Good Dog

When the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML and I got married, having a dog was not on our (my) plan. Over the course of the next twelve, count 'em, twelve years, she and our children, as they came along, launched a long-term assault on my resistance to getting a dog. Finally yielding to the fusillade, I suspended my anti-dog campaign and in June 2001, a Chinese Lion dog, or Shih Tzu, entered our lives when she was a mere eight weeks old. I convinced myself I would not like her, even though I got to name her - Beijing.

Beijing, as it turned out, was a good dog. A really good dog. She was an ideal dog for our family and a good companion. She moved with us. She adapted well. She, by and large, was not annoying. She was an easy dog to like. She was a good dog.

One thing she wasn't was a good running companion. I made that mistake only once. There is nothing more humiliating than running, or trying to run, with a Shih Tzu on the end of a leash. Nothing.

For almost thirteen years, Beijing had a really good life. I think we'd say she only had a few bad days. Her last day came quickly. She was a couple months shy of celebrating her 13th birthday when age caught up with her. Heart failure launched a very aggressive assault on her and within a matter of hours, with her breathing rapid, it was clear things were going south. We took her to Vet ER last night, sensing we were a part of her final hours. After checking her over, performing multiple tests, and administering oxygen, the Vet laid out our limited options. It was time to let her go.

Ironically, the one who didn't want her in the first place was at her side at the end. The Vet and staff were so kind and treated Beijing with care and dignity. I'm glad I was there and able to stroke her back as she went to sleep a final time. I'm glad I got to tell her she'd been a good dog. And that's what she was - a good dog. And we are going to miss her. A lot.

Beijing was a good dog. A really good dog. I'm glad we had the time that we did with her. I'll say it again. We'll miss her. 

Good bye, friend.

On Martin Luther King Day

The United States honors the late Dr. Martin Luther King today. I will let his powerful words speak for themselves:

"Everybody can be great...because everybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love."

It speaks for itself. Let's make it a call to action.

Booked

One of my double-stacked bookshelves

For as long as I can remember, I've been a reader, a lover of books, a word nerd, if you will. Through our various moves, one of the things I've never been willing to purge is my collection of books. Even with this last move and our intentional down-sizing, I would not yield on letting my books go. Today they sit, hundreds of them, double-stacked on two sad, sagging press-board bookshelves in our basement. I love my collection of books. I love the power of words.

Books took me to places I never knew about and instilled in me a desire to explore the world. Books have introduced me to people who inspire, admire, enrage, and make me think. The words on the pages of the myriad books I've read have helped to shape my worldview, which is mine. It's okay by me if you don't share it. That's one of the beauties of this world.

As mentioned, I have eclectic tastes in books, although I do tend to lean toward historical non-fiction. Here's a peek at what I'm reading now and the last few books I've read:

READING NOW

• To Be A Friend is Fatal - Kirk W. Johnson - Why being an Iraqi translator to the US can be a death wish
• The Girls of Atomic City - Denise Kiernan - The story of American women who worked to build the U.S. nuclear program in WWII

WHAT I'VE JUST READ

• The Men Who United The States - Simon Winchester - The story of how the western part of the U.S. came to be 
• Creating Room to Read - John Wood - Behind the scenes in the growth of Room to Read, an impressive investment, not a charity, in bringing books to the world
• Drama High - Michael Sokolove - How the power of the arts has influenced students in a community left behind by the new world economy
• End of Days - James L. Swanson - the Kennedy Assassination
• Sycamore Row - John Grisham - a return to one of Grisham's more memorable characters. Grisham is one of my few nods to fiction. I don't like to get all Judgy McJudge about mass-market fiction and wave my English Lit degree flag, but I will admit to having a bias against the stuff.
• Command and Control - Eric Schlosser - who knew a bit of Arkansas was nearly obliterated in the early 1980's due to a missle silo accident? 
• To the End of June - Cris Beam - a not so pleasant, but necessary, look in to foster care in America
• On the Noodle Road - Jen Lin-Liu - following the humble and ubiquitous noodle from Beijing to Rome

See, I told you, it's a bit eclectic, or let's call it charming. And I still like to have a book in my hands. I like the feel of it. I like the turning of the page. Sure, I have a Kindle and I'm a fan of the iBook app and that's made reading a whole lot easier while on the plane or train, but I'll always favor the tangible feel of a book.

The stunningly patient SML and I have tried to imbue that love of reading in our children. When we first started our family, one of SML's aunts, J, an educator, helped us establish some reading rituals and gave us some ideas on how to help our children learn to read when they were very young. Our first-born never had a chance though. When she was born, I was completing my senior year of university and in between a wicked final Shakespeare course and a graduation paper on the role of grace in Southern short fiction (two things on that - that was written for a Catholic professor at, wait for it, BYU, and can I get an amen, Flannery O'Connor?), she was read to constantly, even before she was born! We are forever grateful for those lessons and opportunities to read to our children as we see Our Lady Of Awesome implementing those same lessons with the Baby Awesome. Seeing him soothed by a book and reaching to turn the pages of what was being read to him while we were together recently was, in a word, wondrous.

So, my fellow word nerds, let your reader freak flag fly. I know mine does.

Because I'm a giver

Live posting tonight from the Quiet Car on Amtrak's Northeast Regional. As I'm blogging from a darkened rail car and my somewhat conspicuous absence from the Den has been a bit pronounced, I will just say it's been a busy couple of weeks...the year has roared back to life.

Earlier this week, our second born, the lovely CAL, made her way to the eye doctor in the world she knows as Her Own Private Idaho. The visit confirmed our worst suspicions - CAL won the latest round of Genetic Lotto. And by "won," I mean totally spanked. Here's why:

As an adoptee from the swinging '60's, I have scant (none) information on my birth parents, which is fine by me. All I know is that their health was good. Comforting, isn't it? With so little information, answering health history questions is amazingly simple. It's a big time-saver, let me tell you. The lack of history has never been a big deal to me. It's been a bit if an adventure, actually.

When the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML embarked on the adventure that is parenthood, we would occasionally joke about what might turn up in our children, based on the mysterious swamp that  is my genetic history. It made for some good times. One thing we've always known is that I have horrible eyesight and we always wondered who would get that mess of a trait.

Well, we have a winner and it's CAL. She is now sporting some advanced contacts and a set of progressive glasses as a back up. Lucky girl! I was on the other side of 46 years old before progressives made themselves across the bridge of my nose. She has me to thank, because I'm a giver. So CAL, you are welcome, Princess. Welcome to the Progressives Club!

Just don't run down stairs until you are used to those lenses. Learn from my mistakes...