The Innocence of Young Ones

Okay, at this point in time I don't have any young children at home, but I do have young grandchildren.

I also have a puppy. She is now about nine months old, but still so innocent. Just like a young child. She is (and will be) a small dog. She is a purebred Welsh Corgi. The heart of a lion, but the size of a large kitty cat.

So innocent.

She has no idea that there are coyotees here that would, in an instant, have her for a snack. It's so much about my earlier blog about the cougar at the door.

And, you with young children, they are so innocent. The internet is sooooo big. And has so much potential for danger. Just looking at My Space and seeing all the danger that someone young and innocent would have no idea of the dangers.

Back to the puppy. She just loves being outside. When all the other dogs come inside she wants to be outside by herself. She has no idea that just this week, twice, I have seen coyotees within 200 feet of our house. Coyotees between our house and where she has been zooming around, all by herself, by the horse pens.

She is just a dog. Yes, a very special dog. Yes, a very big part of this family. A dog who was rescued from a shelter. Who, by chance, was just dropped off at the shelter when I showed up to drop off some checks.

I stay away from the shelter as much as I can so I don't get soft and adopt every dog I see. But, that day, she was there. The people relinquishing her hadn't even left yet. I walked in at just the wrong time, or as I see it now, just the right time. She IS a SPECIAL dog.

But, she has no idea of the dangers of this place. Just like a young, innocent child. No concept of the dangers of this world.

I remember when my children were young. At that time a movie had just come out about a young boy who had been abducted. "Stephen?" I have tried to block it out, but at that time I made a very big point of making my two children watch it and then had many conversations about that movie.

Years later, my son told me he had been very scared from watching the movie. He questioned as to why I made him watch it. He was so young and innocent. Why would a mom intentionally make her child fear people?

Why would a mom intentionally take away that innocence? It is so precious. The child with no fear of this world. No fear. If only we could all live with that same innocence and not be taken advantage of.

That brings me to another side of this. Senior citizens. They are also taken advantage of. They grew up in a world of trust. The hand shake to seal a contract. But that is not the way it is today. The world has changed. Not for the better. Today we all have to take precautions. We all have to be careful. As HubbyHoney says, "Trust but verify." Ronald Reagan?

Just to say, no matter how much our young puppy wants out to go play, how cute she is zooming around with no idea of any dangers, she must always be watched over and protected. Children you can only protect for a short while. They will eventually go out into the world on their own. You can only hope that while they were in your control you taught them the things that will protect them and get them by in this world.

Pretty much, it's all a matter of prayer. You can only do what you feel is best, then it's out of your hands. I pray for my adult children daily.

New Year, New Life

What can I say. Hmmm. Life is so interesting. Just when you think you have things figured out, well, you find you don't. What's the saying? "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans"?? So, we are off to a new adventure. HubbyHoney got laid off from his job last Friday. First time in 30 years that he has no job. What an awakening. Literally. Every morning now him waking up and not knowing what to do for the day.

Just when I was starting to get back to normal. Walking again. Slowly, very slowly, but really walking!

So, what now?

The job market here in Reno is really bad. It definitely is not retirement time. Not when you have four horses, four dogs, and two cats to feed.

So, what now?

Pray!!!

Then only time will tell.

Mark Harris: One True God

Song for Sunday, January 18, 2009

2009 Oh My (Really)

Well here we are and it is the year of ??? I have no idea, ask the Chinese or some other ethnic group all I know is that we are on a road less traveled or should I say not traveled at all.

New job, taking care of Dads stuff and wind from HELL today, door blew open at 4:11 am, dogs ran out, papers flying around the house, cats scattered, and Gamma is working on the new idea of walking. Other than that in just 18 more days we have a new president, pray for him but mostly pray for our country.

"Trust but verify" One of our greatest Presidents coined that phrase and at this time we must trust and depend on time to verify(scared, very scared)

Sorry but I can't help myself I do get political from time to time, but with jobs here getting scarce and kids and grand kids depending on the school system of three different states, God help us all!

OK, enough of that, we look forward to a great year and acknowledge the fact that we are BLESSED and all things will work out.

Gamma continues to improve and is that close to walking, the dogs, cats and horse are all healthy and I have a job, so we are truly BLESSED!

Have a great new year and may God richly Bless you and yours.

Christmas day 2008

Well, how do I express my feelings, Dad always loved Christmas, I did not. He made sure we had presents under the tree even when we had no money, he cooked special dinners and made his famous fudge, yum, yum.

This Christmas Day, I'm cooking a ham and remembering the sounds of Mom and Dad in the kitchen, laughing and arguing about how much of this and that to put into the meal, the sounds and smells of Christmas, tho this is not my favorite time of year, this year I honor my parents, listening to carols and reflecting on the good times we had when I was young.

We have Christmas snow this morning so that makes it special, Dad always wished for a white Christmas.

We are blessed as a family and to have had two such special people in our life makes this road we travel that much more enjoyable.

Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!

Chris Rice: Untitled Hymn

Song for Sunday, December 17, 2008: Dedicated to Rev. William R. Cooke (Papa):

Song for Sunday December 7 (Just a couple days late)

Life just has not been simple lately.

I thought I was back to having a song for Sunday. Then once again, life decided to change my plan. On Saturday evening HubbyHoney's dad ended up in the hospital. So Sunday, I was not thinking at all about the blog.

He was at a Christmas party when he experienced dizziness and then vomiting. He was taken to the emergency room at the local hospital. It was believed he had an anurisun (sp). He was then transferred to the medical center at Stanford University. The bleeding in his head has now apparently stopped on its own, and the hospital is just keeping him to observe to be sure. At this time he is stable and hopefully getting out of ICU this evening.

Once again it is time to thank everyone for their prayers.

Hopefully next Sunday there will once again be a song.

Ahhhhh!

One good thing about having a building fall on me is that I get to work at home. A real, legitimate, job at home. After the horse shelter collapsed on me, my boss and I had talked about how I could still do my work. He and the board president decided the easiest thing would be for me to have my work computer here at home. Hubby Honey could pick up and deliver the work.

My dream come true. As my son said, "Mom, seems you could have found an easier way to be able to work at home. Having a building fall on you seems a bit extreme."

I would have to agree, but it worked. In no way did I plan for this to happen. I'll sure take the good with the bad though.

So working at home. Ahhhhh! I still don't have all my energy, guess my bones are taking some of it to heal. But still, I could get used to this. Last week I put in a little over eighteen hours . Today, about four. Doesn't sound like many hours. But no distractions. All that time was on work. No chit chat with talkative employees. I won't mention any names. No office full of people not talking to me, but being disruptive. Ahhhhhh! If only I can find a way to make this permanent.

I could even see my horses out the window. I actually have a window to see out of. My office at work is basically in a big closet. No windows! I am a claustrophobic. I have a hard time without a window. I had been dealing with it, but sure prefer being able to see what's happening outside.

Hubby Honey just brought me dinner. Guess I'll go eat. I mean sit here and eat. No, I am not getting spoiled. Well, yes I am, but this part I really don't like. We always do the meal thing together. I will be very glad to be able to be back to sharing all the chores this place of ours requires.

Countdown: Five more weeks to putting pressure on my leg.

Thanks again for all the prayers.

Santus Real: Whatever You're Doing

Song for Sunday, November 30, 2008

I'm Alive!

Reno Gamma here. I know it's been awhile since I've been here to add to the blog. Hubby Honey (Gimpa Jon) has had to take over for a little while.



I am here today only by the grace of God. Hubby Honey and I are truly blessed! I am alive! Someday I may go into detail about how it feels to know I came really close to not being around anymore. Maybe the day I am finally able to take a walk with Hubby Honey and go take a look at the horse shelter that collapsed on me. I feel that will be a pretty emotional day.



Is this the end of my horse life? I hope not. I may never ride again, but I can still be involved with them. My neighbor says in eight weeks she is bringing her nice, calm mare down here, and we are going for a ride in the desert. I don't know about that. Wish I could say yes, loud and clear, YES! But, I can't. Being hurt is not fun. Oh, to be young again. To be able to fall down and get right back up and try again. But, I am not giving up, I am just getting up alot slower, taking alot more time to decide about the trying again. Somewhere inside I do feel like I will be back up on another horse. It wasn't a horse that did this to me. It's that fear factor of getting hurt again. Being on a horse there is always a possibility for an accident. Post tramatic stress syndrome? I'm sorry I don't sound very "up" today. But, I am alive! I will walk again. I am very happy!



I really want to thank all of you who prayed for me. Hope you all are having a great Thanksgiving Day Weekend.



Reno Gamma