It Is Almost Over.
For well over a year I have been very unsettled and frustrated. It all began with the revelation of the present church leadership to sell the more than seventy acres of what has been designated by Anaheim Planning as Open Space / Garden Church. That is no longer the announced direction of church Leadership. I'm making this very general announcement because selling the land to a developer is not the plan, actually it is not possible. The leadership is a very long way from the original "Garden Church" plan but this is one step closer. That is all that I will say now -- I need more time to think. I will review my stated frustrations and focus on the future, my place in that future, and the use of the land with passing time. For Now: THE PLAN TO SELL FOR DEVELOPMENTVIS NO LONGER THE PLAN. Please share that good news with those who are interested.
As The Crow Flies: trying to find some direction after Paris and San Bernardino. (reprint on 04-29-19)
Tasha 2 is dead:
I have had an interesting history with dogs. Fact is, my father was a compassionate dog catcher for Fort Worth, Texas and he had a tendency to bring his work home with him. Because of that dogs have always had a place in my world. The last three dogs covered a thirty-eight years span. The first of the three was “Dandy,” a purebred Poodle. His seventeen years with the family included all of the children’s growing up years. After Dandy with a couple of over lapping years was Tasha 1. Tasha was a Symoid and a beauty, a ball of solid white hair, and a willingness to share. Tasha’s thirteen years were in a transition time and because of that she had some difficult times. These last eight years and counting are for Tasha 2. She too is all white, willing to share and is a Siberian Husky and Wolf mix with a bit of something else mixed in. But it is the combination of Husky / Wolfe that makes everything else interesting. Can I add something here?
It is finally official, we checked the records and Tasha 2 is officially nine (9) years old and a rescue dog. We rescued her from a grandson who was not settled enough to keep her. Our first step after the rescue was to place a five-foot high chain link fence around our bit of land to secure a safe place for her. We have a number of resident coyotes (five at last count) in the canyon we call home. The coyotes were not at all pleased with the change of access and the addition of another four legged creature in the area. That started a space conflict that has lasted for the past eight years.
But I must not get that far in front of myself. Eight years ago I was seventy-five (note: On this writing, I am now 85 years old so my dates don’t really match-up) and Tasha 2 was one year old. With a rather loose interpretation of the relationship of dog-years to people-years we could reach ninety years old about the same time. That definitely means that Tasha 2 is (if we make it) my last dog. We are right now talking ten years down that road and that means that I am 85and Tasha is sixty-three. Please pardon the interruption Tasha 2 just came to the office door to check on me. She fussed -- which she does a lot -- and then lay down in the doorway. Wherever I go next she is prepared to follow. Back to the story. With the last dog title I determined to make my relationship with her something of a person/pet experiment. The basic rules are these: Tasha will have total access to Wanda, me, and the house. Rule two:I will never speak loudly to the dog. Rule three: as much as possible keep a simple and consistent schedule for her. That is pretty much it and as we have all three grown to the lifestyle of those three simple rules many fun things have been added to the person/pet relationship. An application of rule three-- never feed Tasha from the table, but she is part of any snacks anywhere and any time in the house.
Here are just a few of the results. Total access means that the house is Tasha 2’s den. That means that the furniture in the house is part hers. Any member of the pact can move furniture but if you aren’t in the pact move furniture at your own risk.