The Daily EO: July 4th, 2012

I’m not a hunter.  It’s just something that I don’t want to do on many fronts.  Nobody in my family ever hunted and nobody in my husband’s family either.  I am not against hunting – in season, for purpose (that doesn’t include trophies) and within guidelines that protect people and the species hunted.   Removing all ethical considerations, I can understand the satisfaction found in the successful challenge of tracking and accurately hitting a bullseye.   So, I sit in the middle of the fence – it is not something I want to do, but I respect responsible hunters’ right to hunt for food  – especially if it is part of their culture – such as in our Inuit and Native communities here in Canada.  I just don’t want to myself.  Just like I don’t really want to know where bacon comes from.

I am a bit squeamish.  I don’t want to see death or blood, or know that my actions caused the death and blood.  You’d think this would carry through to my “family” as well, but frankly when Beavis shows up with yet another chipmunk in his teeth – I am really proud of him.  After all, he started out as an indoor condo cat – who didn’t go outside willingly until he was 8 years old.  And he is tied up on his leash – a long one granted – but restrictive.

Beavis doesn’t even eat the chipmunks – which I am really thankful for because I don’t want to have to clean up the guts (see squeamish above).  I really think he thinks that they are playing together.  (if you can consider sharp teeth sinking into your abdomen “playing”).  The play date eventually becomes less fun.  So then he tosses the poor fellows in the air assumingly for resuscitation purposes.  Bored, eventually Beavis just wanders off in search of new cat chores to perform.  But not before he sits near his kill for a while with an aura of smugness.  I am sure that it is smugness.  It couldn’t be shame.  I should condemn him for it, but I seem to be just proud

July 4th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Reduction of the chipmunk population in a 20 metre circle in our back yard.  Excuse me now, I have to go bury a chipmunk.

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The Daily EO: June 4th, 2012

We have a clothesline that runs across our backyard.  We don’t use it because well, first off the sun doesn’t hit it, and secondly it’s pretty high (I couldn’t hand the clothes without standing on something) and thirdly, I hang to dry anything I want to in our laundry room.  Nobody really wants to see your bloomers while they drive by either.

Our cat is scared of vacuums, brooms, his travel box, people touching his paws and “The Hand”.  The hand is some hand position that Emile used to play with him as a kitten.   He is not afraid of his reflection, strangers or  motor vehicles.  He was kept in an apartment for his formative years, and perhaps that is why he does not recognize cars as a frightening.  In fact, he sees the roadway as a terrific place to loll, roll and warm his body.  Who doesn’t love some nice warm pavement.  So, as much as he likes outside now, we can’t let him out unfettered because he thinks that brooms will hurt him and cars will not.  You can’t argue with a cat.

We have a leash for him – and I am sure his cat friends tease him – and we do use it to let him out to sniff the bushes and do cat chores.  However, he has figured out that clockwise is the opposite of counter-clockwise.  So, often, I’ll find him stuck in one place, timidly taking a step and getting the same resulting pull on his neck.

With our clothesline, Emile designed a neat contraption.  The end of the leash attaches to the line so Beavis can walk back and forth across the backyard increasing his mobility by about 5 times.  And he doesn’t get tangled up around poles anymore.  He strolls back and forth, sniffing this, sniffing that and coming to the door when he is ready let in. I undo the leash and he strolls in the house.   He doesn’t like the leash, but he likes being outside more.  So we compromise – and it’s been working for a couple of years.

When he wants in, he comes to the door and stands there until someone notices, undoes the leash and lets him in (after all, this is where is washroom is).  Today, he wanted out, so he frolicked in the grass for a while and then presented himself at the door.  I undid his leash so he could wander in the house and he made a break for it!

June 4th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Outsmarted by a cat.

The Daily EO: May 6th, 2012

Part of the learning I had from the dietician we visited last week was to try to do all of your exercise at one time in the day.  Your body starts off by burning carbohydrates, then moves on to burning fat after that.  If you do little spurts, you probably will not burn as much fat if you completed it all at a time.  This caused my husband – who just last week nodded his head in agreement of my assessment of endurance runners as crazy – to increase his running distance to 10K.    But both Saturday and Sunday, he ran 10K (only walking a couple of laps).   Now I think he is crazy too.

This lead me to change the way that I do exercise too.  Often, I would do two or three bouts of working out in a day as I accomplished other things.  Sunday, I completed 66 minutes of cardio/strength training followed directly by a 3K run.  This was not fun, but I’ll try it to see if it garners better results for me.

I choose to run on a side road out here near my house.  The local tracks are great, but the continuous round and round – I think I am going to tip over sometimes.  And I lose count.  (How hard is it to count to 12.5 or 25?)  No only that – it was a nice spring day out – people were out.  When I run with other people around, I don’t want them to see me stop or collapse.  So I push myself to go a bit further around the bend until the people are out of sight.  It is effective.

I do not trust dogs.  Several of you have dogs and you know that I rarely touch them (they smell) and I don’t like to be close to them.  I think it is because I could be seriously injured or killed by a dog.  I know, I know . ..  you will all say to me. . . “Buttons here is so gentle, so well trained”, but the fact remains if Buttons decided to use his teeth and weight to attack me, I would be maimed.  My cat often decides to attack me and it is generally futile – he doesn’t have the strength to be able to seriously injure me beyond a deadly case of cat scratch fever.    I was assaulted by a Doberman while swimming in Fairy River a couple of years ago.  He wanted to play, but in water over my head he was much too strong for me.  I was badly scratched on my legs and I was certain I was going to drown.    The dog was not on a leash nor was he trained well enough to return to his owner when called.  (Please note, I did not engage this dog in any way except being in the same beach area.)  That was one of the most terrifying events of my life.

I am not writing this to say that dogs are evil, or dogs should be destroyed, but I do believe that a dog must be trained and kept on a leash (if not at home).  For the dog’s safety as well as mine.  Bottom line: if my cat wanted to kill me, he’d probably have to sneak into my bed and put arsenic in my mouth.  If a dog wanted to kill me, most wouldn’t need arsenic.

So, I am nervous around dogs – big and small (they are all dogs).  While I ran down the street, I passed a house where everyone was gathered at the foot of the driveway in lawn chairs.  Why do people sit in the front of their property like that?  When I ran by, all FOUR of their dogs started chasing me and barking at me.  They did not return home when their owners called them.  It was frightening, and I burned some more fat by bumping up the pace trying to outrun their territory.

May 6th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:   Running down the street with four tiny little yappy dogs (mini yorkshire terriers?) barking their hearts out at me.  I was frightened and felt ridiculous about feeling frightened.  Afterall, wearing other clothes I could have been an heiress with my accessory dogs on Rodeo Drive.

Maintenance May Day 6:
Agreed to have my résumé presented to another employer by a recruiter.  (Career)