Monday, February 26, 2018
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
It had only been a few months since our Cindy, a wonderful family dog, died, but it seemed longer. I am one of those who believe you honor your pet's memory when you recognize you need that kind of love and friend in your life - and also save another life. I decided it was time.
This time I wanted a dog who would be my dog first and the family dog second. I started looking at pictures and bios of shelter dogs online. My daughter Debi found me sitting in front of a computer screen of dog pictures crying and said , "Let's go."
Debi, Benjamin, and I visited every shelter in the area. I was drawn to a number of dogs, but for one reason or another felt they were not for me/us. There was a lovely female pitbull I nearly chose which is funny because while I think pits are wonderful dogs, it is not a look I especially like. But there was the concern about the grandkids and not knowing this poor girl's history. I am not am experienced enough handler to be confident with a dog that might need expert handling. Besides, I had had to carry Cindy a few times near the end of her life and I realized that in 10 plus years I could have difficulty unless I had a smaller dog. Of course, you know how well that went! But I left the pittie and all the others. Each dog I did not choose tore at my heart as if I were personally responsible for killing them.
We reached the last kennel at the last shelter - the kennel for sick dogs. I couldn't face it. I stood outside sobbing. Poor Benjamin tried to comfort me while Debi went in. She insisted I come in and see one particular dog. It was one of the pups I had bookmarked on the computer! She was the one. A sweet Black Lab.
Benjamin and I had been reading Black Beauty. He suggested we name the dog Black Beauty. I countered with idea that we name her aft the author Anna Sewell.
I don't remember if we met her in the yard that day or when we came back. We decided to ask Ruth to meet her because we wanted her to be comfortable about the dog and her young children. Ruth told us that she would trust our judgement.
I adopted Anna on my birthday.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Not much enthusiasm or gratitude for how management is running things.
Someone, however, (special assistant to the Section Manager, I think) has attempted to organize a section wide Boss Appreciation Breakfast Potluck. I looked at the sign-up sheet. Little over a dozen sign-ups (20 tops, but I don't think so, out of somewhere around 50-60 employees) (Some of that is the natural indecision about what to bring perhaps, but ...) The only one from our unit who has signed up works apart in both space and duties from rest of us. You should see the faces when Boss Appreciation Day is mentioned. or maybe you would rather not
What to do?
Besides not feeling especially appreciative of my boss(es), part of the problem is that we are only allowed to work on our regular work on Mondays and Wednesdays. So we have 2 days to try to do 5 full day jobs with which I had trouble keeping up full time. I do not want to give up any of my "real" job time. People are counting on us and we are causing hardships because we cannot keep up. If it was one of the 3 project days (plus some Saturdays) I would not mind so much.
Members of our team have heard the supervisor say we do not have too much work, we are lazy and too laid-back. (to the faces of two and overheard by another)
Either management does not understand the work load or it does not care. Or both. My supervisor says neither, of course.
The bosses say "make time." Would that I had THAT skill!
I do not feel appreciative. I do not want to spend the time.
What would Jesus do? I don't know.
What would you do?
I am a child of God.
I have inherited divine characteristics which I am to learn to recognize and develop.
I have to potential to become more like God.
He wants me to come home to Heaven.
God and Jesus Christ love me so much that Christ suffered unimaginable pain to redeem me from death and sin.