Archive for August 21st, 2009

Now I Know I’ve Got a Heart, ‘Cuz It’s Breaking

Friday, August 21st, 2009

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Mr. Boo Radley, pet of my “twin” and best friend Amy will have to be put to sleep soon. My heart is aching for her. Beloved pets wrote the book on unconditional love.  At times they love us more than we love ourselves.  And their love is innocent and pure, uncomplicated by all the questions and conditions we attach to our feelings.

The best memory I will always have of Boo is that he was spoiled, cried over, nursed, hugged, respected, talked to, and loved by a remarkable woman.  Few living things on earth have ever been so fortunate.

I know my friends will direct positive thoughts and energy to a wonderful dog and his loving owner.  And maybe we can all hug our own pets a little closer tonight thinking of Boo.

The title quote is from the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz

Remote Out of Control

Friday, August 21st, 2009

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Do you watch a lot of TV? I’ll bet you’re like me and many people. You don’t exactly sit down and watch it – it’s just on in the background as you live the rest of your life. Someone called TV the “electronic fireplace.” My parents didn’t care what you called it – they just knew the OFF switch was ‘on’ during mealtimes and most other times too. Had any of us kids even asked to turn the TV on during dinner, I’m sure Mom and Dad would have looked at us like we had grown another head.

Yet over the years, the constantly-on TV has seeped into my life. Usually it’s on a news show or a talk/news show like ‘Today’ – but the sound is down and I only pay attention when it shows something in which I’m interested – which is almost never.

The remote, of course, is the machine that makes possible all of this volume and channel changing. A few days ago, my remote started working intermittently which is maddening. I reprogrammed it two or three times and it still misbehaved. I even put in shiny new batteries. Nada. So last night I gave it one more chance. I shined up the battery contacts, reprogrammed the four digit code, put on a happy face, and pushed the power button. Nothing. So I calmly threw it as hard as I could through the open terrace door where it met the concrete wall and smashed into countless pieces.

Tuesday and Wednesday, my cats, were quite impressed. After looking back at me to make sure I wasn’t going to fix anything else, they trotted out to the terrace to sniff the small remnants of destruction.

And I didn’t buy a new remote today either. I’m thinking that any action I perform in life should be worth the effort it takes to get out of my chair, walk three steps, bend over, and push a button. If it’s not worth that effort, I can probably live without it.

The TV hasn’t been on all day.

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