Archive for May, 2014
I have trouble with topics that are TOO open. They should inspire me, but they just discourage me…too many choices, can’t commit, too hard… 😦
I never got around to the challenge last week so I didn’t want to miss another. What to do? I took a couple of wire “twists” in my apartment, but they didn’t really do it for me. (Of course, the fact that they aren’t focused properly could be the culprit…see below.)
I had never heard of the O. Henry Pun-Off World Championships in Austin. Clearly it’s not for everyone, but as a word nerd, I sure wish I could have attended. I was amazed by the woman “punning” the Presidents in order; I wish they filmed her whole performance. Her name is Alex Petri. Here’s a YouTube clip of her performance at last years’ championship. I would guess that the topic she was given was the Bible?
I saw this video yesterday about a cat saving a little boy from being mauled by a dog. It prompted many comments. Cat lovers came out in droves to give credit to their feline friends; many talking about their cats alerting them to fires.
It made me think of a time when our family cat helped prevent a home break-in. This is one of those “family legends” that gets told over and over. My mother loves animals, but is definitely partial to dogs, so the fact that she gives so much credit to the cat in this story is a great compliment.
My father was working out of state and coming home on weekends. In the wee hours of Monday morning, my mother would drive my father up the street to meet his coworkers so they could commute together up to New York. My mother had come home and gone back to bed to read and enjoy a little time for herself before the morning chaos began. The cat was resting comfortably on the bed; our dachshund was in her own bed in the kitchen, down the hall from my parent’s bedroom. As my mother tells it, the cat suddenly sat up and ran down the hall. She said, “Misty, what’s wrong?” And then she heard the dog growl and bark. She called out, “Who’s there?”
She got up out of bed and went down the hall and saw the dog attacking a foot in the door! She screamed. My brother heard her and came downstairs with the only thing he could grab…a baseball bat. My bedroom was on the first floor near the stairs, so I heard my brother racing down the stairs and I got up to see what was going on. By the time we got to the kitchen, the foot was gone. My mother told my brother, “Someone was here!” He went outside to look around, but whoever it was had disappeared. My mother was very shaken up. She kept saying with amazement, that the cat knew someone was there before the dog and the dog was in the same room! “Thank you, Misty!” she said over and over.
The tradition and the song live on:
I love to walk and I belong to a walking group. Almost every Saturday we walk at a local park, such as D. W. Field park.
This week we were greeted with this sign.
One of the people in my group, who is from the area, said it is an every weekend event this time of year. I soon discovered it was an event for children.
I think in this technological age, anything that encourages children to move and enjoy the outdoors is a so worthwhile!
I love to see a valuable resource used in such a heartwarming and productive way. The park is a wonderful respite for people in a sometimes troubled city.