing.
The clarity in your post is just spectacular and i can assume you’re an expert on this subject. Well with your permission let me to grab your RSS feed to keep updated with forthcoming post. Thanks a million and please carry on the enjoyable work.”  DentalHealthInsuranceQuotes

Dear Mental Dental, Human Quote. 

Thank you for your flattering comments.  I am pleased you were able to recognize my expertise.  However, I can not grant you permission to grab my RSS feed since grabbing “my private parts” would not be appropriate nor hygienic.

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“Hello to every one, since I am actually eager of reading this weblog’s post to be updated on a regular basis. It consists of fastidious material.” TaxFreeCigarettes

Dear TaxFree, Human Cigarette,
You are most perceptive, (undoubtedly because you are tax free, not because you are a cigarette).  I AM indeed most fastidious when I spritz my “material” to mark my territory.
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“My human had a rough day, There’s a lot of tension at home, I’m nervous so I peed in the house a couple of times. My human mommy figured it out and she spent all day with me and I am not leaving her side. Now I am happy. These humans sure do have a lot of things to worry about. I’m glad I’m me. I am now sleeping on the bed with my head on her ankles.Thanks for listening, Freddy. You are a good friend.”  Lexi-Pro

Dear Lexi-Pro, Canine Dog Anti-Depressant,

You must learn to pee from pleasure. It’s much healthier than peeing from nervousness. However, I am glad to hear you are training your Human Being, just be careful not to overly empathize with Human Beings. They are weird.

All 3 comments are REAL and I received all 3!

Fooled You!!!!!!!

Sincerely yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, EXPERT

 

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1 Apr

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Canine Dog Therapist

Peeps

30 Mar

I’ve never eaten a peep.  Can’t bring myself to bite off their cute little heads.  

My brother, Rick sent me this link.  The Denver Post runs a contest every Easter for PEEP DIORAMAS.

These are my three favorite dioramas.

The Denver Post runs an annual contest at Easter for readers to submit photos of Peeps dioramas –South Peeps 2013 PEEPS SAY FAREWELL The Peep (aka The Voice)To see more of the entries click here

All Work and No Play make Judy a Dull Girl

29 Mar

I am sure I was hit by a truck last night.  As soon as my eyes opened I looked around for evidence: The bedroom walls were standing; The window wasn’t shattered; and Freddie was sleeping peacefully.  Freddie rarely barks but I would hope that if  I was in danger of being hit by a truck he’d warn me.

I woke up feeling exhausted, my back hurt, my legs hurt, my brain hurt and if I hadn’t just had my eye-sight checked I would have sworn there was a 50 pound gorilla sitting on my chest.

Here I have today off and all I want to do is pull the covers over my head and going back to sleep.

So I forced myself to do three things to feel better:

1.  I said my “go-to”  Baha’i prayer when I’m in one of those “woe is me” spaces.

2.  I watched 2 videos on “PLAY!”  (I was so inspired by the 4 minutes I watched the longer 12 minute version too).

3.  Freddie and I went outside to play.

Take your pick: 4-minutes of video, 1/2 – minute of prayer,

12-minutes of video,!*

4 minutes

30 seconds

“O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit.
Purify my heart. Illumine my powers.
I lay all my affairs in Thy hand. Thou art my Guide and my Refuge.
I will no longer be sorrowful and grieved;
I will be a happy and joyful being.
O God! I will no longer be full of anxiety, nor will I let trouble harass me.
I will not dwell on the unpleasant things of life.

O God! Thou art more friend to me than I am to myself. I dedicate myself to Thee, O Lord.”

12 minutes

*You’ll have to find your own play-mate.  

Freddie’s done playing and resting in the sun. 

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http://seriouslythemovie.com/

In Your Face! Festival of Colors

28 Mar

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Festival of Colours in Its True Spirit..

by Ramesh Sood

I picked some sunshine
Plucked a little of Moonbeam
I added a few drops
Of shining morning dew
And a beautiful colour
Grew on my palm
Which I sprinkled oncolors-holi
Her smiling face
And lo! I often find her face
Glowing like Moon
On some occasions
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and then there are moments
When it’s as pious and calm
Like early morning mood
All because just once
I chose to enjoy
The festival of colours
In it’s true spirit..
And now on each Holi
We celebrate there
In those lovely moments..

safe_image.phpThe Holi festival commemorates the victory of good over evil, brought about by the burning and destruction of the demoness named Holika.
Holi got its name as the “Festival of Colors” from Lord Krishna who liked to play pranks on the village girls by drenching them in water and colors.

The festival marks the end of winter and the abundance of the upcoming spring harvest season.

A VERY HAPPY HOLI… 
FESTIVAL OF COLOURS TO EVERYONE!!!!

 

Have You Made YOUR Mark?

26 Mar
Me, exhausted

Me, exhausted

To prove I was there

Fortitude and stamina

 with a spritz of pee

Dear Human Beings,

I went to a park.  I met some very nice Human Beings who petted me.  There were some other Canine Dogs there too.  I sniffed a lot of them but I didn’t have time to play.  I had to concentrate on marking my territory and it was a very big park.

I marked all the way around on the fence.  I marked some of the chairs where the Human Beings were sitting.  I marked the trees.  I marked the bushes.  I tried to mark a big Canine Dog that came to see me but he was on the other side of the fence.   I marked two people.

It was exhausting.

Yours truly,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Canine Dog

Spectacular History in 2 Minutes!

26 Mar

A project for a video productions class!

He did miss a “few” things but I think it’s pretty good for 2 minutes!

Thanks Linda for sharing this.

http://marcbrecy.perso.neuf.fr/history.html

It’s Magic! (Except for Chicks)

25 Mar

Ya Gotta Watch . . . and smile!

 

I can NOT figure out how Michael Carbonaro does this . . . if you can please let me know!

Happy New Year! Happy Naw-Ruz!

24 Mar

A wonderful Persian client just brought me a huge plate of deeeeelicious cookies.  I’d include a picture but I ate them.  

The cookies were a gift in observation of  Naw-Ruz.

Like the ancient Persian New Year, which is also called Naw-Ruz, the Baha’i New Year, too,  occurs on 

March 21, the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere. 

Drawing inspiration from the Baha’i Writings, Carlos Santana, from his multi-Grammy award-winning album “Supernatural” sings “Primavera” (“Spring”):

“Similar to Thanksgiving in the United States, everyone joins in regardless of affiliation, a greater ideal unites across ideological lines and families spend time together.  Naw-Ruz is the only holiday celebrated by all Persians, of every religious background, whether Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Zoroastrian, Baha’i or of no religion.”

Naw-Ruz is also a cultural holiday in India, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Iraqi Kurdistan, Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan and Kyrgyzstan.

 This beginning of spring portends a spiritual promise:

“…the spiritual bounty and springtime of God quicken the world of humanity with a new animus and vivification.

All the virtues which have been deposited and potential in human hearts are being revealed from that Reality as flowers and blossoms from divine gardens.

It is a day of joy, a time of happiness, a period of spiritual growth.

I beg of God that this divine spiritual civilization may have the fullest impression and effect upon you.

May you become as growing plants.

May the trees of your hearts bring forth new leaves and variegated blossoms.

May ideal fruits appear from them in order that the world of humanity, which has grown and developed in material civilization, may be quickened in the bringing forth of spiritual ideals.” Baha’i Writings,

A lovely demonstration of the universal appeal of this holiday is seen in this video clip from families all over the world wishing Happy Naw-Ruz!:

Just as Santana sings those words about Spring, inspired by the promise of a new era, and a divine springtime, the Naw-Ruz holiday is building a growing universal appeal.  

Happy New Year!

 

Dance! Nana Dance!

19 Mar

88 year old Nana

She’s got the grove.

She knows how to shake it

with every body move

But BEWARE . . .

Nana knows how to swear.

A Freddie First

18 Mar

Dear Human Beings,

My Human Being was going to post this article on reducing pain with magnets.  However, FIRST THINGS first.

I took my first shower in my new abode today.  The shower part wasn’t much fun.  My Human Being offered me a treat while I was in the shower.  What was she thinking?  No one I know eats IN the shower.  I was more than happy to eat the treats after I got out.

I ran around crazy with joy after getting out of there.  Then we both sat in sun to dry off.  I got dry faster than she did.

This is me after my shower:

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Do you eat in the shower?  Just wondering . . .

Yours truly,

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Canine Dog

Brain on Over-Drive

17 Mar

The "Hag"

Anxiety is the brain’s way of trying to keep us alive.  It wants us to be safe and so it looks for anything and everything that may not work, could be a problem, might be dangerous.

For most people who have anxiety “disorders” their minds are always working, scanning their physical, mental and emotional environments: A non-stop cacophony of thoughts , trying to avoid difficulty, figuring out something that doesn’t make sense . . . day and night; An adaptive mechanism in overdrive.

Faster and faster 

can’t stop a run away train

going nowhere fast

 

Racing rumbling thoughts

can’t stop a run away brain

A one way ticket

Truth in Advertising

16 Mar

DSCN4010I’ve been waiting to lose 20 pounds to have my picture taken with my grey locks.  I let my hair grow out well over one year ago . . .  Finally figured out that I will no longer be grey but totally white before I lose the 20 pounds.

SO! .. . had my hair cut today, slathered on make-up, put a towel over the door and stood in front of the bathroom (TMI) mirror so I could see where I was aiming the camera and took about 847 pictures, none of which looked like I’m SUPPOSED to look.

My self-image is much younger, which is good.  My real image is much older, which is . . . real.

This is the best picture of the bunch.  I’m putting it up on all my profiles until I lose 20 pounds.  

Then I’ll exchange it with a picture of how I’m supposed to look.

Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT

15 Mar
Holding kleenex for my next client

Holding kleenex (tax deductible) for my next client

Dear Human Beings,

My Human Being is making me work.  I have to get up at the crack of dawn, around 8 am, barely have time to eat and I’m packed in the car.  AND I MEAN PACKED.  I sit hooked into this car seat and I can’t even see out of the window.

When we arrive at the office,  I take my Human Being for a walk so that she won’t need to go to the bathroom all morning.  She needs the exercise too.

Once I’m in the office I have to greet everyone.  They never

Going to greet my next client

have treats for me but I greet them anyway.   I sit in their lap for a while to make them feel good.  Then I go sit on my Human Being’s lap to see them from across the room so I can understand their non-verbal communication, which is very important.

Mentally exhausted

Mentally exhausted

Sometimes it is so boring I can’t stay awake.  No one seems to care.  When it’s time for them to go I have to usher them out.  I want to leave with them but my Human Being always stops me.  All she wants me to do is work, work work: Greet, Jump in lap, Observe non-verbal communication, Sleep, Usher out, Greet, Jump in lap, Observe non- verbal communication, Usher out, Greet, Jump in lap, Observe non-verbal communication, Sleep, Usher out . . .

 It’s mentally exhausting.

There should be dog-labor laws that prohibit us from being exploited.

 
 
Yours truly,
Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT
Canine Dog, Therapist

Too Pooped to Pop

15 Mar

Every once in a while I have the urge to talk about ME.  ”Uh oh”, you’re thinking, here she goes again . . .

P1020589Today I’m too pooped to do anything other than focus on me. It’s the only subject I’m an expert on and don’t have to “think”.

When I stopped taking a dopamine enhancing drug early last year I crashed.  The exhaustion that accompanies, or perhaps drives, Fibromyalgia/Chronic Fatigue hit me like a tidal wave.  (Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome* seem to be over-lapping conditions for many people.  The verdict is out whether it is one and the same or different maladies).

It’s so hard to explain what it is like to feel exhausted all the time.  I’m not sleepy, not tired, not fatigued.  It’s an exhaustion, a heaviness that seeps up from the bone marrow.  It saps me, not only of physical energy but of mental energy too.  I’ve been staring at the TV all day, sitting like a lump, no energy to get up and even do things I enjoy.

I often explain the fatigue as like running through quick-sand that is up to my eyebrows.  I can push through it – only for a while . . .

The exhaustion is invisible.  The loss of memory is often public.  Yesterday I called 3 different clients the wrong name.   My brain is in gear but the gears don’t mesh.

I’m blessed that I have a profession where I’m in control of the schedule.  Many people are not that fortunate and have to go on disability, IF they can get it or it’s available.  Men, I believe, often have it harder.  When they have to give up a job, retire the  stigma is harsher for not working, not being “productive”.  And because fibromyalgia/chronic fatigue are disproportionately a “woman’s disease” men often do not get appropriate treatment or are labeled as malingering.

Estimates range from 2% to 4% of the population has Fibromyalgia/Chronic Fatigue.  Chances are you or someone you know is living with the symptoms right now.

*Chronic fatigue syndrome has eight official symptoms, plus the central symptom that gives the condition its name:

  • Fatigue
  • Loss of memory or concentration
  • Sore throat
  • Enlarged lymph nodes in your neck or armpits
  • Unexplained muscle pain
  • Pain that moves from one joint to another without swelling or redness
  • Headache of a new type, pattern or severity
  • Unrefreshing sleep
  • Extreme exhaustion lasting more than 24 hours after physical or mental exercise

The Common threads between Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue

Bee Kind to Flowers

13 Mar

Remember the studies of plants responding to music?  Well, this is even more incredible!

“Flowers may be silent, but scientists have just discovered that electric fields allow them to communicate with bumblebees and possibly other species, including humans.”

P1020356 “It’s well known that color, shape, pattern and fragrances allow flowers to connect with pollinators, but the new study, published in the journal Science, adds electricity to this already impressive lineup.”

“We just now have discovered that electrical potentials, an unavoidable by-product of flying in air for bumblebees and being grounded for the flower, is being exploited to benefit both parties,” co-author Daniel Robert told Discovery News. It’s “another example of the beauty of evolution,” added Robert, a professor in the University of Bristol’s School of Biological P1030385Sciences.”

“He explained that bees have a positive electrical charge because they fly in air, which is full of all kinds of tiny particles, such as dust and charged molecules. Friction from these particles causes bees to lose electrons, leaving bumblebees positively charged.”

“Flowers, on the other hand, “are electrically connected to ground,” he said. Unlike copper wire, which transfers charges very quickly, plants conduct electricity very slowly and tend to possess a negative charge.”

P1020843“For the study, Robert and his team placed petunia flowers in an area with free-flying foraging bees. The researchers then studied how interactions between the two changed the electric fields and the bees’ behavior.”

“They determined that when a bee lands on a flower, this generates its own electrical field, and therefore a force. It’s as though a mini spark results when the two connect.”

“Robert and his colleagues believe “that the bee can sense this electrically induced force.” It appears to improve the bee’s memory of flower rewards, such as pollen and nectar, affecting later foraging.”

“The flower, in turn, is electrically changed for a short period after the interaction.”P1030382

“Bees have what has been observed to be flower constancy, (meaning that) once they forage, they tend to keep going to one type of flower, and they keep going until they feel that the rewards are not worth it anymore,” Robert said.”

“We think that flowers have their say in that strategy, and inform the bees that the supply will be back soon,” he added. This is “a dynamic interaction.”

“This process of flower informing brings together all of the plant’s communication tools. It appears that electricity boosts the power of the other tools, such as color.”

“We have demonstrated that when there is an electric field present, even a mild one, bees can learn the difference between two colors faster,” Robert said. “So, like in a commercial advertisement, the main and obvious P1030380message can be supported by co-lateral cues that do not necessarily convey information about the product, but are easily associated with it.”

“Seeley told DNews that the study “opens a window on a sensory system of the bees that we had no idea existed and no idea was used by bees during foraging.”

” . . . it is even possible that electrical field changes happen when humans and other animals, such as birds, interact with flowers.”

As Robert said, “When you bend over to sniff a flower, it will change (the flower’s electrical) potential. What the flower makes of that, I would not know… But I do hope very much that someone will take this up and look into it.”

http://news.discovery.com/earth/plants/flowers-communicate-with-electricity

Man in a Van

12 Mar

“We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.”
Winston Churchill

Americans are the most generous of the generous.  Thousands of dollars flow in for all disasters whether they are on United States or foreign soil.  Individual tragedies don’t get much press.  Take a minute to read this excerpt:

Living in His Van, Trying to Rebuild a Life Upended by a Bullet

judy’s P.S.:  Mr Leonik does not go to a public shelter because animals are not allowed and he can not give up Sonia, his Boston Terrier.

By COREY KILGANNON

05cityroom-badleg-blog480“Andrzej Leonik’s problems started one summer night in 2006 after he returned from his carpentry job, changed shirts into a red tank top and took his Boston terrier, Sonia, for a walk on 56th Drive in Maspeth, Queens, where he lived.”

“Suddenly, a man in a green Cadillac pulled up, aimed a 9-millimeter pistol at Mr. Leonik and shot him in the right leg. Mr. Leonik fell, and Sonia jumped onto his chest.”

“The bullet shattered Mr. Leonik’s femur and his life, which has unraveled in the ensuing years. Now he and Sonia spend their days and nights living in his 2005 minivan. On cold nights he leaves the engine running, and his dog sleeps on his chest as he reclines in the front seat.”

“Recently, I woke up with frostbite on my toe,” Mr. Leonik, 53, said in a recent interview outside the van.

“The shooter was Matthew Colletta, an unemployed bricklayer with a long history of mental illness and erratic behavior. Mr. Colletta, then 34, went on a serial shooting spree that night in August 2006, leaving one person dead and five wounded, including Mr. Leonik.”

“After the shooting, Mr. Leonik underwent a series of surgeries to repair his right femur. Fifteen long screws were put in, to stabilize the damaged bone. But to this day, Mr. Leonik’s leg still causes him pain and swells to nearly double the width of his left leg, so that he cannot pull on a pair of loose jeans. Since the shooting he has been unable to climb stairs or lift heavy objects.”

“He lost a full-time job working for a contractor renovating Manhattan apartments and has been limited to part-time carpentry. After a couple of days on his feet, he needs nearly a week of rest to let the swelling and pain in his leg subside, he said. He walks with a cane and is waiting to be scheduled for a knee replacement, which he hopes will allow him to work more than the part-time schedule he puts in for a contractor renovating a townhouse in Long Island City.”

Mr. Leonik said that after living for seven years in his Maspeth apartment he fell behind in rent and was forced out by a marshal in August.”

“Mr. Leonik, adding that he has been unable to secure public assistance and other social services because he has not been able to get help completing required paperwork.”

“He said that when the cold night permeates his minivan and Sonia is shivering on his chest and his leg is throbbing, he begins to envy others, even the man who shot him. At least prisoners have their meals and shelter provided for, at taxpayer expense.”

“Still, he said, he would not switch places with him. He hopes to borrow money to rent a simple studio and get back on his feet.”

“I came here to make a better life and support my kids in college,” he said. “I should be able to prosper on my own and get out of this predicament.”

HERE’S HOW TO DONATE:

Every life matters.  Please send $1.00,  $5, $10, $100 – whatever you can afford -
Checks and messages can be sent directly to him…
Mr. Andrzej Leonik
P.O. Box 863697, Ridgewood, N.Y. 11386
or
Checks made to Andrzej Leonik, account number 1088364,  written on the check, and sent to his bank at this address, Polish&Slavick Federal Credit Union, 140 Greenpoint Avenue,Brooklyn N.Y. 11222

for a gallon of gas,  dinner for him and Sonia, housing .

Click here to read the entire New York Times article: 

Origami Life

10 Mar

P1040124The Haiku-Heights prompt this week is origami, the Japanese art of paper folding.

Most people who have chronic illness and conditions stop talking.  We, along with friends, relatives and companions, get weary of the answers to “What’s new?” or “How are you?”.  My haiku were inspired by everyone who, not only has a chronic illness, has experienced the wearing away of identity.

creases paper thin

unfolded  hopes and dreams

tearing at the seams

* * * * *

Invisible folds

covered by passing of time

never meant to fly

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Haiku-Heightsprompt - ORIGAMI

Haiku-Heights
prompt – ORIGAMI

Proof Fish Smile

10 Mar

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A reef fish in the Red Sea.

Photograph by Dmitry Marchenko, Your Shot

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