Another surgical option for the repair of retinal detachments is a vitrectomy. During this procedure, the vitreous is carefully removed from the eye and then air or gas is injected into the cavity to push the retina back into its proper position. The gases are gradually replaced by natural fluids produced inside the eye.
I'm feelng better today. thanks to all who care.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Over There tonight on FX
Will you watch or are you watching it? Is it too real for you? Is it going to honor the soldiers serving there? I'm betting the general answer is going to be YES. The show will entertain us with something that is more real than we see on the news because it's going to be shown as a "television show" and therefor fiction.
I keep asking myself if my mate was over there and I watched "Over There" would I be struck dumb with fear? And what if tender little kids already worried about parents in Iraq happen to see it and hear it? Or hear others talking about it? Read the above article for good information.
So then go here http://www.grolier.com/wwii/movies/movies.html
to find out about WW II movies.
Then go here and read a story by a man who drove a tank during the war. His name is Will Gray and he writes great stories about that time. Here is a story he wrote about nearly dying http://www.bewrite.net/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=2373
There are a few mild swearwords so it's not for young children but it is a good account.
Thanks to http://geekphilosopher.com/MainPage/bkgIraqiWar.htm
for the photo.
Remember no matter how you feel about the war, those are OUR soldiers OVER THERE and they deserve our love and our respect and understanding.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Hornets are my enemy and I don't want them near me.
Hornet ControlThey hum in a most unpleasant way. They crawl on me and in my food. They bite my dog and they bite me. The various proteins in their blood can make a person (or dog) sick. They do eat bugs. Fine, with me as long as they stick to bugs.
But today they met their match. I am tired of hornets up my pant legs, in my soda can and on my plate. And I am mad that they would bite my Zippy dog.
Oh, you should have seen us. He went up the ladder while I held the huge light. We were Hazard Control Warriors. You would have known that from our fashionable garb. Dressed in rainslickers with hoods, goggles and gloves we attacked the nest in the pitch of the roof.
We waited until dark. He used a spray from ten feet away. We use a spray that was only for hornets and wouldn't hurt other insects like honeybees and dragonflies. He sprayed the huge nest until it dripped. In the house poor Zippy howled, concerned I would be stung to death.
Not me. I'm tough.
We came back into the garage and took off our hazard warrior costume. I'm sorry I didn't get a picture for you. You'll just have to imagine it.
I sat down and held Zippy, explaining as best I could with a mouth full of ice cream that we'd done a good job. Of course, he had a tasty bit of vanilla ice cream in his own bowl.
So how was YOUR day? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz is not a comforting sound to me tonight. See ya' later.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Friday, Friday, Friday The weekend starts
Weekend almost. Almost. I love weekends. It's like the world takes a rest. Of course it doesn't but it FEELS like it. Most fun happens on the weekend. Ya know what I mean?
I want to go to the beach or the mountains or a park or a walk in town or garage sale or to hear a band or to eat ice cream. (I know that is a way long run-on sentence.) (I KNOW IT.) The things we eat during the week -- good for you stuff like fruit and veggies and salad -- kind of make way for burgers and pizza.
I like being outside. Do you ever think how LUCKY we are to have this big blue world with all its seas and trees and animals? I am. In fact I am sentimental about it. Don't tell anybody about this. I want everybody to think I'm hard-nosed and KEWL.
I'm not though. We should take better care of our world, don't you think? Little stuff like not throw cans out the car window? Recycle. Save. Reuse. Our blue world is really a big island. There is only so many resources. Let's take care of it. Let's promise ourselves to do better with our world home island.
See ya later, RD
I want to go to the beach or the mountains or a park or a walk in town or garage sale or to hear a band or to eat ice cream. (I know that is a way long run-on sentence.) (I KNOW IT.) The things we eat during the week -- good for you stuff like fruit and veggies and salad -- kind of make way for burgers and pizza.
I like being outside. Do you ever think how LUCKY we are to have this big blue world with all its seas and trees and animals? I am. In fact I am sentimental about it. Don't tell anybody about this. I want everybody to think I'm hard-nosed and KEWL.
I'm not though. We should take better care of our world, don't you think? Little stuff like not throw cans out the car window? Recycle. Save. Reuse. Our blue world is really a big island. There is only so many resources. Let's take care of it. Let's promise ourselves to do better with our world home island.
See ya later, RD
Thursday, July 21, 2005
I send my thoughts and caring to friends & family in the UK
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I'm very sad that again there is pain and fear being used against the UK, friends and family there. I know how brave and strong you all are. My best love and hugs to each of you. I remember how I felt after 9/11 so remember we stand together in this.
Something happy to read:
When I first joined the K-9 unit of the Bomb Squad, Annie was not happy with the idea of a dog in the house. She had never had a dog and didn't want one. I knew she would love the dog once it was ours.
Annie and I were expecting our second child. We were so miserable when the first baby didn’t survive to full term. We waited a long time to try again. Then it just happened. The doctor warned Annie to be extra careful so she was understandably anxious. I tried to do everything to make her happy. Except NOT to get my K9 partner. I stayed firm on that.
They finally selected my dog. I went to the squad room immediately. The first time I saw my dog, I inwardly moaned. She looked dumb sitting in the squad room with an empty look on her face.
"Hey, Mike, there she is," Bill Jennet said. He had been training bomb-sniffing dogs for 15 years; I trusted his judgment. The department used him exclusively. "She's a smart one but you'd never know it to look at her. Sort of looks slow on the uptake."
"Has she got a name?"
"Daisy, because she looks like she’s just picking flowers," Bill said. He
gave his big belly laugh that shook him all over exactly like one of his dogs shaking off water.
I laughed too. When I knelt down and took Daisy’s head between my hands, our eyes met. She didn't look away, just gave me steady gaze. I put her through her paces, pleased with her training. Soon we could transfer to the airport near where I lived.
I called Annie to tell her about bringing Daisy home. She sounded tired and impatient.
“I’m bringing my new K-9 home with me. Her name is Daisy.”
“I hope she’s not a bother.” Annie said, doubt in her voice.
"How about dinner at the Italian restaurant?” I asked her.
"Oh, Mike, just bring something home, I'm too tired. Anything," Annie said, with a sigh.
"You don't want to go to your Book Club tonight? Not even for an hour? You always say you like it."
Poor Annie. She was bored with sitting around yet her doctor wanted her to rest.
"Mike, I'm tired," she told me again and hung up. Like lots of husbands when faced with domestic decisions like what's for dinner, I bought a pizza and some vanilla ice cream for Annie. Daisy slept in the back seat as we drove home. Not a curious bone in her body, I thought to myself when she didn’t even try to smell the box.
She willingly followed me into the house. Annie was lying on the couch in her robe and didn't look like she felt good. She sat up when she saw Daisy.
"She's not very bright, is she?"
"She just looks that way. Don't hurt her feelings.” I laughed. “Her name is Daisy."
I walked over and sat down by Annie. Daisy came and sat down at my knee. Annie patted her on the head. Daisy paid no attention.
"Okay, Mike, fine. As long as she doesn't get you blown up or hurt the baby she can stay in the garage."
"Not in the garage, Annie. I want her in the house. If we're going to bond as partners we have to spend time together," I said slowly.
Annie started to cry.
"What about bonding with your wife? I'm just so big you don't feel like bonding with me," she wailed. I put my arm around her. We had gone to some parenting classes at our church and I knew how first time and even with later babies, mothers sometimes just felt like it was too much for them.
"I love you, Annie. I'll always love you. I’m thankful every day for you. Now we’ll have our baby. It’s a like getting double scoop of ice cream.” I kissed her pudgy, tear-streaked face and rubbed the back of her neck. Daisy moved forward and gently licked the other cheek.
Annie laughed, naturally scratching the dog's ears. I grinned as Daisy's big fluffy tail waved slowly.
We had dinner there on the couch, with Daisy getting all the meat off Annie's unwanted pizza slices. I warned her not to spoil my new K-9 but who could resist either one of them? They enjoyed ice cream together.
When we had gone to bed with Daisy asleep on the rug at the foot of the bed and Annie in my arms, I felt completeness in the circle of life.
Loud barking jolted him awake. Annie wasn't beside me! Daisy had her paws on the bed urgently barking at me. I stumbled into the kitchen.
Annie sat on the floor, doubled up with pain -- the vanilla ice cream carton dripped on the floor -- and I could see she was hemorrhaging.
"Why didn't you call me?” I told her reaching for the telephone on the wall.
"I did call you -- just now. I couldn‘t seem to breath." Annie looked up at me as Daisy sat near her.
As I watched Annie's fingers stroke the gold coat of the big dog, I dialed the number of the doctor and the ambulance. I wished I could take her to the hospital myself but the paramedics knew their stuff and could do better for her.
Some blood was seeping through the blanket. It bothered me; I’m naturally calm and have faith that things will work out. Nevertheless, when I saw so much blood I was scared.
I held Annie's hand. As Daisy and I followed the ambulance, I prayed. I called Annie's parents and her sister as soon as I had signed the paper work for admission. The ER nurse had taken Annie right in. My knees shook.
I started to do what I always do in a crisis. In my mind, I listed the possibilities and outcomes. I tried to stay calm but this was frightening me. My wife and baby had to survive!
When Annie's parents arrived, we hugged each other and huddled together in a corner of the waiting room. As hours lugged their weight on us, I realized that Daisy had probably saved Annie by waking me. I might never have heard Annie.
“I'm going out to give Daisy some water. I'll be right back." I told John. My father-in-law's face looked drawn. I patted his shoulder.
He said, "She‘s a strong woman and has a good doctor. Try not to worry."
I nodded.
When I got out to Daisy, she sat up. I took her for a quick walk and gave her a bowl of water. She had that “picking flowers” look. I laughed, cheered by the attitude of the dog. Maybe she knew what she was doing.
I returned to the waiting room feeling more positive and less stressed out. Soon the doctor came in the door, standing just inside.
"Mike?" He came toward me. I braced myself because of serious face.
"Annie is all right. She has had a tough time of it. Your son is three months premature and he's going to be in the neonatal unit for quite awhile. He only weighed three pounds one ounce. He has under developed lungs but we have every hope for him." The doctor paused to let it sink in.
My mother-in-law burst into tears. I could feel tears in my own eyes. John said, "What a kind of chance do you think the little guy has?"
"Pretty good, I'd say. Annie got here quickly and we have the best team of pediatricians looking out for the baby. Mike, Annie wants to see you. Just don't stay long. She's very tired," Dr. Grant said.
"I promise," I said. "Maybe Louise and John can see her? Can we see the baby?"
"Not just yet, maybe in a few hours." Dr. Grant started away. Then he turned. "Annie said your dog saved her and the baby. Sounds like your dog is the hero."
“She is,” I agreed.
I saw Annie for a few minutes; she was groggy and sleepy.
"I want to tell you two things, Mike," she whispered, grasping my hand. "I want to name him Gabriel and I want you to thank Daisy for saving us in time. Daisy was meant for us, Mike."
"I love you so much, Annie," I said as her eyes closed.
“Me, too,” she whispered.
Today Gabriel is a healthy three-year-old. He climbs on Daisy and feeds her doggy snacks. She loves him, too. Daisy is just as competent at her bomb-sniffing job at the airport as she is at her early warning delivery job. We’re having a new brother or sister for Gabriel just after the first of the year. I’m certain Daisy will be the first to know when the baby’s on its way.
??????
Something happy to read:
K-9 Delivery
By
RD Larson
By
RD Larson
When I first joined the K-9 unit of the Bomb Squad, Annie was not happy with the idea of a dog in the house. She had never had a dog and didn't want one. I knew she would love the dog once it was ours.
Annie and I were expecting our second child. We were so miserable when the first baby didn’t survive to full term. We waited a long time to try again. Then it just happened. The doctor warned Annie to be extra careful so she was understandably anxious. I tried to do everything to make her happy. Except NOT to get my K9 partner. I stayed firm on that.
They finally selected my dog. I went to the squad room immediately. The first time I saw my dog, I inwardly moaned. She looked dumb sitting in the squad room with an empty look on her face.
"Hey, Mike, there she is," Bill Jennet said. He had been training bomb-sniffing dogs for 15 years; I trusted his judgment. The department used him exclusively. "She's a smart one but you'd never know it to look at her. Sort of looks slow on the uptake."
"Has she got a name?"
"Daisy, because she looks like she’s just picking flowers," Bill said. He
gave his big belly laugh that shook him all over exactly like one of his dogs shaking off water.
I laughed too. When I knelt down and took Daisy’s head between my hands, our eyes met. She didn't look away, just gave me steady gaze. I put her through her paces, pleased with her training. Soon we could transfer to the airport near where I lived.
I called Annie to tell her about bringing Daisy home. She sounded tired and impatient.
“I’m bringing my new K-9 home with me. Her name is Daisy.”
“I hope she’s not a bother.” Annie said, doubt in her voice.
"How about dinner at the Italian restaurant?” I asked her.
"Oh, Mike, just bring something home, I'm too tired. Anything," Annie said, with a sigh.
"You don't want to go to your Book Club tonight? Not even for an hour? You always say you like it."
Poor Annie. She was bored with sitting around yet her doctor wanted her to rest.
"Mike, I'm tired," she told me again and hung up. Like lots of husbands when faced with domestic decisions like what's for dinner, I bought a pizza and some vanilla ice cream for Annie. Daisy slept in the back seat as we drove home. Not a curious bone in her body, I thought to myself when she didn’t even try to smell the box.
She willingly followed me into the house. Annie was lying on the couch in her robe and didn't look like she felt good. She sat up when she saw Daisy.
"She's not very bright, is she?"
"She just looks that way. Don't hurt her feelings.” I laughed. “Her name is Daisy."
I walked over and sat down by Annie. Daisy came and sat down at my knee. Annie patted her on the head. Daisy paid no attention.
"Okay, Mike, fine. As long as she doesn't get you blown up or hurt the baby she can stay in the garage."
"Not in the garage, Annie. I want her in the house. If we're going to bond as partners we have to spend time together," I said slowly.
Annie started to cry.
"What about bonding with your wife? I'm just so big you don't feel like bonding with me," she wailed. I put my arm around her. We had gone to some parenting classes at our church and I knew how first time and even with later babies, mothers sometimes just felt like it was too much for them.
"I love you, Annie. I'll always love you. I’m thankful every day for you. Now we’ll have our baby. It’s a like getting double scoop of ice cream.” I kissed her pudgy, tear-streaked face and rubbed the back of her neck. Daisy moved forward and gently licked the other cheek.
Annie laughed, naturally scratching the dog's ears. I grinned as Daisy's big fluffy tail waved slowly.
We had dinner there on the couch, with Daisy getting all the meat off Annie's unwanted pizza slices. I warned her not to spoil my new K-9 but who could resist either one of them? They enjoyed ice cream together.
When we had gone to bed with Daisy asleep on the rug at the foot of the bed and Annie in my arms, I felt completeness in the circle of life.
Loud barking jolted him awake. Annie wasn't beside me! Daisy had her paws on the bed urgently barking at me. I stumbled into the kitchen.
Annie sat on the floor, doubled up with pain -- the vanilla ice cream carton dripped on the floor -- and I could see she was hemorrhaging.
"Why didn't you call me?” I told her reaching for the telephone on the wall.
"I did call you -- just now. I couldn‘t seem to breath." Annie looked up at me as Daisy sat near her.
As I watched Annie's fingers stroke the gold coat of the big dog, I dialed the number of the doctor and the ambulance. I wished I could take her to the hospital myself but the paramedics knew their stuff and could do better for her.
Some blood was seeping through the blanket. It bothered me; I’m naturally calm and have faith that things will work out. Nevertheless, when I saw so much blood I was scared.
I held Annie's hand. As Daisy and I followed the ambulance, I prayed. I called Annie's parents and her sister as soon as I had signed the paper work for admission. The ER nurse had taken Annie right in. My knees shook.
I started to do what I always do in a crisis. In my mind, I listed the possibilities and outcomes. I tried to stay calm but this was frightening me. My wife and baby had to survive!
When Annie's parents arrived, we hugged each other and huddled together in a corner of the waiting room. As hours lugged their weight on us, I realized that Daisy had probably saved Annie by waking me. I might never have heard Annie.
“I'm going out to give Daisy some water. I'll be right back." I told John. My father-in-law's face looked drawn. I patted his shoulder.
He said, "She‘s a strong woman and has a good doctor. Try not to worry."
I nodded.
When I got out to Daisy, she sat up. I took her for a quick walk and gave her a bowl of water. She had that “picking flowers” look. I laughed, cheered by the attitude of the dog. Maybe she knew what she was doing.
I returned to the waiting room feeling more positive and less stressed out. Soon the doctor came in the door, standing just inside.
"Mike?" He came toward me. I braced myself because of serious face.
"Annie is all right. She has had a tough time of it. Your son is three months premature and he's going to be in the neonatal unit for quite awhile. He only weighed three pounds one ounce. He has under developed lungs but we have every hope for him." The doctor paused to let it sink in.
My mother-in-law burst into tears. I could feel tears in my own eyes. John said, "What a kind of chance do you think the little guy has?"
"Pretty good, I'd say. Annie got here quickly and we have the best team of pediatricians looking out for the baby. Mike, Annie wants to see you. Just don't stay long. She's very tired," Dr. Grant said.
"I promise," I said. "Maybe Louise and John can see her? Can we see the baby?"
"Not just yet, maybe in a few hours." Dr. Grant started away. Then he turned. "Annie said your dog saved her and the baby. Sounds like your dog is the hero."
“She is,” I agreed.
I saw Annie for a few minutes; she was groggy and sleepy.
"I want to tell you two things, Mike," she whispered, grasping my hand. "I want to name him Gabriel and I want you to thank Daisy for saving us in time. Daisy was meant for us, Mike."
"I love you so much, Annie," I said as her eyes closed.
“Me, too,” she whispered.
Today Gabriel is a healthy three-year-old. He climbs on Daisy and feeds her doggy snacks. She loves him, too. Daisy is just as competent at her bomb-sniffing job at the airport as she is at her early warning delivery job. We’re having a new brother or sister for Gabriel just after the first of the year. I’m certain Daisy will be the first to know when the baby’s on its way.
The End
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
when kids go off to college or leave home
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FLASH FICTION
Just Gone
By
RD Larson
© 2005 RD Larson
Word count: 200
He’s a grown man now, with children of his own. I’m moving so I’m looking through his old boxes. He says he doesn’t want any of it.
I'm moving to a smaller place, a place with less work. Those stairs, all those stairs, are just getting to be too much. Anyway, he is gone. He was a sweet baby and a wonderful child. He was so smart and with such a sense of humor.
He had a dark side too. When he was six, there was a school bus accident. He wasn't in the accident but he knew some of the kids that died. He talked about it for a long time.
He lives in another state with his wife and kids. They are pretty much out of my life. I rummage around in an old plastic kid's toolbox. I pull out some GI Joe toys, a few foreign coins, and a remnant of a baby blanket. I smell it. It smells just like him. His baby smell lingers, breaking my heart because I want him to be my baby again.
Word count: 200
He’s a grown man now, with children of his own. I’m moving so I’m looking through his old boxes. He says he doesn’t want any of it.
I'm moving to a smaller place, a place with less work. Those stairs, all those stairs, are just getting to be too much. Anyway, he is gone. He was a sweet baby and a wonderful child. He was so smart and with such a sense of humor.
He had a dark side too. When he was six, there was a school bus accident. He wasn't in the accident but he knew some of the kids that died. He talked about it for a long time.
He lives in another state with his wife and kids. They are pretty much out of my life. I rummage around in an old plastic kid's toolbox. I pull out some GI Joe toys, a few foreign coins, and a remnant of a baby blanket. I smell it. It smells just like him. His baby smell lingers, breaking my heart because I want him to be my baby again.
Monday, July 18, 2005
RD Larson WRITER
Zippy and Half-Blood Princess
By
RD Larson
Did I mention that Zippy is a true American? He’s from all kinds of places. Who knows anymore from where his ancestors emigrated? Mostly, we’ve heard that he’s got roots in Germany and Mexico. That makes him Chowwa-Weiner.
Zippy, asleep in the back seat of my car with the windows open , was enjoying a nice little breeze off the water. I couldn’t see him until I opened the door. Blinded by the shocking sunlight, I blinked. Fast as he is, he leapt to the seat I was trying to sit. Gawking around me he noticed a man walking his dog up the street right by the car.
He went crazy. Bananas! Bonzo! Wild! Zippy met another woman this weekend. A Chowwa-Pug in town from the BIG City was strolling our little street.
“No, Princess. No.” The man dropped his elastic lead in panic as the darling little miss ran for the open door. Like an eel and not a husky pug, she jumped into the seat - - MY SEAT -- Zippy, of course, exchanged numbers, aliases and previous entanglements with her in a few blistering doggie seconds. Her man companion felt I wanted her to come with me and although we both tried to get her out of the car, it was in vain.
Since it was a warm day, we took our doggies for a walk to the ICE CREAM spot where they shared a vanilla cone and we two humans had our own cones. I had a mocha almond fudge and he had a strawberry. As we sat on a nearby bench we talked about our beloved pets. The dogs smelled and nuzzled. I have to admit I was a bit taken back when he gave Princess loving doggie kisses.
Feeling green, I swallowed the end of my cone. IMMEDIATELY, two little buggy eyes turned to look at me, as if to say, “Mom, YOU ate my cone tip? That’s the best part!”
I felt so bad that I took him up on my lap. The man took Princess and went home to his life in the city. Of course, I had to have another cone so Zippy could have the tip. A generous tip of a vanilla cone. Not my favorite.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
The Laws of Power
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I just read this and am still saying "oh oh" to myself. I don't think I agree with all 48 laws but I will agree it sounds pretty self-centered. Maybe I'm wrong. I will look at it some more.
Think I'll play a game with my dog. I play while he watch. I want him to learn about cars. He chase a van up the driveway a couple of days ago. Think this will help? ALIEN DASH
I have to hurry. After all it is Saturday night. . . . .
Think I'll play a game with my dog. I play while he watch. I want him to learn about cars. He chase a van up the driveway a couple of days ago. Think this will help? ALIEN DASH
I have to hurry. After all it is Saturday night. . . . .
Friday, July 15, 2005
Write a NOVEL in November
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If you read this regularly you know I write every day. I didn't post here yesterday because I was working on my story for the County Fair. It's call "Two Sister's Market." Did you like yesterday's flash? I am going to post an old story on my website www.RDLarson.com
It's about LUV and a CAT and, oh well, you read it. FREE.
I see that Tushi's Toid Blossom is still under investigation. And now we're hearing that the MuscleMan is getting rich in CA with ADs? And Wary Carry (sez Leno, who doesn't know) had a face lift? The last thing is NOT news but that is okay -- it's still funny. I mean why didn't he do that, if he did that, before he ran for office? I hate it when a man doesn't listen to his wife.
Poor dog. A wettish sort of day so he's snuggled under an old stadium blanket and saying, "I don't think I'm getting up until the sun does." My beloved invented the Dog-brella -- under which Max the Yorkie could take walks and not get wet. Too bad we didn't patent that IDEA.
See ya soon. Keep reading my stuff please. Google me and read some of it. Who knows? You might like it.
RD
It's about LUV and a CAT and, oh well, you read it. FREE.
I see that Tushi's Toid Blossom is still under investigation. And now we're hearing that the MuscleMan is getting rich in CA with ADs? And Wary Carry (sez Leno, who doesn't know) had a face lift? The last thing is NOT news but that is okay -- it's still funny. I mean why didn't he do that, if he did that, before he ran for office? I hate it when a man doesn't listen to his wife.
Poor dog. A wettish sort of day so he's snuggled under an old stadium blanket and saying, "I don't think I'm getting up until the sun does." My beloved invented the Dog-brella -- under which Max the Yorkie could take walks and not get wet. Too bad we didn't patent that IDEA.
See ya soon. Keep reading my stuff please. Google me and read some of it. Who knows? You might like it.
RD
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
.RDLarson Writer
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FLASH:
The silence of the forest surrounded them. They had been walking for hours, Timmy thought. He pulled his sister to her feet.
“We got to get home. Mom’ll be worried. She thinks there are bears out here.”
“Oh, poop-poop,” said Jenny just five years old. She didn’t think her seven-year-old brother knew much. He was just a boy. “I know where our house is. It’s just over there.”
“I think we’ve been there. I’m getting hungry. I want dinner.” Timmy frowned, his eyes looking solemnly ahead. "I've been looking for the path back to the house all afternoon."
“Don’t talk about it. I’m hungry for ice cream. I’ll cry if you say it again.”
“No, don't cry. You will drive me nuts then.” Timmy looked at her fiercely. Then he rubbed his thatch of brown hair.
Jenny thought he sound just like Mom. Her mouth puckered. Mom! She couldn’t help it and cried anyway.
They sat down on a log. Timmy patted her, trying to comfort her. But he knew they were lost. He worried that they'd never get home again, like kids who just disappeared. Like on the news.
Night was falling. Deep purple lay under the trees hiding all sorts of scary things. Timmy felt hot tears fill his eyes. Something rustled in the brush and he froze while his little sister stared at the trees.
“Hey, Timmy, Jenny!” Suddenly their dad’s voice thinly reached them through their tears. Soon they saw his big flashlight through the woods.
Jenny said, “Don’t tell I cried.”
Deep Purple
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RD Larson
by
RD Larson
The silence of the forest surrounded them. They had been walking for hours, Timmy thought. He pulled his sister to her feet.
“We got to get home. Mom’ll be worried. She thinks there are bears out here.”
“Oh, poop-poop,” said Jenny just five years old. She didn’t think her seven-year-old brother knew much. He was just a boy. “I know where our house is. It’s just over there.”
“I think we’ve been there. I’m getting hungry. I want dinner.” Timmy frowned, his eyes looking solemnly ahead. "I've been looking for the path back to the house all afternoon."
“Don’t talk about it. I’m hungry for ice cream. I’ll cry if you say it again.”
“No, don't cry. You will drive me nuts then.” Timmy looked at her fiercely. Then he rubbed his thatch of brown hair.
Jenny thought he sound just like Mom. Her mouth puckered. Mom! She couldn’t help it and cried anyway.
They sat down on a log. Timmy patted her, trying to comfort her. But he knew they were lost. He worried that they'd never get home again, like kids who just disappeared. Like on the news.
Night was falling. Deep purple lay under the trees hiding all sorts of scary things. Timmy felt hot tears fill his eyes. Something rustled in the brush and he froze while his little sister stared at the trees.
“Hey, Timmy, Jenny!” Suddenly their dad’s voice thinly reached them through their tears. Soon they saw his big flashlight through the woods.
Jenny said, “Don’t tell I cried.”
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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Flash: Box arrives. Beautiful dress. Looking at address. Not me. Neighbor's. Oh dang.
Slash: Wary Carry finally after all these months SPOKE out today regarding Toid Blossom's "telling" but Tushi Bushi -- him don't care -- he's right by God, so he says about everything.
Doggy Splash: Do you dress your dog up? Just sweaters or scarfs? Or do you do the whole route?
Maybe Jay Leno doesn't like dog in clothes but lots of dogs don't like people in clothes. For fine doggy duds go here DOGGY DUDS
Slash: Wary Carry finally after all these months SPOKE out today regarding Toid Blossom's "telling" but Tushi Bushi -- him don't care -- he's right by God, so he says about everything.
Doggy Splash: Do you dress your dog up? Just sweaters or scarfs? Or do you do the whole route?
Maybe Jay Leno doesn't like dog in clothes but lots of dogs don't like people in clothes. For fine doggy duds go here DOGGY DUDS
Monday, July 11, 2005
Mama Tried to Raise a Lady
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Well, ol' Tushi Bushi is not happy 2nite. His fav Toid Blossom is stinky as hot manure and possibly illegal. It is illegal to reveal the name of an undercover CIA agent.
So did he grunt and point? READ Matt Cooper's Article to get the full impact of what-the-heck is a-going on http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8525978/site/newsweek/
Now der wonderBrabara is going to Africa. Boy, for a shy person, she is getting out a lot. Who IS kicking her into such effort? Tut-tut. I should think she'd go to the Berka-shires on vacatin.
So did you ever stir green pepper slices, onions, chopped garlic, boiled and chunked red potatoes, eggs and cheese all together? Yummy and not unhealthy if you don't have high cholestorol. IF you do leave out the eggs and cheese.
My dog got mail today. The vet signed him up for an animal health magazine. Doesn't that just knock you out. He's learning to drive. Sort of. (not really). LOL
C U L8R,
RD
So did he grunt and point? READ Matt Cooper's Article to get the full impact of what-the-heck is a-going on http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8525978/site/newsweek/
Now der wonderBrabara is going to Africa. Boy, for a shy person, she is getting out a lot. Who IS kicking her into such effort? Tut-tut. I should think she'd go to the Berka-shires on vacatin.
So did you ever stir green pepper slices, onions, chopped garlic, boiled and chunked red potatoes, eggs and cheese all together? Yummy and not unhealthy if you don't have high cholestorol. IF you do leave out the eggs and cheese.
My dog got mail today. The vet signed him up for an animal health magazine. Doesn't that just knock you out. He's learning to drive. Sort of. (not really). LOL
C U L8R,
RD
Saturday, July 9, 2005
WRITER with flash BLOG
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Let's get people married, okay?
I think Martha Stewart should marry Harrison Ford, no matter what he's done.
I think the Bush Twins should marry Mary Kay and Ashley, think of the press for years
I think Katy Couric should marry Brad Pitt, it would give her a serious project
I think Angelina Jolie should marry Tom Cruise, and they should move to another country to do good.
I think Richard Simmons should marry the guys from Queer Eye. They could use a daddy.
I think YOU AND I recognize these names because:
My dog is so funny. I put my hair up today and he didn't like it. He rubbed heads with me until it came loose. okay well, maybe I'm guessing . . .
It's a BRAIN THING -- Go here and read about it http://www.physorg.com/news4703.html
I think Martha Stewart should marry Harrison Ford, no matter what he's done.
I think the Bush Twins should marry Mary Kay and Ashley, think of the press for years
I think Katy Couric should marry Brad Pitt, it would give her a serious project
I think Angelina Jolie should marry Tom Cruise, and they should move to another country to do good.
I think Richard Simmons should marry the guys from Queer Eye. They could use a daddy.
I think YOU AND I recognize these names because:
IT's a BRAIN THING!
Go here and read about it: http://www.physorg.com/news4703.htmlMy dog is so funny. I put my hair up today and he didn't like it. He rubbed heads with me until it came loose. okay well, maybe I'm guessing . . .
It's a BRAIN THING -- Go here and read about it http://www.physorg.com/news4703.html
Thursday, July 7, 2005
RD Larson writer at large
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My sincere sorrow and sympathy for the people of the United Kingdom.
Thanks for coming back: more than 20 hits today
great Writing
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There's lots of good zines on the web. What do you like? Sci Fi? Fan Fiction?
So read something this summer. Don't let your brain go soft.
Going places WITH YOUR DOG? go here: http://www.dogfriendly.com/
In Sidney BC there is The Waddling Dog Inn. Need I say more?
So read something this summer. Don't let your brain go soft.
Going places WITH YOUR DOG? go here: http://www.dogfriendly.com/
In Sidney BC there is The Waddling Dog Inn. Need I say more?
Tuesday, July 5, 2005
G-8
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So what do you know about the G-8 Summit? Anything? Nothing? Something?
Look it up and learn.
G-8 page
And if you want to know more about the protest, go here: click
I had a bad time with my dog over the 4th of July. In fact he had to take a tranquilizer the vet prescribed. I felt sorry for him, but it is recommended that you not act to sympathetic with the dog as it makes them feel even worse. So I danced around him and whooped it up. Now, he just thinks I'm nuts as well as capable of loud noises.
I enjoy my simple life because I'm so complicated. Just found out a new story will be at www.bewilderingstories.com next month.
Oh yeah, I'm also going to walk to raise $ to cure cancer later this month. I salute my friends who have had it and survived. I miss the ones who didn't. My friend Shirley died of pancreatic cancer when she was very young. I had known her since grade school.
So look at your family, friends, dog or cat and feel calm. Okay, just for me.
C U L8R,
RD
Look it up and learn.
G-8 page
And if you want to know more about the protest, go here: click
I had a bad time with my dog over the 4th of July. In fact he had to take a tranquilizer the vet prescribed. I felt sorry for him, but it is recommended that you not act to sympathetic with the dog as it makes them feel even worse. So I danced around him and whooped it up. Now, he just thinks I'm nuts as well as capable of loud noises.
I enjoy my simple life because I'm so complicated. Just found out a new story will be at www.bewilderingstories.com next month.
Oh yeah, I'm also going to walk to raise $ to cure cancer later this month. I salute my friends who have had it and survived. I miss the ones who didn't. My friend Shirley died of pancreatic cancer when she was very young. I had known her since grade school.
So look at your family, friends, dog or cat and feel calm. Okay, just for me.
C U L8R,
RD
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