A very unusual place for a guy to romance a woman ??
hehehehe
I try to find some peace in my soul, while trying to quiet the turbulence in my mind.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Awwwwwwwwww
(I got this in an email and had one of those "awwwwwww" moments, so thought I would share it. Didn't matter to me if this actually happened the way it says it did, I just liked it anyways.)
Something really amazing happened in Downtown Spokane this week & I had to share the story with you.
Some of you may know that my brother, Joel, is a loan officer at Sterling Bank. He works downtown in a second story office building, overlooking busy Riverside Ave . Several weeks ago he watched a mother duck choose the cement awning outside his window as the uncanny place to build a nest above the sidewalk.
The mallard laid 10 eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 ft in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks & Monday afternoon all of her 10 ducklings hatched!
Joel worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the 1st 48 hrs of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Joel came to work & watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off!
The mother flew down below & started quacking to her babies above. In his disbelief Joel watched as the 1st fuzzy newborn toddled to the edge & astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below.
My brother couldn't watch how this might play out. He dashed out of his office & ran down the stairs the sidewalk where the 1st obedient duckling was stuporing near its mother from the near fatal fall.
Joel looked up. The 2nd duckling was getting ready to jump! He quickly dodged under the awning while the mother duck quacked at him & the babies above. As the 2nd one took the plunge, Joel jumped forward & caught it with his bare hands before it hit the cement. Safe & sound, he set it by the momma & other stunned sibling, still recovering from its painful leap.
1 by 1 the babies continued to jump to join their anxious family below. Each time Joel hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free-fall. The downtown sidewalk came to a standstill! Time after time, Joel was able to catch the remaining 8 and set them by their approving mother.
At this point Joel realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had 2 full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs & pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the Spokane River .
The on looking office secretaries then joined in, & hurriedly brought an empty copy paper box to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, & loaded them up into the white cardboard container. Joel held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the Spokane River, as the mother waddled behind & kept her babies in sight.
As they reached the river, the mother took over & passed him, jumping into the river, quacking loudly. At the water's edge, the Sterling Bank office staff then tipped the box & helped shepherd the babies toward the water & to their mother after their adventurous ride.
All 10 darling ducklings safely made it into the water & paddled up snugly to momma duck. Joel said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank workers, proudly quacking as if to say ..... 'See, we did it! Thanks for all the help!'
Thankfully, 1 of the staff had a digital camera & was able to capture most of it (except the actual mid-air catching) in a series of attached photos. Please join me in celebrating my brother-- The Downtown Duck Hero!
Something really amazing happened in Downtown Spokane this week & I had to share the story with you.
Some of you may know that my brother, Joel, is a loan officer at Sterling Bank. He works downtown in a second story office building, overlooking busy Riverside Ave . Several weeks ago he watched a mother duck choose the cement awning outside his window as the uncanny place to build a nest above the sidewalk.
The mallard laid 10 eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 ft in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks & Monday afternoon all of her 10 ducklings hatched!
Joel worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the 1st 48 hrs of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Joel came to work & watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off!
The mother flew down below & started quacking to her babies above. In his disbelief Joel watched as the 1st fuzzy newborn toddled to the edge & astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below.
My brother couldn't watch how this might play out. He dashed out of his office & ran down the stairs the sidewalk where the 1st obedient duckling was stuporing near its mother from the near fatal fall.
Joel looked up. The 2nd duckling was getting ready to jump! He quickly dodged under the awning while the mother duck quacked at him & the babies above. As the 2nd one took the plunge, Joel jumped forward & caught it with his bare hands before it hit the cement. Safe & sound, he set it by the momma & other stunned sibling, still recovering from its painful leap.
1 by 1 the babies continued to jump to join their anxious family below. Each time Joel hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free-fall. The downtown sidewalk came to a standstill! Time after time, Joel was able to catch the remaining 8 and set them by their approving mother.
At this point Joel realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had 2 full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs & pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the Spokane River .
The on looking office secretaries then joined in, & hurriedly brought an empty copy paper box to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother's approval, & loaded them up into the white cardboard container. Joel held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the Spokane River, as the mother waddled behind & kept her babies in sight.
As they reached the river, the mother took over & passed him, jumping into the river, quacking loudly. At the water's edge, the Sterling Bank office staff then tipped the box & helped shepherd the babies toward the water & to their mother after their adventurous ride.
All 10 darling ducklings safely made it into the water & paddled up snugly to momma duck. Joel said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank workers, proudly quacking as if to say ..... 'See, we did it! Thanks for all the help!'
Thankfully, 1 of the staff had a digital camera & was able to capture most of it (except the actual mid-air catching) in a series of attached photos. Please join me in celebrating my brother-- The Downtown Duck Hero!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Dear God ...
Dear God: Is it on purpose our names are the same, only reversed?
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a Dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the
'Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God: If a Dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a Bad Dog?
Dear God: We Dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are,
will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a Good Dog:
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.
4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.
5. The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.
6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an
unacceptable way of saying 'hello.'
8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under
the coffee table.
9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before
entering the house - not after.
10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.
12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?
Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a Dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the
'Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God: If a Dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a Bad Dog?
Dear God: We Dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are,
will I have to apologize?
Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a Good Dog:
1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.
4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.
5. The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.
6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an
unacceptable way of saying 'hello.'
8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under
the coffee table.
9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before
entering the house - not after.
10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.
12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?
Sitting here at the Sidewalk Cafe
As the day comes to an end
And the night slowly descends
I sit here in the Sidewalk Cafe
Savouring my cup of tea
The lights across the bay
Twinkling on one by one
The whites, reds, and golds
Sparkling into my view
Not a ripple on the water
A mirror image it shall be
The boats bob quietly
Carefully not making not a peep
Such a beautiful fall evening
It turned out to be
The perfect way to end
A warm sunny day
I watch the people pass by
On their way here and there
Always on a mission
Busy as beavers they be
So intent on their errands
Their day not yet over
They don't see me here
Relaxing near the sycamore tree
The cafe umbrella over head
Protection from the sun
Now has been tilted back
So that I might view the night
I cannot help but wonder
Curious sort as I am
What the passing people would do
If I was to call out a Hello?
Would they not hear
So intent on their journey?
Or look at me strange
Wondering about me?
I am enjoying my oneness here
My peace and quiet time
As I contemplate life
As they go whizzing by
Should you stop at my greeting
Smile and say hi to me
I would invite you to sit
Enjoy a cup with me
Get to know what it's like
To just sit awhile and reflect
No rush, no bother or fuss
Relax yourself and just be
@ wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com
And the night slowly descends
I sit here in the Sidewalk Cafe
Savouring my cup of tea
The lights across the bay
Twinkling on one by one
The whites, reds, and golds
Sparkling into my view
Not a ripple on the water
A mirror image it shall be
The boats bob quietly
Carefully not making not a peep
Such a beautiful fall evening
It turned out to be
The perfect way to end
A warm sunny day
I watch the people pass by
On their way here and there
Always on a mission
Busy as beavers they be
So intent on their errands
Their day not yet over
They don't see me here
Relaxing near the sycamore tree
The cafe umbrella over head
Protection from the sun
Now has been tilted back
So that I might view the night
I cannot help but wonder
Curious sort as I am
What the passing people would do
If I was to call out a Hello?
Would they not hear
So intent on their journey?
Or look at me strange
Wondering about me?
I am enjoying my oneness here
My peace and quiet time
As I contemplate life
As they go whizzing by
Should you stop at my greeting
Smile and say hi to me
I would invite you to sit
Enjoy a cup with me
Get to know what it's like
To just sit awhile and reflect
No rush, no bother or fuss
Relax yourself and just be
@ wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com
November 5, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Sitting here at the sidewalk cafe
As the day comes to an end
And the night slowly descends
I sit here in the Sidewalk Cafe
Savouring my cup of tea
The lights across the bay
Twinkling on one by one
The whites, reds, and golds
Sparkling into my view
Not a ripple on the water
A mirror image it shall be
The boats bob quietly
Carefully not making not a peep
Such a beautiful fall evening
It turned out to be
The perfect way to end
A warm sunny day
I watch the people pass by
On their way here and there
Always on a mission
Busy as beavers they be
So intent on their errands
Their day not yet over
They don't see me here
Relaxing near the sycamore tree
The cafe umbrella over head
Protection from the sun
Now has been tilted back
So that I might view the night
I cannot help but wonder
Curious sort as I am
What the passing people would do
If I was to call out a Hello?
Would they not hear
So intent on their journey?
Or look at me strange
Wondering about me?
I am enjoying my oneness here
My peace and quiet time
As I contemplate life
As they go whizzing by
Should you stop at my greeting
Smile and say hi to me
I would invite you to sit
Enjoy a cup with me
Get to know what it's like
To just sit awhile and reflect
No rush, no bother or fuss
Relax yourself and just be
@ wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com
November 8, 2008
And the night slowly descends
I sit here in the Sidewalk Cafe
Savouring my cup of tea
The lights across the bay
Twinkling on one by one
The whites, reds, and golds
Sparkling into my view
Not a ripple on the water
A mirror image it shall be
The boats bob quietly
Carefully not making not a peep
Such a beautiful fall evening
It turned out to be
The perfect way to end
A warm sunny day
I watch the people pass by
On their way here and there
Always on a mission
Busy as beavers they be
So intent on their errands
Their day not yet over
They don't see me here
Relaxing near the sycamore tree
The cafe umbrella over head
Protection from the sun
Now has been tilted back
So that I might view the night
I cannot help but wonder
Curious sort as I am
What the passing people would do
If I was to call out a Hello?
Would they not hear
So intent on their journey?
Or look at me strange
Wondering about me?
I am enjoying my oneness here
My peace and quiet time
As I contemplate life
As they go whizzing by
Should you stop at my greeting
Smile and say hi to me
I would invite you to sit
Enjoy a cup with me
Get to know what it's like
To just sit awhile and reflect
No rush, no bother or fuss
Relax yourself and just be
@ wolvesandrainbows.multiply.com
November 8, 2008
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