tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51313521249239486092011-09-01T08:43:21.053-04:00A reflectionZelda P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168413097654292410noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131352124923948609.post-33992208793919424342010-06-13T17:54:00.011-04:002010-06-13T18:51:58.715-04:00

So, right on schedule, two weeks after my last post (and on a weekend, so we got to witness the event) the deux oeufs hatched and two fuzzy mourning dovelets emerged:Describing them as anything resembling a bird is a bit of a stretch, isn't it? At this point, they look more like something you'd find in a glass jar on a shelf somewhere in Area 51. They grow up so fast... (the photo below was taken

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I happened to look in the direction of our sliding glass door to the deck as a mourning dove flew past. I snuck over for a peek and was rewarded with this:How cool is that? Deux oeufs!The male of the mourning dove pair guards the nest during the day, and the female takes the night shift. So, this 2 minute window into the world under our feathered roommates must have taken place during a shift

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Looking back, I realize she’s made numerous attempts to do me in.It began in junior high when she set me afloat down river on an inner tube. She disguised her evil plot by accompanying me on the tube, until, that is, the current picked up and she jumped our ship. I’d have met a soggy demise if I hadn’t learned in water safety to walk diagonally across to shore, rather than fight the current

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Is it the universe saying, “You want a sign, dumbass? I’ll give you a sign.” See, a while ago, I begged the universe to give me guidance. Not long after that, the universe gave me a gift and told me to lighten up. And I thought finding a feather was profound… A whole bird worth of feathers?I’ll try to get better photos, but to give you an idea of just how close the mourning dove hangout is to

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During an end of year clean-up at the workplace, a coworker and I exchanged the following instant messages: Coworker: Did you get Sydney late in 2006?Zelda P.: That sounds about right. I remember we brought her home July 4th, but I can't remember the year off the top of my head. Do I dare ask why?Coworker: Because I'm going through files and dog hairs start to appear in them as of October

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Well, it's really only a bruise, but it makes for a good story with an important lesson about why we should listen to that little voice inside our head. We've all had the experience: a quiet whisper and a slight twinge in our neck as we shut the door behind us - the feeling we're forgetting something. It’s rarely forceful enough to make us stop and turn back, but when we finally realize what we

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Every time one of those heart wrenching ASPCA TV ads comes on I choke back tears, grab Syddie-Bean, rub her fur, kiss her velvety ears, and whisper, "Spoil 'em while you've got 'em, right, Syd?" I can't save all the homeless animals, but I can make sure that my canine best bud is the most pampered puppy possible in the short time we will have together.Author, radio show host, and dog expert,

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This year, for various reasons, I was particularly sensitive to the calls to “put Christ back in Christmas” and the argument that “Happy Holidays” in an insult. Through an informal poll of my friends, I learned that the non-Christians welcome Merry Christmas wishes. What offends, however, is the “it’s Christmas or the highway!” mentality. In other words, it offends when Christians act as if

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Be safe, friends. All the best to you and yours for the holidays and in 2010!

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When someone asks me if I belong to a gym I answer, "No. I have a dog." That usually ends the conversation. I think most people are unimpressed with my response - they think a short walk every day with a dog is not nearly enough physical activity. Well, I beg to differ. I submit for your review the attached video of Syd and I on our morning walk. That's me at the other end of the leash (holding

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When we're getting ready for bed, E usually beats me to the bathroom. He's a lot quicker in the bathroom than I. He just has to brush his teeth, pee, and he's done. Me, I have a whole bathroom ritual in which I inspect my face for blemishes, look for stray eyebrows, take out my earrings, check my face again, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Every night, without exception, when I go to turn

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It's probably because of the association with going back to school that I seek a fresh start in the fall. And it seems I'm not alone. The French actually have a word for the sentiment: la rentrée - it’s the time in September when people get back on track after a relaxing summer vacation (check out this link to NPR's great story on la rentrée). Growing up, I looked forward to la rentrée (

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I wish you all could experience the incredible aroma wafting through my house this evening. E just finished the initial phase of French onion soup preparation. Imagine an enameled cast iron Le Creuset Dutch oven filled with onions and shallots caramelized in butter and then simmered in a broth of beef and chicken stock, apple cider, cognac, and white wine.The soup is on the menu for Tuesday

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Sometime last month, while out on a walk with Syd, I noticed a cardinal feather on the grass in front of our house. The feather had landed with the quill end sticking in the ground, as if the dirt were an ink well and the feather an idle writing implement.I bent down to pick it up. That was the impulsive child in me reacting. Almost as immediately, the serious adult in me stopped my hand

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On Sunday I was this close *holds up thumb and index finger really close together* to having a beer with Paul Simon. See, on Sunday I was at the US Open, and so was Paul Simon. He was sitting across the entire court from me, about 25 rows closer to the court than me, BUT the point is that we were both there, at the US Open, at the same time. You just never know, we could have run into one

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I wrote this using Magnetic Poetry (New York edition) eight years and one day ago today. Writing (putting some order to the thoughts in my head) helped me come to terms with the horrific events of that day. The evening of September 11, 2001, after hours spent glued to the television news (that worsened by the minute), E and I went for a walk. The sky above our town was clear, while smoke filed

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C, G, D, A, F, A7 - they all came back as soon as I picked up the guitar in the shop. Even after all the years that had passed, my fingers remembered exactly where to land on the frets. I strummed with the strings as close as possible to my ear in hopes that I would hear but others would not. Then I caught a smile on E's face as he watched me light up with the joy of someone who had reunited

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I'm happy to report that L'oeuf au miroir survived my foray today into the mysterious (at least for me) world of blog templates. Whew! It was tense for a moment there...Here's what happened: Feeling adventurous and confident, I decided to give "the egg" a makeover - scramble things up a bit, if you will. I found a super-cool downloadable template, threw my usual caution to the wind, and hit save

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I know. Bad grammar. Should be 10 People With Whom I Would Like to Have a Beer, but that sounds too uptight and stuffy. 10 People With Whom I'd Like to Sit While Sipping a Glass of Port is not what I'm talking about here.I purposely picked beer. Not coffee - that's too artsy and black turtle necks (don't get me wrong - black turtle necks are my uniform in the cooler weather). I didn't say dinner

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With two bathroom renovations and countless other home improvement projects under his tool belt, E has proven himself to be quite the handyman since we became homeowners a few years ago. However, regardless of the advanced planning or E’s experience with a particular task, there comes a point in each project when an unplanned trip to the hardware store is required. E's visited the hardware store

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I'm a quarter of the way through pint number one at our favorite Irish pub and I'm writing! I've got a big grin on my face because I'm writing! (Okay, the libation helps, too.)E's throwing darts with a couple of our friends. I took your advice and brought my writing place with me. This is a first - I'm out, in public, writing. While I haven't actually admitted to anyone (but E) that I'm writing (

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Doodle. According to the Meriam-Webster Dictionary Online:Main Entry:2doodle Function:noun Date:1937: an aimless or casual scribble, design, or sketch ; also : a minor workIn an effort to reduce my paper use, I've tried to do more of my work electronically instead of printing or taking notes on paper. So now, rather than attending meetings with a notebook in hand, I show up with my laptop. It's

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Researchers say that crows can recognize individual people (presumably by their faces). If you do a crow wrong, not only will the crow remember your face, it will make a point of voicing its anger every time it sees you. To make matters worse, the crow will also tell its crow friends about your behavior, and soon word will get out and you will be heckled and chastised any time those crows in the

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Syd is showing signs of recovery. The coughing has all but stopped (anything to avoid that dreaded Robitussin!) and she had some spring in all four steps when she greeted me at the door yesterday. She's even regained a hint of her signature mischievous streak. (Ask me if I missed the mischievous streak when it was on hiatus. Um, no... I did not.)So, it’s back to a world where no corner goes

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No, that's not 100% true. My dog (thankfully) doesn't have fleas, but my dog does have kennel cough, and it may just be the most pathetic ailment she's suffered so far. For those who haven't experienced kennel cough, it sounds horrible. A dog cough rattles through the dog's entire body and sounds like the dog will vomit at any moment. In fact, early this morning, when we finally realized she

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I'm seeing more and more reasons to support my belief that there are no coincidences in life. Case in point: while driving home from the dog park the other day, E held up his forearm."Look what Syd did to me while we were wrestling this morning." I inspected the red scratches that resulted when Syd's rough front paw pad met the skin of E's inner arm (otherwise known as a close encounter with the

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We picked our first tomatoes of the season yesterday - three ripe red orbs from amongst the tangle of green leaves of a Husky Cherry Red tomato plant (here they are on a window sill in our kitchen).Maybe I'll whip up a little (and I do mean little) salsa with the tomatoes, some cilantro and chives, all home-grown in our container garden.And the basil - (pictured above in the planter on our deck)

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I’m tired. There’s something up in the universe around here and it’s sapping my energy. The only reason I got out of bed Monday was because poor Sydney made the pathetic I-need-to-go-out noise (sounds like “Unh. Unh.” pronounce it with your mouth closed and you'll get the idea). Of course, I can’t resist my poor little baby when she makes that sound, so I dragged my sorry self out of bed, donned

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At the bookstore yesterday, hubby, a big Sherlock Holmes fan, bought “Beekeeper’s Apprentice” by Laurie R. King. He reported this morning, via text message, that he’s thoroughly enjoying the book and asked me to pass along his “great appreciation” to Ann for the tip. I bought “If You Want to Write” by Brenda Ueland. I’m hoping her encouraging words will get me through the awkward stage I wrote

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Ah, writing classes and writing instruction…As much as I desire to improve my writing, it’s disconcerting to learn I’ve been making so many mistakes. I feel like my lover just told me he doesn’t like the way I kiss. I’m not going to break off the relationship (yet). I’m still passionate about my lover, but now I feel awkward and self-conscious when we’re together. I try to spice things up and

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This morning, I journeyed by train to the capital city of my home (not native land).I was at peace on the train. The seats were comfortable. The cars moved quickly, quietly, and effortlessly. The gentle rocking to and fro encouraged at least a couple of snoozes (despite my effort to stay awake and work or look out the window).The view from the train is a peek into “the backyard” of America. From

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your wordsgripthen leave mecravingconjunctionscontractionsexclamations29-May-2009

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naked wordsstripped downexposedobscenity to youbeauty to medevoid of protectioneasily woundedsecrets revealedyet concealedby interpretation9-May-09

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Hubby, E, and I were on our way to enjoy a Guinness on the outdoor patio of our favorite Irish pub when we approached a woman and her dog. I jokingly refer to E as a “dog $lut.” He can’t walk past a dog without ogling and stopping to touch it. I guess things could be worse…We stopped to pat the dog and chat with the owner. The dog had a few gray furs on her muzzle. As we rubbed her back, the dog

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Recently, National Public Radio’s All Things Considered program aired an interview with David White, an electrician in the small town of Brimfield, Massachusetts, on a mission to save his native language, Nipmuc, from dying. I was struck by the answer David gave when the journalist, Arun Rath, asked how he would describe installing a light switch in Nipmuc. “I don’t think there’s any word for

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There was a note on my door yesterday from L., the resident garden expert. Turns out she was the tulip fairy. I think her words say it best. The note says: "I am heart sick! What heppened to the 80-100 tulip bulbs that were about 6" tall and in the planters on the way down the stairs? They were there Sunday. Please call me." The note ends with a tearful frowny face.Talk about heart sick! Upon

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This spring, hubby and I noticed tulips growing in places where no tulips had grown before. We had dug up the planter beds last year, so we knew there were no bulbs there. We joked it must have been the tulip fairy planting bulbs by the moonlight last fall. Either the tulip fairy or L., the resident tulip expert in our complex. Of course, it could also have been the gardeners. Either way, we were

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I picked up dinner for two at the deli on my way home this evening – matzo ball soup, a fresh roast turkey sandwich and a pastrami sandwich. Dill and half-sour pickles, coleslaw, mustard and Russian dressing came on the side.I consider myself lucky to be able to afford to dine out in these difficult economic times, so I was appalled when a lady beside me at the counter seemed to take the luxury

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Sydney will be three years old on April 14th. A typical Labrador, she follows her humans everywhere. When I go to another room she’s right there with me – even in the bathroom. Since she joined the clan and I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been in the bathroom without her company. I’ve wondered about this off and on – why is it that she feels compelled to join me every time I “go

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I am... listening I wonder… if my words are heardI hear… resistance and blameI see… contentment butI want… moreI am… changing meI pretend... everything is okayI feel... uneasy most of the timeI touch... on awkward topics thenI worry... my words will igniteI cry... when they doI am... blaming myselfI understand... I am worthy of being lovedI say... I will do betterI dream... of connectionI try...

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It's better with the lights off.

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an angelgives a gifta cursecuresa band around the wrista bond agepossesses lovedreamsoccupies life with deatha band around the fingerdiscardeda band around the hearthis burstinghers crushedthe angel emerges in darknessneedslovesgivestakesliveseternalyour gift was not in vain, dear angelmay you go with godspeed unto heavenfor delivering us from hellfor B.16-Jul-08

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found wordshiddenunspoken yetcrimsonaffirm duplicitysurmisesecond liesfirst usurpedovershadowedwas foreshadoweddeliberate demisegives rise to newbitter endspoken wordsnot utterednot crimsonunsaidignorance is thisfor E 1-May-08

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Earlier this afternoon I watched the inauguration of Barack Obama. Along with a group of colleagues, I stood mesmerized before the TV in our office lobby. Our eyes, some brimming with tears of joy and hope, were fixed on the screen. From many countries we were brought together by today's momentous event.

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Since we got Sydney I've been exercising more than ever- I've even taken up yoga (albeit, dare I say, "doggy style"). Syd and I created a new posture that you can practice when washing the dishes. We call it “Hands in Water Leaning over Dog."For those interested in practicing this pose I have outlined the steps below:1) Stand in comfortable position at the sink. Make sure your feet are where you

Zelda P.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168413097654292410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131352124923948609.post-5814969014184574612008-12-14T15:58:00.001-05:002008-12-18T13:09:10.942-05:00

On a lakeSun on my backFrom where I sit I do not see its yellow glowYet I know it shines.Your paddle splashes rhythmicallyAs with the sun, I feel your presenceWe gently move forwardI am warm.The lake is darkAnd my thoughts driftTo the wonder of the liliesOn the lake floor they too are unable to see the sunYet they growWith arms outstretchedReaching for a warmth, a lifeFaithfully.If the lily could

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A wild animal, backed into a corner,bares its teeth and prepares to fightfor its freedomfor its life.It does not reach into its pocketand pull out a knifewith the intention of inflicting bodily harmon itselfas an escape.Why then do I let the thought even cross my mind?Why isn’t my own freedom,my own sanity,important enough to fight for?Why do I let them back me into a corner?I am humansee me

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I let the cat in and the phone begins to ringIt’s realityCalling me back to life as it was seven days ago.It will never be the same again.I wonder if anyone will notice.I notice the cat is afraid of me.My thoughts are like the photographs I was too afraid to take.I’ve found my old sketchbook.Now, my fingers try to express the feelings.The images sketched on paper pale in comparison to thoseEtched

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From life I want: expressionlibertyand someone to share them with.March, '94

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