One of my first jobs out of college was working in a pet store. I had grown tired of waitressing which had been my part time job throughout high school and college. I was living in Nashua at the time. My boyfriend and I were renting a room from a local woman. She hadn't really been all that pleased about renting to a couple since the original agreement had been between her and my boyfriend's family while he was going to school. The move to our own apartment couldn't come quick enough for all involved. So I took the first job that came along that didn't involve waiting tables.

Below is a very interesting piece that I picked up on line.  In parentheses are my comments.  It illustrates what is wrong with Congress and how some people are just not picking up on what is really going on:

One of the many chinks in John McCain’s armor appears to be his reputation – so far unchallenged – as a supporter of veterans, a market, the Palm Beach Post points out, that McCain’s militaristic stance should have cornered. Veterans however, beg to differ. Checking the Web site for The Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America, I was stunned to discover that Senator Warrior rates no more than a “D”  for his anti-veteran voting record. What’s more, Barack Obama rates a “B plus.”  In fact, several liberal congressmen rank well above their flag-waving conservative colleagues in the eyes of the veterans group. The Disabled American Veterans give McCain 20% and Obama 80%!

     Follow me as I follow my dogs, Willow and Nash, Mother/Son, twelve and eight.  The day is done. Ears ring with the hum of the day as it still rattles in head and bone.  It tingles.  Willow and Nash wait patiently and anticipate.  This is their time; this is our time, less work and more dog time.

Last Thursday I had the great pleasure of being engaged as a “spotter” for four women friends of mine who had the ambition to swim across Spoonwood Pond (and back). My job was to paddle a kayak, counting heads occasionally and potentially, to be of some assistance in the event of an emergency (which did not transpire). The pace was casual – enough to allow for conversation, which resonated with amazing volume across the pond and echoed off the surrounding hills. While speed was not the goal, the feat of swimming a couple of miles is commendable. Youthful spirit might still prevail, but all of the women have lived long enough to not be driven by either the prime or foolishness of youth, and I admire their determination and perseverance.

For a few summers I’ve driven by local food stands like Belmore Farms in Greenfield wanting to turn in and pick up some fresh vegetables.

Every time that I drive by I think back to when I was a kid visiting a dairy farm that belonged to a friend of our family who lived in southern Quebec. I remember trading a quarter for an empty 25 pound sized potato sack and heading off to fill the bag that was bigger than I was with as many ears of corn that I could drag back to the barn.

Sorry for the sudden absence. Life events have taken me away from the computer temporarily but not permanently.

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Some people that live in my apartment complex are missing their cat. He is an indoor cat named Tweety and is very very sweet mannered. He busted out of their place through their screen and is lost now.