14 April 2014

Happy 8th Birthday Winston!



Today is Winston's 8th birthday! When I got him he was about six weeks old, his blue-eyes hadn't changed yet, and he was so small he fit in the palm of my hand. That's him eight years ago in the first picture. He's grown into a big boy. That's him last night pissed off when I woke him up to take his picture. 

He has been my companion, my confidant, my best friend. To some he may be a cat but to me he is my furry four-legged child. 

Happy Birthday Winston! Daddy loves you!

BEHR HUGS

12 April 2014

Pretty Pictures






Here are some pretty pictures for this Saturday. Enjoy!

BEHR HUGS

30 March 2014

Sunday Favorite: 95


Not much to report this morning except I felt three good aftershocks during the night. I slept better overall, which is good considering I hardly slept Friday night. Winston spent most of yesterday and last night under the bed. This morning he finally came out and ate. He's currently sacked out on the sofa about a foot or so away from me. Poor guy is just a wreck.

I upgraded my iPhone to the newest 7.1 iOS. Can't tell that it's made much difference.

On the other hand, I upgraded my Macbook to the new Maverick OS...not sure I'm liking it but I don't have much choice. Whereas in the previous version new windows opened, Maverick opens new pages in tabs. I learned the difficult way by closing the window and being back at a blank screen rather than the screen I started at. A little frustrating. Also, the scrolling bit is opposite so one scrolls up to move the screen down. At least I think that's what I'm doing. It probably won't take too long to adjust.

We're anticipating cooler and wetter weather this week. Something about April showers? 

Hope everyone is well. We're just hanging on, here.

BEHR HUGS

28 March 2014

I Feel the Earth...Move...Under My Feet


Here in the 'burbs east of Los Angeles we had an earthquake tonight. Actually...several. The first hit about 8:00pm and was about a 3.6, centered approximately 4 - 8 miles away from where I live. The second hit about an hour later...it has been downgraded to 5.1 but initially was a 5.4. You may not think three-tenths is much but when it comes to earthquakes....trust me...it matters. I've felt about 3 aftershocks.

The house just now shook again, a quick jolt. My heart is pounding! I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight. Winston is cowering under the pub table in the dining room; I prefer him there than under the bed. 

According to Dr. Lucy Jones of the U.S. Geological Survey, after a 20-year period of seismic inactivity we're just starting to get back to the high number of incidents.

GREAT. Just what I want, a bunch of earthquakes. Thankfully I took out earthquake insurance last year!

There are folks on Facebook making jokes about these temblors but it really isn't funny to those of us who have worked hard to buy a house and maintain it. If there really is a "BIG" one, my house will undoubtedly suffer major damage considering that it was built in 1950. Even with the EQ insurance, I couldn't afford to rebuild. I would lose everything. So I don't find them funny at all.

The Caltech/USGS folks are claiming we've had over 30 aftershocks. I believe it! Thankfully nothing broke in my house except maybe the cracks in the ceiling and walls are bigger.

That last jolt happened about a half hour ago and before that it was maybe an hour or so. There is more time between events (that I'm feeling) so fingers crossed that it's over!

BEHR HUGS!



17 March 2014

Reflections on a Life


They're starting early this year....the funerals. 

I took the day off from work today to attend the funeral of a gentleman that I've known for roughly 30 years through the local community theater. Ironically, I met his wife when I was a child, through the library summer reading program. But it was the theater where I had the honor of meeting Deac. I met his daughter and son-in-law and eventually another daughter and son-in-law. I heard stories of their two sons, met one of the daughter-in-laws, and was a guest in their home.

I learned a lot about Deac today...like "Deac" was a nickname, not short for Deacon. He was a bomber pilot in WWII, flying 35 missions over Germany. He sold tools, he was a teacher, he started a scholarship for kids to pursue acting, and he played golf. I know he was a brilliant actor, director, and set designer and one of THE nicest men to ever walk this earth. He always greeted people with a smile and a handshake. He didn't have a cross word for anyone. He was the voice of reason, the voice of experience, the voice that lives inside your head when you know perhaps you should make a different choice. 

He wasn't without a sense of humor. One of the few times I shared the stage with him, he made his entrance and introduced himself as Eugene Spettigue. The character's name was Stephen Spettigue. He made his exit and said with a straight face "I don't even know anyone named Eugene." Those of us backstage almost passed out from laughing. 

Today's service for Deac had its tears but also its laughter...Deac wouldn't want sackcloth and ashes but a joyous celebration, which is what he got. Several family members got up and spoke. My friend Roxie spoke, as a friend of the family and representative of the theater group. Perhaps the highlight was when the grandkids got up and sang "Over the Rainbow." Incredible performance...it was like listening to the Partridge Family or Brady Bunch. Only better!

At the graveside, representatives from the local VFW post provided military honors: the folded American flag, bugler, and 21 gun salute. 

During the reception after, I sat with Rosalee's husband. I was afraid that our talk of funerals and death would be disconcerting but he seemed to hold up well. In addition to Deac's family I saw many theater friends...and I can honestly say that it filled my heart to see so many at the service and reception. 

Deac was a remarkable man. I knew that before today, but I'm more aware of how remarkable now. And so as the sun sets on this day, I reflect about the kind of man I am and the legacy that I want to leave. I am re-inspired.

BEHR HUGS