Paws on the Street Part Twenty-Nine – Dumpsters, Car Monsters, and Holes in the Ground #SocialMediaMonday #Reblogs #Inspiration

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Have you ever wondered what it would be like for a guide dog to work with a blind person? Well, Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue gives us a glimpse into his life in the post I’m sharing today, from the blog of his mommy, Patty Fletcher, author and owner of TELL IT TO THE WORLD MARKETING. Enjoy!

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Hi, everybody!

Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue here!

Mommy has been upset lately, thinking we don’t get enough work and I don’t understand why mommy is worrying about how much work we do cause I got to tell you, working for my mommy is kinda hard but great all at once. This morning, when we went out after the big truck delivered all her cold food, of which I got none, we had to take out all the trash. Nobody ever told me I had to take out the trash. But while we were out there this dumb human put their car monster in the middle of the parking lot. Not in one of its places but right smack in the way of where we needed to go.

 

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This or That #TMI Tuesday

This week’s questions are all about choices. See what you think, and feel free to make your own.

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Money or Fame? Why?

 

I don’t need either one. I’m happy with the amount of income I receive, and fame comes with a price, that of privacy.

 

Fish or Chicken?

 

I like both. My favorites from Schwan are chicken cordon bleu and breaded blue hake.

 

Sleeping at night–too warm or too cold?

 

This time of year, I’m in danger of being too hot while sleeping. Although I have a window air conditioner in my spare bedroom, even with it and the ceiling fans going full blast, cool air doesn’t always get to my bedroom. I’ve looked into getting central air conditioning, but  because I live in an old house, this would be expensive. Besides, here in Wyoming, we only need air conditioning maybe two months out of the year. So, I can’t justify the cost.

 

Beard or Moustache? Why?

 

Well, since I’m not of the male persuasion, I don’t have a choice. For me, it’s neither. When my husband Bill was alive, I liked his face smooth as a baby’s bottom.

 

Cars–classic or modern?

 

I’m visually impaired. So, I don’t drive. But if it were possible, I’d like one of those self-driving cars that I could just tell where I wanted to go and have it take me there, no muss, no fuss.

 

 

Which holds more beauty–smile or eyes?

 

Because of my visual impairment, I’m not qualified to answer this question. But I’ll say that they’re both equally beautiful.

 

Soothing the soul–hiking or shopping?

 

I prefer to take a nice walk. Here in Sheridan, there’s a cement trail that meanders along the creek and allows me to hear its babble and the chirping of birds first thing in the morning. That’s what soothes my soul.

 

 

Bonus: What is your favorite type of foreplay?

 

Since Bill was impotent, we didn’t engage in much sexual activity. But after his strokes, we enjoyed snuggling in bed, my head resting on his shoulder next to his, my right arm around him, his right arm around me. I often buried my face in his hair, drinking in its scent, and kissed it. You can learn more about our life together by reading My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for The man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.

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Now, it’s your turn. To learn how to participate, click here. Alternatively, you can answer one or more of the questions in the comment field below. Any way you do it, I look forward to reading your answers.

By the way, from now until July 31st, you can download My Ideal Partner and The Red Dress absolutely free from Smashwords as part of its annual summer/winter sale. Click here to visit my Smashwords author page.

Also, for those of you who use the National Library Services for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. Thank you for reading. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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TMI Tuesday December 31st 2019

I’m back to end the year with answers to more interesting questions from the TMI Tuesday Blog.

What’s new?

 

Feel free to elaborate.

In 2019 did you

  1. Get a new job? No.
  2. Get a new haircut? No, I’ve gotten several haircuts in the past year, but they’ve always been the same style. I’ve been going to the same beautician for years, and she always remembers how I like my hair. Heaven help me when she retires.
  3. Get a new car? No.
  4. Move? No. I’ve been in the same house for over ten years, and I like it. As long as I don’t need to move, why bother?
  5. Get a new romantic partner? No. I haven’t been romantically involved since my husband passed in 2012, and I doubt I ever will be. You can read more about this in my memoir, My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.
  6. Have a kid? No.
  7. Take up a new hobby? No.

In 2020, will you?

  1. Get a new job? No. Why should I? I’ve been content working for myself as a writer for years, and as long as I don’t need the income, why bother?
  2. Get a new car? No. I’m visually impaired, so you don’t want me on the road.
  3. Take a risk? No. I might have when I was younger, but now, I’m set in my ways and prefer my life less complicated.

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How about you? To join the fun, click here, or you could leave your answers in the comment field below. Happy New Year!

 

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Song Lyric Sunday: Freeway of Love

Song Lyric Sunday was created by blogger Helen Vadahti. If you would like to participate, click here for guidelines.

This week’s theme is cars. In the wake of Aretha Franklin’s recent passing, this song, which was popular when I was in college, is a perfect fit. So hop in, fasten your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride.

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Aretha Franklin–Freeway of Love

Knew you’d be a vision in white
How’d you get your pants so tight?
Don’t know what you’re doin’
But you must be livin’ right, yeah
Oh, we got some places to see
I brought all the maps with me
So jump right in, it ain’t no sin
Take a ride in my machine
City traffic movin’ way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go, go
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our backs
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our back
Ain’t we ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?
Never you mind the exit signs
We got lots of time
We can’t quit ’til we get
To the other side, ide, ide
With the radio playin’ our song
We keep rollin’ along
Who knows how far our car can get
Before you think your love slowin’ on down
City traffic’s movin’ way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go come on now, go
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our backs
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our back
Ain’t we ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac? Oh yeah
Here we go, one more time mmm
With the wind and your fingers in my hair
Kind of think we’re going for an extended throw down
So drop the top baby
And let’s cruise on into this better than ever street
City traffic’s movin’ way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go, come on baby, go, do it for me now
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our back
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against my back
Ain’t we ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac?
What I want you to do baby
Get over to the left lane
And let’s merge with peace, oh yeah
Take the love that’s sent ya
And then in the right time
Go on over in love and satisfaction and joy, well
Ain’t we riding babe, ain’t we cruising down
Free, free, sweet
Go on after, awh let’s be good to each other street
Well, see that little landmark over there
A whole lot of kisses and sweet stuff
We’ll be just about, awh, awh, awh
And satisfaction road yeah, satisfaction yeah ooo ahhh
Songwriters: Jeffrey Cohen / Narada Walden

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Our Buddy

The first vehicle I remember from my childhood was a white Mercedes Benz with four doors and a trunk. The interior seats were of a gray and white decorative pattern. Before my younger brother was born, my parents and I took many trips from our home in Tucson, Arizona.

We called the car Buddy. After my younger brother was born, when he was old enough, Dad started calling him Buddy, and I was confused. My brother’s given name was Andy, so why was Dad calling him Buddy? I was too young to understand that “buddy” was also a term of endearment.

Three years after my younger brother was born, after a second car was purchased, Buddy took Dad and me all the way from Tucson to Sheridan, Wyoming. The year was 1971, and I was ten years old. Dad would have gone on his own, but on the night he planned to leave, while we were eating supper, he asked if I wanted to come, and I said yes, since I was always up for an adventure.

We left that night. Because it was close to my bedtime, I camped out in Buddy’s back seat while Dad drove for a few hours. When we stopped, he unrolled a sleeping bag on the ground near the car. We were still in Arizona.

The next day, we drove through the Navajo Reservation and into Colorado, stopping at Four Corners, where Dad said we lost an hour. That night, we ended up in Durango, and I remember thinking it strange that it was still light at eight o’clock in the evening. That night, we visited several bars. Years later, this experience inspired a poem from my collection, How to Build A Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver.

The next day, we stopped at Mesa Verde, then spent the night with friends in Beulah, and the following evening, Dad left me in Denver with my maternal grandmother while he drove the rest of the way to Sheridan.

I stayed with Grammy and Granddad Hinkley in Denver for several weeks. During that time, Dad and his mother, Grandma Johnson, went to Las Vegas and back to Denver, where they picked me up. We drove to Sheridan in Grandma’s Cadillac because Buddy quit working after Dad reached Sheridan the first time.

We’d come here because Grandpa Johnson died in the fall of the previous year, and Grandma needed help with the family’s coin-operated machine business. During the weeks I spent in Sheridan, Buddy sat neglected in front of Grandma’s house. Dad was too busy running the business and keeping me entertained to worry about fixing the car. When we drove anywhere, we either used Grandma’s car or one of the company vehicles. When it was time for me to start school, Dad drove me to Denver, again in Grandma’s Cadillac, and I boarded a plane for Tucson. I wondered if I would ever see Buddy again.

In October of that year, Buddy somehow managed to get Dad home safe and sound. Two years later, we moved to Sheridan, Wyoming, so Dad could run the business full time. We had two cars: Buddy and the other Mercedes Benz we called 220S Baby. We rented a U-Haul truck to carry our earthly possessions. Dad drove the U-Haul, towing Buddy, while Mother drove 220S Baby.

After we settled in Sheridan, Buddy eventually retired and was relegated to a space in our driveway behind the garage. When Andy became a teen-ager, Mother wanted him to fix up and use the old car, but Andy wasn’t interested, and Dad didn’t like the idea for some reason. She eventually gave Andy her old Fiat when she bought a new Subaru. There were other cars, a gray Buick station wagon, a number of pick-up trucks and a van that were used mostly for the coin-operated machine business, a Plymouth Reliant station wagon, a Mitsubishi, and a red Subaru station wagon that Andy inherited after Dad passed away and gave to his son as a graduation present. For a couple of years when my husband was alive and partially paralyzed by two strokes, I owned a red wheelchair-accessible van. However, our Buddy, a reliable car for years, will always be foremost in my memory.

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How about you? I’d love to hear about the first car you remember when you were growing up. What color and brand was it? What did the interior look like? Do you remember where it came from? Can you think of a specific road trip you took with your family in this car? Please share your thoughts either in the comments field or on your own blog with a pingback here.

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We Shall Overcome
How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

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My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds
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