Alright, friends... several of you have expressed an interest in my pet psychic abilities. Yes, I'm new at this, and yes, I'm still working on developing them, but yes, I do seem to be able to communicate with animals.
One of the things that Debbie stressed at our workshop was that psychic awareness is like a muscle... you must use it to keep it strong. So I'm very VERY happy to get any experience that I can, and I'm very, very happy to read anyone's animal that I can. But there are a couple of rules that I'll insist on for now. THE FIRST RULE is this: I will not yet read animals that I know well. In the beginning stages of learning to tune into animals' communications, it is of utmost importance that I don't allow what I know of an animal to cloud the information I'm receiving from them. So I'll need to stick to critters that I don't know well. I'll do ones that I've met, as long as I don't know them well enough to know their daily habits or their personality very well. THE SECOND RULE is this: I will want feedback, and I'll expect for you to tell me me what I get right, and what I get wrong. Some things you won't know, of course, but if there's anything you can verify as right or wrong I want to know. You won't hurt my feelings by telling me I got something wrong! You'll just give me an opportunity to learn that I'm interpreting things incorrectly, as often animals send images instead of words, and some things are up for interpretation.
So here's what I need from you. Please tell me the following:
Animal's name
Animal's location (city, state, and country, if you're outside the US)
Animal's sex
Animal's approximate age
Then, I'd love a list of your questions! Here's a list of common questions that I pulled off of Debbie's website:
* How does your body feel - does anything hurt?
* How do you like your barn, kennel, trainer, rider, pet sitter etc.?
* Do you have a message or any advice for me?
* How does your saddle, blanket, bit, collar, shoes, etc. feel?
* Do you have any advice on how I ride, train, communicate, etc.?
* What are some of you likes?
* What are some of your dislikes?
* What is your purpose?
* What do you like about me?
* What can I do better?
* Do you like showing, racing, jumping, visiting...
* What do you think of your stable mates, neighbors, house mates, etc...
* Does my animal want a companion?
* Is my animal ready to pass over?
* You can also use this time to convey a message or information to your animal(s).
Questions aren't required, but so far I feel like they help me connect and help the animal communicate with me. If you don't send me questions, I'll ask some of these same ones myself, just for verification purposes.
Probably the best way to get this information to me is via email. Please send it to kimsalt (at) whale-mail.com, or to www.facebook.com/kimsalt . I do have several requests, and I’ll take them in the order that I receive them, so please be patient. I want to give your animal all of the attention and focus that he/she deserves and I won’t skimp on their reading.
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to do this! I appreciate your patience and your help in this process.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Italian Stallion
Oh yes, and somehow I forgot to mention something incredibly important in my former post. When talking to another lady at the workshop, Plymouth told her (in NO uncertain terms): "I don't like the name Plymouth. I'd rather be called Roooccckkkyy Bal- boooaaaaaa.
(How could I make something like this up?)
(How could I make something like this up?)
KimTime and the Pet Psychic Weekend
Well hello, old friends. Golly it’s been a while since I’ve spewed my guts to a pink blog. But this is a great weekend to do so.
Due to working too much and getting into overtime at work, I was given the gift of having to leave at 4:30pm on Friday. This was an outstanding this because I was heading out of town for two very important things: first, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do a weekend study intensive with renowned pet psychic, Debbie McGillivray. See animaltelepathy.com for more information. Opportunity number two? Some much-needed KimTime.
I stopped at home after work to change clothes and grab my stuff, then got on the road. I mostly beat traffic, too. It started to get dark as I reached the southwest side of town and started to get out of the city limits. It was then that I remembered that it’s been roughly 10 years since I spent nearly any time driving on two-lane roads after dark. And I hate it. Thankfully, in the 70 miles between southwest Austin and Comfort, TX, not a single soul ended up on the road behind me. And that’s good. Because I was going 40.
As I drove out through the country I noticed how black the night sky was, and how many stars there were. I haven’t seen a sky like that in a long time. I don’t even usually see that in Canada because I never take the time to go out on the lake and lay in the boat after dark to look at it. We can’t see a lot of the sky from the campground because we’re in a circle of trees that block most of it out. Curtis invites me sometimes, but I never want to go. I’m usually always well tucked-in for the evening by the time he thinks of it. I usually go to bed pretty early in Canada, too.
Speaking of my darling husband, as I was driving through the black and deserted Texas prairie I thought to myself, “if Curtis were here, what would he do?” After searching for 30 minutes or so for a safe place, I pulled my car over to the side of the road and did what Curtis would’ve done. I killed the engine, shut off the lights, and got out of the car. I walked to the back of the car to lean on the trunk and slowly looked up at the stars. The sky was like something you’d see in a planetarium… I don’t think I’ve ever been out in such open country on so dark a night. The moon was nowhere to be found; millions of stars were looking down at me. It’s a shame that they watch over me so faithfully and ignore them every single day. I saw the Milky Way galaxy, and Orion’s belt was pointing to a little cluster of stars with which I’m unfamiliar… anyone into astronomy? Before long the sounds of the traffic miles away in Boerne died down, and the chilly breeze that was chapping my cheeks went away. All of a sudden everything was quiet. And not just quiet, but silent. Dead silent. This is the part where my appreciation for nature and the things that my husband has taught me flew out the window. All I could think of is all of those slasher films I’ve seen over the years, and that there is always dead silence before the guy comes out of the woods with a knife, or a chainsaw. SO I very bravely turned and walked to my driver’s side door, got into the car and hit the door lock button about 5 times, just to be sure. Then I put it in Drive and floored it out of there.
I arrived at The Executive Inn in Comfort, TX around 7:15pm, with plenty of time to find some dinner and load in. I loaded in first, then realized that there was no deadbolt on my door! No thanks, Mr. Motel. So I moved to another room. This one has a fully intact deadbolt, and is just like the other. The rooms are huge; it was $49.95 for a king-sized bed, with room on the floor to sleep about 10 people in sleeping bags. It’s even pet-friendly! Alas, I have no pets in tow. What a lovely evening full of KimTime I had. I lounged around in my pajamas, curled up in my down comforter that I brought, and enjoyed the free wi-fi. I also wrote an incredibly long blog post which my computer deleted. I’ve basically replicated it above.
This morning I went to my workshop. I met Debbie and the other folks at the conference. There were 9 of us total. We worked through the morning discussing the psychic process and how to develop it, and in the afternoon we did several readings. First we worked on Debbie’s own animals (who have become great animal teachers for her, and who are good at hand-holding with new people learning how to do readings.) The key when learning is to have someone available who can verify what you’re getting, so that you know you’re actually connecting with the right animal. We began by looking at a photo of Debbie’s boxer, Lucky. She asked us to connect with her energy and talk to her for a while, and then we’d all get back together and share what we thought we had learned about Lucky. Well it didn’t take me 30 seconds to discover that Lucky is a sassy, dominant lady. She’s a very in-your-face kind of dog who does NOT like to be ignored. She prefers sleeping on her dog bed, second only to mom and dad’s bed, and she is the boss of the house. All of which Debbie confirmed to be true. We each read several more animals and I did well, if I do say so myself. One of which is a beautiful little kitten named Mirabella that Debbie just adopted; she’s around 3 months old and has lost her eyes. She’s completely blind. Mirabella told me that she remembered being able to see at one time, but everything was pretty hazy, and then her eyes just quit working. Debbie confirmed that that was accurate. (GROSS ALERT** skip to the next paragraph if you think you’re going to get grossed out about how she lost her eyes.) Someone had dropped off a litter of kittens in Debbie’s barn and all had very severe upper respiratory infections. Mirabella was the weakest and the sickest and her eyes both ruptured.
The vet was called out and he said she could live if her eyes were removed, so he removed them, and she’s fine now. Her stitches just came out this past week. Debbie explained something interesting, too. Two of us read Mirabella, and she showed Eve (the other woman) a horrible scene regarding an animal. I won’t go into detail about it, but it couldn’t have been her, because the animal in the scene was injured too severely to recover. Eve asked Debbie about it, and Debbie communicated with Mirabella herself, and she believes that this was an experience that Mirabella had in one of her past lives. Then on a side note she mentioned an interesting correlation: often, animals who have witnessed horrific things in a past life will choose to be blind when they come back again because they just can’t bear to see anything like that again. I thought that was interesting.
So I head back tomorrow for the second day. I’m anxious to learn more, because tomorrow we talk to animals who have passed, and who are now in spirit. I spoke with Debbie about doing her 6-month intensive, and she said that she didn’t think I needed that. She thinks that I could start with the 3-month Advanced Intensive and skip the 6-month. That made me feel good. She also said that she saw me doing things with this in the future; perhaps even teaching it. She said that she can see me being a sort of pioneer in combining Western medicine with telepathic communication to help animals heal both physically and spiritually. I like the idea of that. I want to make that happen. Whether or not it does, she’s given me the confidence to think it’s possible, and I really appreciate that. I did ask someone to take a photo of me with Debbie, so I'm thankful that I got that.
So I’m going to go read a cat named Rosie, whose Mom, Janice, is part of the workshop too. We didn’t get a chance to do all of our animals, and Janice said that when she chose her cat Tigger to be read first she almost instantly knew she had made the wrong choice. So I am going to read Rosie tonight so that she won’t feel slighted. You may be wondering… if Janice is at the same workshop as I am, why can’t she read her own cat herself? Well it’s rather like a vet not treating their own animals. You’re too involved and don’t necessarily make objective observations. Until we have a higher level of skill (like Debbie does), it’s more accurate to let someone else read your animals.
I’m off for the night to enjoy my KimTime and my new laptop. Thanks for reading.
Due to working too much and getting into overtime at work, I was given the gift of having to leave at 4:30pm on Friday. This was an outstanding this because I was heading out of town for two very important things: first, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do a weekend study intensive with renowned pet psychic, Debbie McGillivray. See animaltelepathy.com for more information. Opportunity number two? Some much-needed KimTime.
I stopped at home after work to change clothes and grab my stuff, then got on the road. I mostly beat traffic, too. It started to get dark as I reached the southwest side of town and started to get out of the city limits. It was then that I remembered that it’s been roughly 10 years since I spent nearly any time driving on two-lane roads after dark. And I hate it. Thankfully, in the 70 miles between southwest Austin and Comfort, TX, not a single soul ended up on the road behind me. And that’s good. Because I was going 40.
As I drove out through the country I noticed how black the night sky was, and how many stars there were. I haven’t seen a sky like that in a long time. I don’t even usually see that in Canada because I never take the time to go out on the lake and lay in the boat after dark to look at it. We can’t see a lot of the sky from the campground because we’re in a circle of trees that block most of it out. Curtis invites me sometimes, but I never want to go. I’m usually always well tucked-in for the evening by the time he thinks of it. I usually go to bed pretty early in Canada, too.
Speaking of my darling husband, as I was driving through the black and deserted Texas prairie I thought to myself, “if Curtis were here, what would he do?” After searching for 30 minutes or so for a safe place, I pulled my car over to the side of the road and did what Curtis would’ve done. I killed the engine, shut off the lights, and got out of the car. I walked to the back of the car to lean on the trunk and slowly looked up at the stars. The sky was like something you’d see in a planetarium… I don’t think I’ve ever been out in such open country on so dark a night. The moon was nowhere to be found; millions of stars were looking down at me. It’s a shame that they watch over me so faithfully and ignore them every single day. I saw the Milky Way galaxy, and Orion’s belt was pointing to a little cluster of stars with which I’m unfamiliar… anyone into astronomy? Before long the sounds of the traffic miles away in Boerne died down, and the chilly breeze that was chapping my cheeks went away. All of a sudden everything was quiet. And not just quiet, but silent. Dead silent. This is the part where my appreciation for nature and the things that my husband has taught me flew out the window. All I could think of is all of those slasher films I’ve seen over the years, and that there is always dead silence before the guy comes out of the woods with a knife, or a chainsaw. SO I very bravely turned and walked to my driver’s side door, got into the car and hit the door lock button about 5 times, just to be sure. Then I put it in Drive and floored it out of there.
I arrived at The Executive Inn in Comfort, TX around 7:15pm, with plenty of time to find some dinner and load in. I loaded in first, then realized that there was no deadbolt on my door! No thanks, Mr. Motel. So I moved to another room. This one has a fully intact deadbolt, and is just like the other. The rooms are huge; it was $49.95 for a king-sized bed, with room on the floor to sleep about 10 people in sleeping bags. It’s even pet-friendly! Alas, I have no pets in tow. What a lovely evening full of KimTime I had. I lounged around in my pajamas, curled up in my down comforter that I brought, and enjoyed the free wi-fi. I also wrote an incredibly long blog post which my computer deleted. I’ve basically replicated it above.
This morning I went to my workshop. I met Debbie and the other folks at the conference. There were 9 of us total. We worked through the morning discussing the psychic process and how to develop it, and in the afternoon we did several readings. First we worked on Debbie’s own animals (who have become great animal teachers for her, and who are good at hand-holding with new people learning how to do readings.) The key when learning is to have someone available who can verify what you’re getting, so that you know you’re actually connecting with the right animal. We began by looking at a photo of Debbie’s boxer, Lucky. She asked us to connect with her energy and talk to her for a while, and then we’d all get back together and share what we thought we had learned about Lucky. Well it didn’t take me 30 seconds to discover that Lucky is a sassy, dominant lady. She’s a very in-your-face kind of dog who does NOT like to be ignored. She prefers sleeping on her dog bed, second only to mom and dad’s bed, and she is the boss of the house. All of which Debbie confirmed to be true. We each read several more animals and I did well, if I do say so myself. One of which is a beautiful little kitten named Mirabella that Debbie just adopted; she’s around 3 months old and has lost her eyes. She’s completely blind. Mirabella told me that she remembered being able to see at one time, but everything was pretty hazy, and then her eyes just quit working. Debbie confirmed that that was accurate. (GROSS ALERT** skip to the next paragraph if you think you’re going to get grossed out about how she lost her eyes.) Someone had dropped off a litter of kittens in Debbie’s barn and all had very severe upper respiratory infections. Mirabella was the weakest and the sickest and her eyes both ruptured.
The vet was called out and he said she could live if her eyes were removed, so he removed them, and she’s fine now. Her stitches just came out this past week. Debbie explained something interesting, too. Two of us read Mirabella, and she showed Eve (the other woman) a horrible scene regarding an animal. I won’t go into detail about it, but it couldn’t have been her, because the animal in the scene was injured too severely to recover. Eve asked Debbie about it, and Debbie communicated with Mirabella herself, and she believes that this was an experience that Mirabella had in one of her past lives. Then on a side note she mentioned an interesting correlation: often, animals who have witnessed horrific things in a past life will choose to be blind when they come back again because they just can’t bear to see anything like that again. I thought that was interesting.
So I head back tomorrow for the second day. I’m anxious to learn more, because tomorrow we talk to animals who have passed, and who are now in spirit. I spoke with Debbie about doing her 6-month intensive, and she said that she didn’t think I needed that. She thinks that I could start with the 3-month Advanced Intensive and skip the 6-month. That made me feel good. She also said that she saw me doing things with this in the future; perhaps even teaching it. She said that she can see me being a sort of pioneer in combining Western medicine with telepathic communication to help animals heal both physically and spiritually. I like the idea of that. I want to make that happen. Whether or not it does, she’s given me the confidence to think it’s possible, and I really appreciate that. I did ask someone to take a photo of me with Debbie, so I'm thankful that I got that.
So I’m going to go read a cat named Rosie, whose Mom, Janice, is part of the workshop too. We didn’t get a chance to do all of our animals, and Janice said that when she chose her cat Tigger to be read first she almost instantly knew she had made the wrong choice. So I am going to read Rosie tonight so that she won’t feel slighted. You may be wondering… if Janice is at the same workshop as I am, why can’t she read her own cat herself? Well it’s rather like a vet not treating their own animals. You’re too involved and don’t necessarily make objective observations. Until we have a higher level of skill (like Debbie does), it’s more accurate to let someone else read your animals.
I’m off for the night to enjoy my KimTime and my new laptop. Thanks for reading.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Mystery Bird
Here are three photos of a mystery bird that I saw in the parking lot of Chuy's Mexican Restaurant at 183 and Duval in Austin, TX. Any takers?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A moment to breathe
Today is another day. I woke up early this morning and had a bright energy for doing some things that need to be done.
I've been having trouble finding moments to breathe lately. My job keeps me occupied for more than 10 of my daily hours (though part of that is lunch, but I'm still away from home due to work) and that leaves me with 2 to 2-1/2 hours to myself in the evening in which to get everything else done. Sadly, I'm a person who needs 10 hours of sleep a night to function well, so that seriously cuts into my spare time. I've become great friends with the veterinarian at my work, and I'm really enjoying the company of both she, her wife, and their little boy. It's a welcome friendship because we're working through a lot of clique issues in my office and at the moment, there's the clique, and then there's me. I'm quite excluded, and it wears me down sometimes. Other times I deal quite well, though. Strangely enough, one of my greatest sources of comfort in this world is 16,000 miles away, but thanks to the wonders of internet phones, I can talk to him and see him for free. Yay, Skype.
Acoustalyn is going well; we have some challenges, but we're growing and improving bit by bit. We're having more shows, and more opportunities.
I'm doing my laundry at the moment so I'm off to get that in a few. Today I meet up with the owner of Northwest Rescue to transfer a little grey FIV+ kitty that I rescued. He's a dear... anyone interested in adopting a very handsome and friendly kitty?
My friend Tiffany lost her dear Lab a few weeks ago; she's been devastated. But the Universe moves on, as always, and here's a webcam of her new puppy. Which one? She hasn't chosen yet. But it'll be the dark blue ribbon, the light blue ribbon, or the gold ribbon.
www.justin.tv/texaswhitelabs
I've been having trouble finding moments to breathe lately. My job keeps me occupied for more than 10 of my daily hours (though part of that is lunch, but I'm still away from home due to work) and that leaves me with 2 to 2-1/2 hours to myself in the evening in which to get everything else done. Sadly, I'm a person who needs 10 hours of sleep a night to function well, so that seriously cuts into my spare time. I've become great friends with the veterinarian at my work, and I'm really enjoying the company of both she, her wife, and their little boy. It's a welcome friendship because we're working through a lot of clique issues in my office and at the moment, there's the clique, and then there's me. I'm quite excluded, and it wears me down sometimes. Other times I deal quite well, though. Strangely enough, one of my greatest sources of comfort in this world is 16,000 miles away, but thanks to the wonders of internet phones, I can talk to him and see him for free. Yay, Skype.
Acoustalyn is going well; we have some challenges, but we're growing and improving bit by bit. We're having more shows, and more opportunities.
I'm doing my laundry at the moment so I'm off to get that in a few. Today I meet up with the owner of Northwest Rescue to transfer a little grey FIV+ kitty that I rescued. He's a dear... anyone interested in adopting a very handsome and friendly kitty?
My friend Tiffany lost her dear Lab a few weeks ago; she's been devastated. But the Universe moves on, as always, and here's a webcam of her new puppy. Which one? She hasn't chosen yet. But it'll be the dark blue ribbon, the light blue ribbon, or the gold ribbon.
www.justin.tv/texaswhitelabs
Monday, December 1, 2008
Clearing away the cobwebs and sorrow (til there's none)
Well all, it's been a while since I've updated what's going on in the innerworkings of Kim-dom.
Yesterday Curtis and I took about 10 boxes of stuff to storage. It's annoying, but it needed to be done, from my point of view. Curtis' hopes, when we moved this last time, was to use this time for down-sizing and for getting rid of things we don't need. I've given away a lot of things that I don't use anymore, and a lot of clothes that I don't wear. But now I'm down to only having things that I'm either too fat to wear right now, or I don't have room for. But what's left are still things that I love, and I'm not getting rid of anymore. So back it goes into storage. My apartment is now (almost) completely devoid of boxes, and it's soon going to actually be clean. I'm going to feel 100% better when my nest is complete.
On top of that, I have some rather exciting news in that I'm now singing for an acoustic group. Our name is Acoustalyn, and we're two guitars, and sometimes a mandolin or violin thrown in. It's a folk-type flavor, and I'm really loving it. I'm a singer, and I'm pretty much only a singer. I don't know anything about the music business, and I'm not very driven to move ahead. Our organizer, Richard (who is also our songwriter) has a good business head with history in the music business, and he's always trying to push us harder to move forward. I need that, for sure. Lauren is the other guitarist. She's somewhat quiet, but I find that she's the voice of objectivity and reason when the three of us are trying to decide on things like which album cover we like, and whether Richard and I should both sing on a song or just one of us. I dig them both. It's a great union. We're recording our demo on December 13th and we already have some gigs lined up around the city. And that's just cool.
Curtis and I spent Thanksgiving day with Steven and Michele at their annual Misfit Thanksgiving (for folks who don't have anyone to celebrate the holiday with, or who don't get to go home for it.) That was WONDERFUL and we met some great new people. Then this past Saturday I had the good fortune to spend about 5 hours with my dear Ken and be part of his Thanksgiving preparations in Melbourne, AU. This hadn't occurred to me, but Thanksgiving is a very American holiday, so they don't do it over there. Ken wanted to introduce his friends to one of his own traditions, so he cooked them a Thanksgiving meal. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I was able to be on a webcam with him for 5 hours and chit chatting as if we were across the table at iHop together. He was chopping his vegetables and mixing up ingredients and we both talked about life. There were even several lags in the conversation.... those comfortable sort of lags that one only has with close friends; the ones where no one might say anything for 5 minutes but that's just okay.
It was nice to get to spend some time with him; I try to do so every weekend, but I don't often get THAT much time. And I will likely have to do without him for the next few weeks while he grows acclimated to the gift of time with his new friend Jaret. In my experience, Ken has a rather jaded history with love. It's not that he has anything against it, it's simply that relationships have been fleeting for him. They've either started out like gangbusters and quickly faded, or they've just not been that interesting to begin with. Ken has so much to offer. I have never quite understood how he could have that much trouble with love, but the truth is, most of the relationships I've personally witnessed of his have been rather lukewarm. And then enters Jaret. I got the pleasure of meeting Jaret on the webcam the other night, and quite honestly, I'm completely smitten with him. He's sweet, he's handsome, he's intelligent, and ... well, I've just never seen anyone yet who I thought would be better for Ken. Jaret's chivalrous... and he's sensitive. He's not the type to play games or to lay blame to make himself feel better. Though I only talked to him for about an hour, it is already compellingly apparent that he's the type that if you were to lash out at him, he'd probably say "I'm sorry that I've hurt you enough to make you want to lash out at me." I may be exaggerating, but I truly get an awesome feeling about him. I've begged Ken for a picture of the two of them together, because the idea of Ken having someone like that in his life just makes me smile. Yay, Jaret.
Moving on... the Cat Hospital is awesome. I learn new things every day. I very much enjoy my boss, and I very much enjoy her partner and the other people that I work with. I learn more and more every day, and I wonder how many amazing things I'll learn before the year is through.
Curtis is working downtown at a bar called Annie's West, and though he's mostly only bartending for Happy Hour, he's getting lots of experience behind the bar. He barbacks and does the door sometimes in the evening, too... he's such a renaissance man. :)
Yesterday Curtis and I took about 10 boxes of stuff to storage. It's annoying, but it needed to be done, from my point of view. Curtis' hopes, when we moved this last time, was to use this time for down-sizing and for getting rid of things we don't need. I've given away a lot of things that I don't use anymore, and a lot of clothes that I don't wear. But now I'm down to only having things that I'm either too fat to wear right now, or I don't have room for. But what's left are still things that I love, and I'm not getting rid of anymore. So back it goes into storage. My apartment is now (almost) completely devoid of boxes, and it's soon going to actually be clean. I'm going to feel 100% better when my nest is complete.
On top of that, I have some rather exciting news in that I'm now singing for an acoustic group. Our name is Acoustalyn, and we're two guitars, and sometimes a mandolin or violin thrown in. It's a folk-type flavor, and I'm really loving it. I'm a singer, and I'm pretty much only a singer. I don't know anything about the music business, and I'm not very driven to move ahead. Our organizer, Richard (who is also our songwriter) has a good business head with history in the music business, and he's always trying to push us harder to move forward. I need that, for sure. Lauren is the other guitarist. She's somewhat quiet, but I find that she's the voice of objectivity and reason when the three of us are trying to decide on things like which album cover we like, and whether Richard and I should both sing on a song or just one of us. I dig them both. It's a great union. We're recording our demo on December 13th and we already have some gigs lined up around the city. And that's just cool.
Curtis and I spent Thanksgiving day with Steven and Michele at their annual Misfit Thanksgiving (for folks who don't have anyone to celebrate the holiday with, or who don't get to go home for it.) That was WONDERFUL and we met some great new people. Then this past Saturday I had the good fortune to spend about 5 hours with my dear Ken and be part of his Thanksgiving preparations in Melbourne, AU. This hadn't occurred to me, but Thanksgiving is a very American holiday, so they don't do it over there. Ken wanted to introduce his friends to one of his own traditions, so he cooked them a Thanksgiving meal. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I was able to be on a webcam with him for 5 hours and chit chatting as if we were across the table at iHop together. He was chopping his vegetables and mixing up ingredients and we both talked about life. There were even several lags in the conversation.... those comfortable sort of lags that one only has with close friends; the ones where no one might say anything for 5 minutes but that's just okay.
It was nice to get to spend some time with him; I try to do so every weekend, but I don't often get THAT much time. And I will likely have to do without him for the next few weeks while he grows acclimated to the gift of time with his new friend Jaret. In my experience, Ken has a rather jaded history with love. It's not that he has anything against it, it's simply that relationships have been fleeting for him. They've either started out like gangbusters and quickly faded, or they've just not been that interesting to begin with. Ken has so much to offer. I have never quite understood how he could have that much trouble with love, but the truth is, most of the relationships I've personally witnessed of his have been rather lukewarm. And then enters Jaret. I got the pleasure of meeting Jaret on the webcam the other night, and quite honestly, I'm completely smitten with him. He's sweet, he's handsome, he's intelligent, and ... well, I've just never seen anyone yet who I thought would be better for Ken. Jaret's chivalrous... and he's sensitive. He's not the type to play games or to lay blame to make himself feel better. Though I only talked to him for about an hour, it is already compellingly apparent that he's the type that if you were to lash out at him, he'd probably say "I'm sorry that I've hurt you enough to make you want to lash out at me." I may be exaggerating, but I truly get an awesome feeling about him. I've begged Ken for a picture of the two of them together, because the idea of Ken having someone like that in his life just makes me smile. Yay, Jaret.
Moving on... the Cat Hospital is awesome. I learn new things every day. I very much enjoy my boss, and I very much enjoy her partner and the other people that I work with. I learn more and more every day, and I wonder how many amazing things I'll learn before the year is through.
Curtis is working downtown at a bar called Annie's West, and though he's mostly only bartending for Happy Hour, he's getting lots of experience behind the bar. He barbacks and does the door sometimes in the evening, too... he's such a renaissance man. :)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Runner the Rooster
The strangest thing happened to me today at work. I was covering reception for my co-worker who had to take lunch, when in came a customer. He told me that he had found a very friendly rooster and was now keeping it as a pet. (Huh?)
The back story is this: about 2 months ago, a shop closed nearby. It was a Mexican family who owned some sort of Automotive shop, as I understand it. They had pet roosters, hens, and peacocks. When their shop closed, they opened their gates, let all the animals out, and packed up and left. All of the animals were left roaming the streets, abandoned.
This gentleman- Craig was his name- was at a nearby shop buying some fish food when his son said “Hey Dad! There’s a rooster in the yard!” Craig said, “remember that movie ‘Rocky’ that we watched the other day with Sylvester Stallone? Remember how he was chasing chickens to build up his strength?” The son thought about it and ran outside and started after the chicken. It took him an hour, but this 8-year-old kid caught the chicken. They named him Runner, and took him home. He has turned out to be the nicest chicken in the world!! He loves the family, he loves to be petted, and he even sleeps with the son IN HIS BED at night with him. You’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking, I’m sure… so I’ll tell you now that I immediately asked him. “OK, so ….. what about potty-training?” Craig said “you’re not going to believe this, but Runner actually sleeps with my son in his bed, and then when he has to get up to go to the bathroom, he wakes my son up and my son takes him outside. He does his business and they come right back in and snuggle back down in bed and go to bed.” Wow. The son and Runner have developed quite a relationship and they love each other dearly. The son even carries Runner around like a football under his arm as his primary means of carrying him, and Runner is just fine with that.
The reason Craig came in in the first place, though, is that Runner crows every morning at sunrise. Usually it’s around 5:30am. Craig’s neighbors love what they did in rescuing the rooster, but Runner’s crowing is getting on their nerves. He came to ask if one could de-crow a rooster. I said that I didn’t know, but I did a google search and apparently you can. Now it’s definitely not without it’s drawbacks, and I think it would be a tough choice to make, but this rooster LOVES this little boy. So I think that a life of enjoyment might be worth the de-crowing, depending on how difficult a procedure it is.
Anyway, here’s Runner. I met him, and I pet him for quite a while, and I feel very honored to know this young rooster.
The back story is this: about 2 months ago, a shop closed nearby. It was a Mexican family who owned some sort of Automotive shop, as I understand it. They had pet roosters, hens, and peacocks. When their shop closed, they opened their gates, let all the animals out, and packed up and left. All of the animals were left roaming the streets, abandoned.
This gentleman- Craig was his name- was at a nearby shop buying some fish food when his son said “Hey Dad! There’s a rooster in the yard!” Craig said, “remember that movie ‘Rocky’ that we watched the other day with Sylvester Stallone? Remember how he was chasing chickens to build up his strength?” The son thought about it and ran outside and started after the chicken. It took him an hour, but this 8-year-old kid caught the chicken. They named him Runner, and took him home. He has turned out to be the nicest chicken in the world!! He loves the family, he loves to be petted, and he even sleeps with the son IN HIS BED at night with him. You’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking, I’m sure… so I’ll tell you now that I immediately asked him. “OK, so ….. what about potty-training?” Craig said “you’re not going to believe this, but Runner actually sleeps with my son in his bed, and then when he has to get up to go to the bathroom, he wakes my son up and my son takes him outside. He does his business and they come right back in and snuggle back down in bed and go to bed.” Wow. The son and Runner have developed quite a relationship and they love each other dearly. The son even carries Runner around like a football under his arm as his primary means of carrying him, and Runner is just fine with that.
The reason Craig came in in the first place, though, is that Runner crows every morning at sunrise. Usually it’s around 5:30am. Craig’s neighbors love what they did in rescuing the rooster, but Runner’s crowing is getting on their nerves. He came to ask if one could de-crow a rooster. I said that I didn’t know, but I did a google search and apparently you can. Now it’s definitely not without it’s drawbacks, and I think it would be a tough choice to make, but this rooster LOVES this little boy. So I think that a life of enjoyment might be worth the de-crowing, depending on how difficult a procedure it is.
Anyway, here’s Runner. I met him, and I pet him for quite a while, and I feel very honored to know this young rooster.
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