Heartfelt sympathy to victims of Hurricane Sandy...Tropical storm Sandy...winter storm Sandy.
Wishing help and resources for you ASAP.
Was stunned by the New York City falling crane.
Scary.
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Lyndsey Davis on writing: First, write it down, and then, get it right.
Easy to say. Harder to do. And now I’m in summer. What about August writing? The double entendre intended, am I simply writing in the month of August or writing with a profoundly erudite bent? This blog leans to the former, though I have had my learned moments.
With the summer’s heat and vacation time drawing family activities away from the normal work routines, August creates its own challenge for a writer. Acknowledging my dear friends down under, you can fill in your summer seasonal months where needed.
So what's a writer to do?
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I'm getting addicted to smilies on forums.
I found these sites which aid my ability to personalize a post.
http://www.clicksmilies.com/ (check out their smilie generator)
http://www.freesmileys.org/smileys.php
As computer woes follow me--and have all of my life with a PC--I have emerged from my last series with my less than six months old computer. So they replaced a new hard drive and a new keyboard and speakers. 
One would think I use the computer for a battering ram or taken a hammer to it instead of sitting in my zero gravity chair with it on my specially designed laptop table to allow cool circulation.
But the hard drive is in place. Thank God for my external back up drive, cuz the dropbox and Mozy and Norton didn't work. Yes, I used all of them because I've been through this before.
I am learning that the deeper my files, the longer the path and the hard drive won't copy a long path. My inane way of creating relational sub-files is not helpful when it comes to hard drives. So I am trying to find back ups of my files I can'thttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif locate. Yes, I backed up some to disk and some to an obscure email address. It's like hide and seek for adults.
In the meantime, I have also been participating in SavvyAuthor's bootcamp and revision hell, cranking out the word count. Did more than my NaNo last year. Wrote 14,546 words in one day--my all time high. Of course, it was down right silly, when I went back to edit those last sentences written at the end of the day. Gobbledegook I believe is the word for it. :D
I was borrowing laptops and computers where I could. Hit and miss and lacking continuity for signing in. I didn't have all my sign in passwords. I've changed that, too. Prepare for the mishaps. I should've been a boyscout.
Well, I hope this finds you well, and for those that write, may your words slide through your fingertips onto the page in brilliant style. I am sure I won't have any computer woes at least for a few days. LOL
I put my inner editor on hold and wrote frenetically. 100 pages, 30 days.
I'm not alone. Many others have been successful at it. Congrats to them all.
Now the editing comes into play...but put it aside for awhile. Then the edits begin.
While I'm working on a YA novel (WIP) and taking off time to enter my first Script Frenzy,
I was challenged to write a poem a day for National Poetry Month 2011. 
I like poetry. Silly stuff. Good stuff. Rhymes and rhythms. Irregular and regular. So, I started (late to the party of course) but decided to blend my interests. et Voila!
A combination of Script Frenzy with National Poetry Month 2011 
Script Frenzy Virtual Write-In
At a virtual write-in for my script
My fingers across the keyboard skipped.
The pages mounted, literally ripped
From my mind and to the page they zipped.
I hadn’t meant my first draft to encrypt
But at first read I should be closed-lipped.
Or dare I say, the fluff needs to be chipped
Away so all but the kernel is stripped.
In future, I hope to be better equipped
And someday good champagne will be sipped
When producers, directors, and actors are gripped
By the emotions, the action--the thrill of my script. 
So I was eating lunch, and it hit me like a ton of dry cat food.
Belly rub time.
They said it would never work.
I just felt like hanging around.
Salad, anyone?
I saw the other baby doing it.
I am writing my first script, ever. I've read the books, listened to the forums of script writers and plotted my story.
Now, it's time to write. Script Frenzy is 30 days in April, to write 100 pages or more of script. That equates to 3.33 pages a day.
I'm too nervous to wait, so I've written ahead. I'm at 43 pages, only 57 to go, on day four.
So I was excited to read on the Script Frenzy Website the following info about writers who get ahead of the curve:
"The physics of this technique are not completely understood, but it's a scientifically proven fact that writers who manage to get ahead of the page-count curve by the end of the first week of any high-velocity, month-long challenge are 834% more likely to go on to win the event."
Moving on.
I read about Karen Weisner and her multiple year plan for writing, setting down the nuts and bolts in small manageable segments. It was linked from the SavvyAuthors.com site. Impressive. If I could do a fraction, I'd feel prolific.
Back to writing. The challenge is on.
To honor the 400th anniversary of the King James Authorized Version of the Bible, the Bath Festival will celebrate by having round the clock readers over five days.
This version was King James' reaction to the Geneva Bible and others which did not support the monarchy (some of the margin notes promoted civil disobedience to a king when the scriptures suggested a contrary action to the king’s decree) and involved originally 54, but in actual fact, only 47 completed the translation.
The mandate was to create a readable version.
Translators interpolated and sought to enhance the reading experience by varying word selections when the original texts used the same word repetitively.
There is a lyrical quality to the KJV that has stood the test of time. Hence, despite the archaic way of writing, people will quote from it more often than contemporary versions. 
E.g. Psalm 23:1 “The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want,” reads more lyrically than saying, “The Lord is my shepherd and he makes certain I don’t need anything.”
It is not known for certain, but it is suspected that the lyrical quality and unity of style throughout the 66 books came from a single editor, who polished the final version.
Once again, it points to the importance of a great editor.
When I read about Amanda Holden and Chris Hughes' loss of their unborn child, it reminded me of the thousands of grieving people across the world who have lost a precious loved one. This is for each of you.
Sargent Shriver -- November 1915 - January 2011
Sargent Shriver passed away Tuesday, January 18, 2011. As a political force behind the scenes, former Ambassador to France, and Founder of the Peace Corps, calling him heroic is an understatement. 
Whether one supports Shriver's politics or not, it is impossible not to acknowledge the profound contribution to the world this patriarch of the Shriver-Kennedy family made.
Sergeant Shriver started the Peace Corps, which provides talented youth a chance to give something to the underprivileged around the world. In addition, among his many contributions to the less advantaged, the more well known are the Job Corps,
Head Start, VISTA and Upward Bound. He served tirelessly to improve the situations of people of color--African Americans and Native Americans, especially.
He married into the famous and political Kennedy family, contributing his clout and influence significantly to the election campaigns of the Kennedys.
His wife was the late Eunice Kennedy Shriver (sister to Jack, Bobby and Ted; mother of Maria Shriver), who started the Special Olympics. 
He is also known because his daughter Maria Shriver married Arnold Schwarzenegger, the former body builder-action hero and former governor of California. The Republican governor complimented his father-in-law's great contributions in a testament to the respect carried across party lines.
Sadly, he contracted Alzheimer's in the 1990s, but his phenomenal legacy remains for posterity. He changed American life and impacted the world.
He will be missed by family, friends and the countless nameless citizens of the world whose lives he profoundly affected by his generosity of spirit and high moral character.
May Sargent Shriver rest in peace, alongside his wife of over fifty years who passed away two years earlier. May those loved ones who suffer the loss of this great American hero be comforted.
Nelson Mandela is the latest to be 'killed off' by a fast spreading rumor inaccurately told and re-tweeted by uninformed tweeters.
The truth? Nelson Mandela is alive and fit as is reported by http://bit.ly/fgH8Zb.
Stopping the viral nature of tweeting such items is a bit like spitting into the wind. It blows in your face and is difficult to combat.
It does beg the question about the caliber of retweets. Do people think before retweeting? Even if a best friend tweets something, does it automatically make it true?
Do we as bloggers and tweeters bear any responsibility for accuracy in our tweets?
The Internet has opened the door for all of us to be journalists. This is a good thing. News can be instant and fresh. Our information updated within seconds of an event offers real time knowledge to the world.
But good journalists we've admired and followed over the years such as Walter Cronkite, Edward R. Murrow, Woodward and Bernstein demonstrated the difference in reporting a balanced view. 
The skewed view often relayed in the news of today's networks vying for top spot on the TV viewing polls reeks of slanted propaganda--depending which side of the political world you prefer.
So, do we as tweeters wish to follow in the inflammatory and inaccurate portrayal or do we want to hold ourselves to a higher standard?
When I tweet, I seek at least two corroborating sources of repute, not some nameless RT source.
I love to tweet as much as little as the next person, but I vow to keep integrity in my tweets.
Now, I follow people whose views I disagree with. But I want to hear the opposite perspective from the horse's mouth, as it were. It doesn't threaten me to listen to someone with different views.
It offers balance.
Tweet this if you want your tweets to have integrity and honesty. Follow me if you want balance in reporting. I listen to both sides of the issue. I'll report both.
NASA snaps a photo of the Triangulum Galaxy, which is approximately 3 million light years away from earth. It’s about as far as our ‘observable’ tools can take us. 
They recorded DIBs or Diffuse Interstellar Bands which have been a mystery since 1922 when Mary Lea Heger discovered the absorption features that did not fit the known patterns.
They are much “broader than the normal absorption lines seen in stellar spectra” among the ultraviolet, visible and infrared wavelengths.
While the mystery continues, nearly 100 years later, new clues related to the discovery of Carbon 60 (C60) brings some hope for identifying the mystery molecules.
Check out Nobel Prize laureate in Chemistry, Sir Harry Kroto, on the relationship of C60 to explaining DIBs.
If you really want to delve into the astronomical study of DIBs take an hour plus seminar with Dr. Farid Salama of NASA Ames and see how the study of these molecules can help us understand the origins of life and the universe. He suggests that there are more carrier molecules than one type (C60) and the debate goes on.
Why is this important? Because it's there. No, seriously, every time scientists discover something that doesn't 'fit' the normal patterns, we learn a little more about who we are and how God brought us into being. God created the Big Bang, but expects us to study creation so we have a clue how much greater God is than we are.
The Creator, who stumps us, time and again, with infinitesimal particles and the infinite expansion of the universe, wants us to know that we are loved and cared for. We can rest in the good hands of One, who hangs the stars in the sky--the Old Testament simplistic explanation of the Big Bang. If God manages the universe, or multiverse, as it may be, and we can't fully understand it, how much easier is it to help us in our every day life?
NASA and improved technology help science narrow the possibilities even as it expands its capabilities of observation.
As a P.S. I loved reading about Mary Lea Heger Shane, the founder of the Lick Observatory, who did her doctorate in 1924...a leader of woman going quietly about her business transforming the world through diligent wor
The Lebanese government under the leadership of Prime Minister Saad Hariri, the son of the assassinated Rafik Hariri, lost its coalition as the Hezbollah walked out. The latter fear the U. N. Tribunal will name names from the Iranian and Syrian backed Hezbollah, even though no indictments have been made.
Lebanon, with its two mountain ranges,
Cedars of Lebanon, verdant valleys and exquisite Mediterranean beaches, 
is populated with a mix of Sunni, Shia and Christian (anyone non-Muslim). 
It struggles to regain stability after a civil war (1975-1990) and Syrian control (1976-2005) undermined its ability to become the shining star of the Middle East it could be.
After the Syrians left, the assassination of Hariri--a Sunni, who found support from the Christians in his attempts to reduce the Syrian influence in their country--stunned the country. Accused of being behind the assassination, Syria has denied culpability, though the prevailing opinion has supported the claim of its being responsible for the leader’s mysterious suicide bombing death.
The walk-out of the Hezbollah, today, smacks of a temper tantrum and the desire to cripple the fragile peace in Lebanon. 
With the U.N. tribunal having investigated the death of Hariri and nearing the time to release their findings, this preemptive strike on the part of Hezbollah is a way to unsettle the country before their community is shown to have orchestrated the killing of Lebanon’s cherished minister.
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In the wake of the assassination attempt of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, the killing of six and the wounding of eight others, I ask, what are our country's (USA) values?
The sides come out trying to affix blame. Liberals point to Palin's encouragement of her followers to 'reload' in the face of the tea party candidate's defeat in the election. The right wing distances themselves from the shooting by finding ways to show the accused gunman is not one of them.
The reality? The gunman was an American. He's one of us all. A product of our country where a severely disturbed man cannot get the kind of treatment he needs in health care, but has no difficulty getting guns to shoot another human being. So what are our values?
This is our country. We make the laws by voting for the people to legislate our beliefs. Even though we are polarized to the extremes and a great many people fall somewhere in the middle, we must all own responsibility in the blame for not taking care of our own. So what are our values?
In Christian Scriptures (I Corinthians 12), it speaks of being one body in Christ. Within that body full of extremely different parts it states "If the foot shall say, Because I am not the hand, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body?" (King James Version used for copyright purposes, more contemporary link above.)
I submit we are one country. One nation under God (just because it doesn't say it anymore doesn't make it not true), indivisible, i.e. one body.
I stand accountable. I grieve for the loved ones of the six who lost their lives.
John Roll, 63 years old, who was a federal district court judge. Gabriel Zimmerman, 30 years old, who was Rep. Gabrielle Giffords' director of community outreach.
Christina Green, 9 years old, who had just been elected to Student council at Mesa Verde Elementary. Dorwan Stoddard, 76 years old, a pastor at Mountain Ave. Church of Christ. Dorothy Morris, 76 years old and Phyllis Schneck, 79 years old. Their photos can be seen here at EastValleyTribune.com.
I pray for the full and what will, no doubt, have to be a miraculous recovery of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords.
The question I pose to myself and others. What can you and I do to make a difference? How do we stop mentally ill people from running loose on the streets and gaining access to guns? What must be done to change the way the US manages its priorities? 
Or do we think that since it doesn't happen very often and only to a few, we don't have to change? Is one life worth it? A thousand? One hundred thousand?
As a Christian, my standing orders are: a good shepherd leaves the safe and secured 99 sheep and goes after the one in danger.
On all sides of the political scene, let's stop pointing the fingers and investigate what we can do to make a difference.
Stand up for the value of a single human life. Let it not matter whether from this country or across the world,
Today we celebrate Epiphany. For some the word conjures confusion. What is the point of it? The moment the light bulb of understanding hits, one has an epiphany.
For Christians around the world, Epiphany celebrates the recognition of the Christ child by Simeon and Anna in the temple and the visit of the Magi. 
The revelation that Jesus, even though a baby, was the son of God and the king, by people of great importance--spiritual leaders, the wise scientists of the east and feared by Herod. He knew Jesus posed no simple threat. His scholars and wise men confirmed the visit of the Magi and he slaughtered all children under two years of age out of the real fear.
The irony of Christ's humble beginnings stirring such awareness in his parents, the temple leaders, the scientists of the age and the government, cannot be lost. When was the last time a child of no apparent importance drew the attention of the religious leaders, the scientific community on the cutting edge and the highest echelons of government? All recognized in the "infant" something so powerful that the prophet Simeon spoke the immortal words from Luke 2: (King James is used for copyright reasons. Check here for easier translation.)
29Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word:
30For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,
31Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;
32A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.
Simeon had an epiphany.
Anna, a widow, who served and worshiped in the temple, also had an epiphany.
Luke 2: 38And she coming in that instant gave thanks likewise unto the Lord, and spake of him to all them that looked for redemption in Jerusalem.
The Magi had an epiphany. They packed up and traveled hundreds of miles by caravan through ancient paths that didn't have a convenience store or hotel in sight. Yet, they persisted, having recognized the scientific findings were valid. Science and faith at work.
Herod had an epiphany. He called for his minions, his wise men, his scholars, his cabinet--as it were--to identify who this child was. The results of their findings sent him into a panic. Governments were not of the people, by the people, and for the people. He knew this infant child put his government at risk. He did a terrible thing and slaughtered the infants.
Violence reigns in hearts that fear.
Peace comes from Christ, who casts out fear.
Love comes from God who accepts us as we are, warts and all, filled with grace to cover our inadequacies.
Blessed be this New Year.
Thanks for photos: to wiki creative commons, LawrenceOP, Mararie at flickr.com Great work.
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Does art come before reality? Or does reality inspire art? The old chicken and the egg question raised to high brow status. Sometimes art reveals the artistic side within reality. The Big Bang of Creation brings art and reality into sharp focus.
The following YouTube short combines the beauty of art with the function of science and the faith of religion in one exquisite production. Judy Rey Wasserman's brilliant piece speaks for itself.
Listen to the music, read the words, follow the path she paints and be prepared for the Epiphany.
Her paintings move the spirit, her words touch the soul, and the music unites the heart.
Happy Sabbath / Glorious Sunday. May this be an Epiphany for you.
God loves us. So, in the beginning, God created. God sends the Messiah to save us. Believe and we are saved.
As a Christian, this is a joyous time of year, when I honor the birthday of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ (even though I'm pretty certain the day is not the actual date of his birth) and the world joins in.
This night offers great power to those without power, hope to those without hope, love to those who are unloved and faith for those without faith.
Hear Il Divo and chorus crescendo into the profound moment of "O Holy Night."
The story of Joseph and Mary arriving in the night, her ready to give birth and no place but the humble manger--the feeding trough for the stinky animals--was available for the event that changed the world, regardless of what faith one has.
A humble child, in the harshest of circumstances survived the cold night, and lived to bring a message of love and peace.
For the powerless, a story of power.
Angels announced the birth to the humblest of people, to shepherds, who were stuck guarding the sheep in the fields. They didn't have the luxury of a pen or shed to keep their watch easy. No, these were on the bottom rung of the career ladder.
The Angel spoke to them. First words: "Fear not."
I love it when angels appear in unexpected places. The shock individuals experience seeing them forces the first statement to be: "Don't be afraid" or "Fear not" because if an angel appeared to me, I might be scared witless, too.
For the hopeless, a message of hope.
Hear Libera Boys Choir sing "While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night"
The next thing these poor, down trodden shepherds learn is that the extreme event means "Good News" and not bad news. "Great Joy" is mentioned, so the presentation is upbeat and positive. They are so overcome, they lug their flocks to the stable to see the young child and discover it is just as the angel said, and later as the chorus of angels sang.
A transforming moment. For the faithless, a reason to believe, enough that the faith is born out.
Whatever hostilities that occur between people of different faiths, countries of rivaling agendas and enemies of common ground, this moment in each year brings a goodness to everyone.
All people (regardless of faith) seem kinder, gentler, more understanding and willing to forgive or at least put up with the ones they don't like. Even the bah humbug-gers will say it with a smile.
Of course, exceptions to every statement above exist, but in general, I believe the goodness that each individual has within them shines during this season.
For the unloved, Christmas is a message of love. God loves you, so much he gave his only son, Jesus, to be born on earth to save us from our sins.
"Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming" The ancient melody and words sing: "to show God's love aright, she bore to us a Savior."
Greater love hath no one than they give up their life for a friend.
Be a friend of Jesus and feel the love.
As the year draws to an end, I wish you well and thank you for reading my musings. May you find your way to truth and discover the blessings of God for you and yours.
These three abide: faith, hope and love. The greatest of these is love.
When a child, I loved this song because it empowered me to believe I could bring something important to life and to the God of my faith.
As Advent draws to a close, I share the beautiful voices of Celtic Woman with their unique take on the classic,
and for those who like a light show with their music:
Are we parents fighting a losing battle out there to protect our children from those who would deliberately harm them? With carriers flaunting keeping us out of the loop?
I'm having an ongoing debate (euphemism for all out war) with my teenagers about their cell phone ('mobile' to UK types) usage and computer usage. They say I am clueless and old fashioned.
When we got the phones, we explained they were for business (we own our own and sometimes need to communicate when we are in different locations) but that they were welcome to use them for personal calls.
Then came the change in behaviors. When the children struggled to wake up each morning, saying they hadn't slept well, I checked the phone logs and computer logs. Sure enough. Texting and playing on facebook all night long. I don't care whether Mark Zuckerberg is Time Magazine's Person of the Year, teenagers texting and using facebook all hours of the night deprives them of well needed sleep.
I set the rule based on my own refined breeding when I was young. Don't call anyone after 9 p.m. and not before 9 a.m. (on weekends 10 a.m.) except in extreme emergencies. Chatting did not and does not constitute an emergency, no matter how critical it is to keep in touch with friends. I made an exception and opened up my eldest's phone when he was talking with someone expressing suicidal ideation. He assured me, that all was well when they hung up. That was months ago and the individual is undergoing counseling.
Many articles on sleep deprivation call attention to the constant stimulus we have in society from TV, film, DVD, VCR, cell phones, computers and the like.
I use my computer in the wee hours. With the medications I take, I'm up at night and unable to return to sleep. I try for the eight hours sleep. The children's doctor suggested good regenerative rest was needed.
But they insist that I am outdated. My 'good manners' don't apply to the modern world. My children say 'all of their friends are allowed to text all night' or go on their computers all night.
They accuse me of being a control freak. I am adamant about their getting sleep and learning good manners. I put turn off times on both cells and computers. Cell phones turn off at 9 p.m. despite the fact they say their friends don't have any restrictions. Computers turn off later, but I block facebook/IM etc. at 10 p.m. and turn them off at 11 p.m.
Am I alone in this? Are all other parents out there allowing unrestricted usage for their children and cellphones/computers? What are your cut off times or do you think the 9 p.m. rule is outmoded or outdated? If I am THE LONE VOICE proclaiming the need for teenagers and people, for that matter, to have a time that electronics shut off, please let me know.
I googled cell phone restrictions and teen usage of cell phones, but found most issues surround not using them in public, movie houses, restaurants and speaking of personal things too loudly. Next to nothing spoke with authority on the mores of society in regard to the hours of cellphone use, especially for teens.
The twilight was cold and raining, but dear sweet Jaz, who was holding her own, though resistant to being force fed thyroid medicine, stood up and indicated she was going to leap from the secure spot I had for her next to me.
It was her sign to me, "I need to go do my business. Privately. I don't like a crowd when I eat or use the sandbox outside." So I gently lifted her and carried her to the door. She paused at the rain for a split second, but moved forward with determination on wobbly legs.
I stood at the door for a while, for sometimes she will take an hour before she whines at my window and calls for me to open the door to her, so I returned to my chair and kept an ear attuned to the raindrops, hoping for a telltale whine.
It never came. I searched. My family searched. Each day we searched all her familiar hideouts. Four days later, and I no longer believe she will return. The cold and her weakened condition left her vulnerable.
I kick myself for letting her out, even though it was our routine. My children blame me too.
She was the most beautiful of all cats. From the day I saw her in the pound, when we were shopping for a dog, I left only to dream about her that night. We returned the next day and adopted her. A dainty princess, she rarely caused me worry. Her cry so sweet, we wished she would 'talk' more. The life she lived here was queen of the roost. All adored her and she was highly selective to whom she deigned to give her attention.
I loved her more than all the other cats, even though I typically don't have favorites. Animals appeal to me at all levels. She touched my soul in a way that no other cat has.
Goodbye, my sweet, sweet Jaz. You hold a place in my heart and mind forever. Your spirit encouraged me when I felt pain. Your beauty awed me when life was bleak. Your gentleness and patience taught me I needed to cultivate those traits. I pray your last moments were peaceful.
My computer crashed with all my photos of her. I hope to get them off the hard drive transfer. But I listened to this song and thought of her. She did raise me up...or at least my spirits soared whenever she was around.
Goodbye, my love.
I can't remember a time I recommended a particular product in its own article. I've rated things, but rarely paused to comment. However, I thought my darling twenty-one year old cat was dying. After all, old age and dying are normal. Of all my pets, she is the light of my life, both beautiful and the sweetest, most temperate pet I’ve had.
A week ago, she yowled as if she were dying. The out-of-character behavior alerted me to watch her. I tracked and observed her heaving and throwing up. The vomiting continued until each time she did so, it was no longer food, but bile.
She cried, whimpered and yowled. I grabbed the old dog bed, and covered it with a plush towel, insuring my smell on it, and set it beside me at my desk. I placed water and her favorite food beside her. She lay curled up on the towel, but turned away from food and water with disdain. Cats eat related to scent and stomach cravings, as well as stress free/settled environment.
Long story short, she refused food, water and wasted away in front of my eyes. The vet cost $245 with a certainty of more fees for subsequent shot-visits to deal with her hyperthyroidism.
Her eyes seeped and her listlessness distressed me. I stroked her and she barely moved her head towards my hand in affection.
I searched the web daily for other’s experience with her condition. I discovered http://www.petwellbeing.com after five days. I’d seen my sweet Jaz waste away to nearly nothing, continuing to refuse food, although I saw her lick some water from the small bowl I kept by her. She kept losing weight. A cat losing weight has little reserves. I needed to find a way to nourish her.
On petwellbeing.com, I discovered Resthyro as a treatment for hyperthyroidism. Reading reviews of pet lovers, convinced me to risk trying it on Jaz. When the box arrived, I force fed two drops of Resthyro. She was too weak to resist my opening her mouth. She barely swallowed and curled into a ball and slept. Tempting her several times a day with food over the last week, to no avail, so I force fed a special mix of emulsified fresh liver and water, vitamins, and tissue salts. Earlier attempts had resulted in her throwing up everything I gave her. After one day of taking Resthyro, her stomach settled. No vomiting.
This is the third day of giving her two drops of Resthyro twice daily. When I forced fed her she scratched me—a joyous moment—because she’s been too listless to resist until now. I see her life returning. Her weakness is reduced. She is resting comfortably. The crying and yowling has stopped. Just now, she sat up, drank water, jumped down off my desk and walked outside to do her business.
I didn’t expect such results for three weeks. Natural reme
One of my favorite things about the holidays is listening to music. The resounding beats and trills of familiar songs makes my toe tap, involuntarily and ups the beating of my heart. (I wonder, 'Could it be considered aerobic exercise if my heart rate goes up?' LOL)
Doing the routine maintenance of the house is better with the upbeat sounds of Christmas, whether it's a crooner singing popular music or orchestra's soothing symphonies of Christmas classics, hymns and instrumental arrangements.
I love this music, and I am going to share some of my favorites with you.
Manheim Steamroller's versions of the standard carols particularly lighten the load of housework with its contemporary flavor to old songs. Since I'm in the process of decorating, I submit a favorite: "Deck the Halls" produced and presented with the extra light show enjoyment: http://www.neverenoughlights.com.
Gets your heart beating and foot tapping, doesn't it? Mine do.
Stay tuned to this spot for more.
In the ever changing internet and electronic scene, the roles of corporations and the public welfare are confusing and uncertain. Can we trust that corporations who are vying for control of the internet and electronic access have the public's interest at heart?
Read the article, The Game of Monopoly, in Publishers Weekly about Tim Wu's new book, The Master Switch. It delves into the past history of technology companies and how they started with innovation, but once gaining the upper hand or monopoly, turned and stifled inventions and access.
Comcast, who bought out NBC, is asking for the right to have vertical tiers of internet access. Public and Premium. Google and Verizon have joined forces to gain control. What is net neutrality?
Doesn't that mean that they become the filter through which all information is processed? Do you want Comcast to decide what news you can read about on the internet? What programs you can see? Is it a form of censorship? Do you want Comcast to be your censor?
Did you know that AT&T's monopoly of the phone service prevented the answering machine from development for many years, wanting the public to use their phone booths to communicate?
Why is this important? We all need to be responsible for what we encourage the government to allow. Read up. Be aware and contact your representative with your views.
Check out Senator Franken, speaking on "Net Neutrality" which he says is a first amendment issue.
Should there be a public and premium internet access?
What are the upsides?
What are the downsides?
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