Monday, February 23, 2009

Where Am I and Am I Still Me?

Identity. It is the makeup of our size, weight, complexion, hair and eye color. It is the compostion of our personalities. Bubbly, shy, humorous, overbearing, intelligent, snob, pervert, or cantankerous. There are lots of adjectives that could be added to this list. Identity. Later on in life our identity comes as being 'Little Joe or Suzie's Mother. Or 'so and so's' wife. Perish the thought when we become 'the old lady down the street'. Identity. Someone got access to my hubby's credit card number a few years ago. My hubby being a white male and the thief was a black female.The bank goofed up in letting this go through. The 3 numbers on the back of the card were incorrect, She charged over $800.00 on his bank card. I caught it the next day, called my bank and the money was returned to his account. I tracked her down from New Mexico to Pennsylania through telephone calls that showed up on her charges. I reported it to the bank and the sheriff department. She had her nerve. I felt as if someone has snuck in our home and stolen his underware and was wearing it. Identity. I make fun of people that lose things such as their keys. How could anyone be so careless. I am always so careful to put things back. I am organized. Whoops! Guilty I am. Last Tuesday I was going to the Hair Salon, Beauty Shop, or what every is the political correct word now. Could not find my wallet. Was not in my purse or the other 2 places I put it when I want to hide it. Had Hubby searching with me. Time was running out. Had to go. I was really having a bad hair day. Hubby gave me his bank card and shoved me out the door. Idenity. Here I am driving on the highway. No identity. It was all in that little green wallet.
Driver's license, hospitalization card with my social security number in it. A list of my medications. Next of kin information. One credit card and my bank card. The last check that I had. New ones were on the way via the post office. A little cash. I felt completely void of myself. I thought how silly. I am still me. But it didn't feel the same. What if I get stopped by a policeman? What if I am involved in a wreck? I have no name. Identity. We are made up of all the above plus numbers. Date of birth, date of marriage, social security number, home phone and cell number. Drivers license number. Credit card numbers and expiration dates. I really felt abandoned and lost. While sitting under the dryer at the hair salon. It came to me. In the glass cabinet, second shelf from the bottom, in the red bowl. Had put it there the night before so I wouldn't have to carry my purse to Church. Sure enough. Got back home and there I was. I was a person again. Not lost, just misplaced.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Sam the Cat

It was time for Sam to move to a new home. He showed up about a year ago at our family's Rock House. This is the original home on the ranch that was built in 1938. The occupants at the time of Sam's residency were kind hearted. They fed Sam and two other homeless felines that had been left by the previous occupants. The last people living at the Rock House went to all the trouble of erecting a feeding platform about 5 feet up a tree. This was to insure the cats could eat without the noses of our sheep guard dogs pushing them away. But the last occupants moved away to a new home of their own about 5 miles away. Every morning on their way to work they would faithfully go by and feed the cats. The two mauve persian pussy cats would ramble among the kind hearted neighbors freeloading what every they could get. But Sam stayed at the Rock House. He slept either in the barn or the deserted garage without any comfort at all. So Sam had no other choice. The homeless shelter for cats was being closed down.
Sam was physically moved by me and transported via our 84 Ford truck to my home. The journey was all of two tenths of a miles across a bumpy pasture. Sam did not like the ride. He protested by letting me know that he was very uneasy about this trip. He rode on my left shoulder howling and looking out the window.
I put Sam in a four by four foot dog cage for 2 days and nights. He didn't seem to mind as long as his former favorite food was in abundance and fresh water was supplied. He slept in a 55 gallon plastic barrell stuffed with hay.
On the third day I let Sam out. He stayed 4 days and took off across the pasture, up his food tree and was eating left over cat food. I brought him home again. And he has stayed this time. He loves his new home. He sleeps on the glider or in a box stuffed with pillows on a chair under our porch. His food is close by. He drinks from the bird bath even though he has fresh water next to his food. He pottys in the daffodil bed. He sleeps all day and guard the house at night. He is so loveable. Sam is thirty inches long. I tried to weigh him but he wiggled too much. I think he weighs a little over six pounds. He is orange and white.
Our dog Rip is a little jealous but so far Rip is a good porch mate. The only trouble comes from down the hill. My grandson's Jack Russell dog Shocker loves to chase Sam up the back yard trees. I fuss at Shocker and yell at him to go home. He obeys only to return in a couple of days. One day Shocker came up and was going to inspect Sam while he was taking a bath on the glider. Shocker was met with a loud hiss and ten claws on his snout. Needless to say the chasing of Sam of the tree is over.
It is good to have a cat again.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

New Beginnings

Welcome to my new blog Lipstick To Go. I hope my friends will read my blog and comment on my ramblings on. Let me know if you can find this blog. My previous blog was deleted by grimlings living in my computer. You know those little misfits that live in all our computers. If this works I will send you the front page of the blog that was deleted. Have a good day.