First off, let’s take a moment to thank all of the Veterans this Veterans’ Day, for their patriotism and service. There is a sad, lovely poem written during the First World War, by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, a Canadian soldier and surgeon, after he witnessed the death of a friend. Lieutenant Colonel McCrae died of pneumonia during the war, in 1918.
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”
The picture is my Great Grandfather, Percy Herndon, in his WWI uniform. This is before he married my Great-Grandmother, and the woman in the picture is his sister, my Great Aunt Julia, for whom I was named. Aunt Julia died before I was born, but she was a large and important presence in my mother’s life. My Great-Grandfather served in Russia, and came home safely. He married my great grandmother, and they had 5 children, 3 of whom lived to adulthood, and all 3 of whom are still alive today. (My Grandma and Great Aunt, who live together in Stockton, and my other Great Aunt, who lives a bit north of Sacramento.) I didn’t know him growing up, as he died right after we moved back to California from Alaska. But I know him through stories, and I wish I had known him better.
Next is Happy Birthday to Little One, my friend Chrissy’s daughter, who is 3 years old today. Little One was born 3 months premature, and her first few months outside of her mommy were harrowing indeed. But now she’s a gorgeous, healthy, strong, opinionated, sweet little girl. I hope you’re having a great celebration, Chrissy, John, and Little One!
Now I wonder if any of you have any tips for getting a stubborn old dog to take her medicine? Poor Gen is on so many pills now, and she hates them. HATES them. Two days this week, she took them easily, just wrapped in salami. I felt like I had won the lottery, it was so easy. Seriously, I should have gone and bought a ticket. Yesterday she refused, and I had to shove them down her throat, which I’ve done with cats before, but Gen is bigger and stronger than a cat. It worked in the morning, but when it came time for her evening pill, she clamped her jaw shut on my finger. She’s been bragging about how fierce she is, that she bit Medium Boss, but really, she was just trying to not take her pill, and she didn’t even draw blood. Not as fierce as she likes to pretend. So Maya and I figured out that if we packed the pill in grated cheese, and gave her a treat RIGHT AFTER, she would eat the pill and not spit it out. That worked last night, and again this morning, but our experience thus far has been that she’ll take the pills well once or twice, and then get a taste of one (one particularly is VERY bitter), and refuse that method from then on. So I’ve tried mixing the powdered pill into sugar water, which she liked a little bit but not enough. Peanut butter, cream cheese, salami, all worked for a little while, but not consistently. Any sure fire tips out there?
Tomorrow I’m going to get my hair done. Always an adventure, since I go to a beauty school to save money. They do a decent job, but sometimes my hair comes home a different color than I intended. That’s happened at the expensive salon too, come to think of it, so whatever.
The whole Penn State scandal got me pretty riled up. I think everyone involved should have been fired, and I cannot for the life of me understand the reaction of the students who rioted in protest. These men think they’re above the law, and that their football team and department are more important than the lives of disadvantaged boys. It’s disgusting. And how much more damage have they done to the department and school than if they had called the police when they first learned of the crimes? Ugh. It makes me sick. Some people need a lesson in ethics.
Thanks to Nance for the link to this article, explaining the anger of Occupy Wall Street. The problem isn’t that the poor and middle class hate the rich, or are envious. The problem is that we’re pissed off at the fact that the Wall Street folks gamed the system, they cheated, and they don’t think there’s a darn thing wrong with that. They think they were smart to think of it, and they’re busy planning how to do it again. And again. And as long as people make money at it, if their 401(k) goes up and the value of their house rises, they don’t care that it’s not sustainable. That’s the problem, and it’s not just Wall Street. Some of it is Main Street as well. We need to get angry and stop trusting these a-holes. That’s what the Occupy movement is about.
I guess that’s it. I could start in on what an idiot I think Herman Cain is, and how I wish he’s just go away, and that I think he’s a lech and he still thinks he can get away with it, but I’ll leave that for another day.
Happy Friday, everyone.