Teddy Rosalie and Her Dog

’cause everyone needs a friend now and then …

… and Puppy Cody would rather eat Teddy Rosalie than cuddle with her (just like bunnies).


Teddy Rosalie’s dog needs a name.  Any suggestions?


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Before the Storm

Big snow coming later today.

Up to 15 inches of snow expected overnight in my area.  While that isn’t an outrageous amount for Western New York in February, it will make driving anywhere hazardous until the snow stops and the plows do their job.

And, of course, there’s the cold.  With temperatures in the teens (Fahrenheit), even the slightest breeze makes it unbearable outside.  I’m glad I’m not a dog who has to do her business outside.  Poor Puppy Cody hasn’t even wanted to chase bunnies and squirrels much recently; she just goes out, does her business, and comes right back in.  If she stays out more than a few minutes, her feet freeze.  We tried those doggie booties a couple of years back, but that didn’t work out well and they didn’t stay on, so we gave up.

On the Hunt

Not that there are very many critters for Cody to chase in the yard anyway.   The hawk that’s been hanging out in our trees doesn’t seem to be having a lot of luck hunting for prey.  Good thing Cody isn’t a tiny dog!

Cody managed to get a bunny anyway – with a little help from Mom:

Got that Bunny!

Bunny All Gone

At least it kept her occupied for awhile.  Once the face was chewed off and the squeaker torn out, Cody lost interest and decided to take a nap.

Which sounds good to me (the nap, not the destruction).  There’s something special about hunkering down in a nice warm bed while the snow flies outside.

Hope all is well with you.  Stay safe and healthy!


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Beauty Discovered

It’s the dead of winter.  Streets and yards are snow-covered, temperatures are frigid, sunshine is rare.  In addition, the COVID-19 pandemic continues.

Seasonal Affective Disorder is real; this year it’s heightened for many people.  Depression and other mental issues have increased in the general population as stay-at-home orders, mask-wearing and social distancing mandates continue.

Fortunately, I don’t suffer from true depression, but I have found the long winter a bit wearing.  It’s too cold and snowy to go out, except on work days, and my desire for photography and blog-writing is absent most days.

‘Cause, you know, since I started doing my own photography for this  blog, I find I can’t write unless I have a picture ready to go (or at least in mind).  And inasmuch I don’t care to go out into the snowy winter, I don’t have photos ready to go, and I find it difficult to create staged photos unless I have a post idea in mind.

It’s a chicken-or-egg-first situation.

Recently, I was at the end of another ho-hum workday.  I had just dropped a couple of finished projects into my boss’ in-box and was leaving her office when she called me back.

Even though it’s been three years since I left The Job From Hell, I still have that feeling of constant anxiety that I will be berated for something I have, or haven’t, done.  Certainly I know better – my current employers are wonderful, caring people who value their employees and who never yell or threaten, but the feelings are still there sometimes.

So, I turned back to my boss with a silent sigh, expecting I had done something wrong.

BOSS[CM], you are …

I’m what?  A good worker but sloppy?  A nice person but just a bit lazy? Too stupid to live and about to be the first employee ever fired at this firm (the latter half of this sentence being a direct quote from The Job From Hell)?

BOSS: … a wonderful photographer who takes beautiful pictures.  Go over to my window and see what’s there.

Now, my boss’ office is rather large and normally I have no reason to go over toward the window, nor to even look that way.  Rounding her desk and approaching the window-side table, I saw …

Her Christmas Cactus had bloomed!  Such a gorgeous cascade of luscious pink flower and succulent green foliage!

A camera-must.  All I had with me was my little Olympus pocket point-and-shoot, and I did my best:

Not perfect, but not too bad, even considering it was late in the afternoon and the light was bad.  I loved that my boss was fascinated by my efforts to get just the right angle, and allowed me all the time I needed, or wanted.  That evening, I edited the photos and emailed her the two above.

She thought they were wonderful, but I wasn’t satisfied.

The next day, I took my somewhat better Nikon camera to work and retook the shots, earlier in the day and with better light.  And I was pleased with the results (see photos at the head of this post and at the end of this post).

As I told my boss, she made my day.  Have I mentioned that I currently have The. Best. Job. Ever! ?

I’m easily uplifted by small kindnesses.  It helps that I’ve recently learned that several other bloggers have picked up my photos from Flickr.com for their own blogs (yes, with proper credit and link-backs!).  This makes me feel like a real photographer.

Happy February, folks.  Soon winter (and the pandemic) will end, spring will come, and yours truly will (hopefully) find the spirit and energy for better writing and more varied post scenarios.

Hugs, friends!


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Small World

May, 1971, Washington, DC.  The May Day protests against the Vietnam War took place over a span of several days.  Protestors took over the city, blocked bridges, and camped out on the National Mall.

Not all protests were peaceful.  I recall one story, in particular, of a young government worker who was surrounded by angry protestors while driving across a bridge between Virginia and DC, became frightened, and accidentally (or so she said) hit the gas pedal instead of the brake, thereby running over one or more individuals.

I don’t recall how I got to work that day; since I normally took a bus from my apartment in the Maryland suburbs, I can only assume that either buses were getting through or that there weren’t any blocked bridges on the route.  Hey, it was 50 years ago; it’s a wonder I can even remember where I lived at that time!  Probably I slept through the entire ride and didn’t even know anything was going on.

In 1971, I was young, single and working for a federal alphabet agency in the heart of DC, whose agents were tasked with monitoring the protests.  Agents on the roof of the building would radio down their observations while I sat at my desk and transcribed same.  We had been instructed to stay in the building and not to even venture out at lunchtime, inasmuch as some of the protestors had chained themselves to the outside doors and were hassling staff members.  It was payday, and there were certain employees who felt it necessary to get to the bank to cash paychecks, despite the warnings.  One of my co-workers did so, only to be attacked by the mob and then wound up in the hospital with broken bones.

Heady times, indeed.  But time marches on.  The protests ceased, eventually the war ended, and things returned more or less to normal.

Fast forward about 40 years.

I was now married, with kids, had become a real estate paralegal in Buffalo, NY, and was attending a closing at the Erie County Clerk’s Office.  While waiting for the results of the title search update, the paralegal for the lender and I engaged in light chitchat.  I don’t recall how the conversation turned to 1971 and the Vietnam War, but it did.  Imagine my surprise when the bank paralegal said she had also been in DC during those protests!  I asked which agency she was working for back then – and she replied that she was not working for the government, she was, in fact, one of the protestors!

What a small world!  40 years later and nearly 400 miles away, here we were sitting at the same table trying to accomplish the same goal – close a real estate deal between our respective clients.  And neither of us looking to injure the other.  We had a good laugh and finished the work we were there to do.  Over the following years, we would often pass at the Clerk’s Office and share a small smile, but eventually we each found other jobs and lost contact with each other.

Sometimes I wonder if our paths had crossed in 1971 without either of us knowing it.  How many people do you come across each day (when it’s not a pandemic, of course), and how many might you see again 40 or 50 years later, without realizing you had met before?

Just a little food for thought on a snowy January day.  If you’ve had similar experiences, feel free to leave a comment, or a link to your story.  I’d love to hear from you.


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