Sunday, September 23, 2018

JASMINE HAS AN AVOCATION


Avocation:  something a dog does in addition to a principal occupation, especially for pleasure; hobby


Jasmine has a busy, doggy life.  She goes on a minimum of three walks a day, during which she can dig for ground squirrels to her terrier-heart's content, chase and bark at tree squirrels, snack on any delectables that come her way, jump up on any stump or log she comes across in hopes of getting a treat from Ron, and greet any other walkers in a friendly way.  At home she eats, naps in her choice of dog-pillowed or rug areas, plays with and gnaws on her tug toy, chases flies and wasps and eats them, lies around in the yard, moving from sun to shade as desired and checks with us regularly to see if we might like to do something with her; maybe take another walk???  Like all our dogs, she has been taught basic obedience commands-sit, down, come, stay- and Ron and I each invoke them as necessary.






 Ron taught Jasmine, Gypsy, and the neighbor dog Addie to jump on a log for a treat.  


I have discovered that the longer hikes I do with Sue and Gypsy don't suit Jasmine.  Her coat is woolly and hot, and she prefers bursts of intense speed and activity alternated with a slower pace rather than the long, slow distance of hikes.  Because Gypsy does well with LSD, she accompanies Sue and I while Jasmine stays home.

This past spring, Sue expressed an interest in introducing her young German Shepard Sabre to Agility training.  Many years ago, I had done an Agility class with our dog Tessie, and had acquired some of the equipment.  I realized this would be a nice activity for Jasmine and I to share, and offered to join Sue in classes. 

Here's the deal with Agility:  it's very equipment intensive, and the equipment is large, heavy, expensive, and takes up a lot of space when it's set up.  As Agility has become more popular, local clubs have formed and the club invests in the competition-sized equipment set up in a permanent location for members to share.  Trainers who offer classes have smaller, more manageable training-sized equipment in their yards for teaching purposes.  As dogs advance, training moves to the club's competition equipment. 

Here's another deal with Agility:  if you're interested in getting in to the competitive side of Agility, you need to pick a dog with a level of mental drive that will be a constant challenge in your daily life (read: a little nutty), and who has the physical conformation for speed and flexibility.  Border Collies are commonly used; the trainer I go to has a poodle she's winning with.  Jasmine doesn't have these qualities.  However, what she does have is plenty of intelligence, a willingness to learn (especially when treats are involved!), and a desire to be busy.   It was never my intention to compete with Jasmine, but to challenge her in an enjoyable way and give she and I something to do together. 

As it turned out, Sabre needed a little more maturity to be ready for the class environment and had to discontinue his training.  Jasmine, who is 3 years old and has that good foundation of obedience training (not necessary for Agility training, but it sure makes life easier!) did exceedingly well. You could say she was the star of the class and be right!  So well that we took all three levels of classes that were available this season.   We're going to do a couple of private lessons so we can go more in depth with a couple of things that were just introduced, keep training 'til the snow flies, and pick it up again next spring with more advanced classes.

Despite my best retired intentions not to acquire things....well, if a person is going to be able to practice at home what they learned in class, a certain amount of equipment has to be involved.  As mentioned above, I already had some of the equipment and was able to make-do for some more.  I did end up acquiring a couple more pieces.  Lots of training-level equipment can be made with pvc pipe, and since Mr. Make-It lives at our house, he was easily able to use plans available on line to make what I decided I couldn't live without.  At this point, all my training is done on our deck.  At some point I'll probably go to the local park, but see above comments about size, weight and amount of equipment. 

Here's what Jasmine is learning:


 Jumps (Ron made 'em the first go-round with Tessie).





Tunnel (purchased).  Gypsy has some experience with the tunnel and didn't want to be left out.





They each earned a treat going through the tunnel for a picture!




Barrel  (make-do with a trash can).  We start in front of the barrel and at my command Jasmine runs around it and back to me.




Dog walk (make-do with cement blocks and two boards from obedience jumps).  This is a training setup.  Here's what it looks like in competition.  

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Teeter totter (newly purchased board, make-do with cement blocks). Looks similar to the dog walk, but the board is set on a fulcrum and tips down as she walks across it. Again, a training set up, and Jasmine's least favorite by far-she doesn't like the teetering board!  Treats help.  Private lessons will include how to work more with this one.  Here's the competition look:

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Tire jump (purchased, though Ron could have made it).  Pretty sure there was a squirrel in Jasmine's line of sight! 




Pause box (Ron made it).  In competition, this is a table upon which they have to come to a screeching halt and sit.  

 

Weave Poles (Ron just made 'em).  This is another one for which I want some private lesson work.


Here's what a class looks like in the trainer's back yard:



The first piece of equipment, called an A-Frame, is NOT one I want to acquire.  Too big.  Too heavy. 


I don't know where this journey is going to take Jasmine and me.  It could go no further than my deck or the local park.  If it happened that at some point we could be involved in a non-competitive fun-run type event, I'd be willing to try that.  In the meantime, we're both enjoying it a lot, and Jasmine continues to learn and do well.  That's a strong enough stand for staying with a Good Thing. 



Monday, September 17, 2018

It's So Nice To Have Both Ends of the Spectrum


Ron and I made our annual trip to NE a few weeks ago.  Yep, still so green it hurts your eyes.  Yep, visited the Museum of Nebraska Art for some culture.

My favorite parts require some background.  Last year when we visited, Uncle Dwane had recently made a necessary and permanent move from his home in Sumner to one of the local nursing homes in Kearney.  Though he was handling it well, he clearly had many feelings around his new situation, not all of them happy.  Over the course of the first part of the year, he was working through a list of things he wanted to do; that he considered them to be for the last time was palpable.

Historically, he and my Aunt Elsie were well known locally for their hymn singing, and were requested for weddings, funerals and such events.  Among the activities he chose last year was a singing performance at his church in Sumner.  With this in mind, I told him that if he wanted, I could learn the piano accompaniment to some of the hymns he knew, and next time I came I'd play and he could sing.  He liked the idea.   I went to his house and found a couple of the books he'd sung from and took them to him.  He wanted to keep his copies, so I checked on-line and found there were still copies floating around that I would be able to purchase.  I asked him which songs he'd like to sing.  He chose a couple, then said, "You choose the rest."  I agreed, and asked him how many he wanted me to prepare.  "Oh, about ten," he answered.  Holy smokes!  At the time, I was not long into my most recent iteration of pianism, and this was a big bite to chew.  However, I'd made the offer and was good for it.  I found and purchased the two books (Etsy again!).  Learning and practicing commenced.


As this year's visit approached, I realized Dwane wouldn't be able to read the lyrics in the original books, so I experimented with some fonts, found the largest that would keep the words on not-too-many-pages, typed them up, and mailed them to him so he'd have them ahead of time if he wanted.

I'd asked Ron to come along both to visit with Dwane and to record some of the songs on our phones.  The first morning we arrived, Dwane greeted us, then immediately invited us to the recreation room where the piano was.  He knew which chair he wanted to sit in, which little table would be right to lay the music out so he could see it, where the plug in for the electric piano was.  He was READY TO SING!

What an absolute pleasure it was for both of us!  Dwane was very appreciative; I found myself to be in that treasured position of receiving as much as I gave. We were able to get together three different days, and each day his voice improved.  The last day he decided he was in good enough voice to perform in the dining room for lunch.  Please enjoy this as much as we and the diners did:







The other favorite part of our visit was meeting the newest member of the family.  Born in May to nephew Sean and his Constant Companion Leslie, Ezra Robert:

Reported to be as consistently happy as he is in the above, he's a doll in person.  He joins his step-brother Jack.




Wait....is that Ezra singing????







We're lucky to be able to enjoy the spectrum: those older than us still finding pleasure in favorite activities; those newer than us with their lives full of any possibility.



"If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors.  All of them are alive in this moment.  Each is present in  your body.  You are the continuation of each of these people."

                                                                                                                                 Thich Nhat Hahn 



Sunday, September 9, 2018

WHAT HAS CHANGED




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Change can be a choice, which doesn't make it comfortable in its execution.  I chose to close the chapter on my caged birds. 

Though I still enjoyed them, I decided I'd had a good run with birds and wanted to use the not-insignificant time spent caring for them exploring other interests.  It was an emotional decision, and I discussed it with Ron over and over, making sure it was a correct decision.  It was.  Happy ending included. A man from St. Johns was in Flagstaff for the day taking care of business and happened upon my ad on Craig's list.  He came for one bird as a companion for a couple of birds he had at home, and ended up with all the birds (10, I think) the cage, the stand, and as much miscellaneous bird clutter as would fit in his full-size pickup.  Boy, did his birds get a surprise!  

Change can be forced upon us.  We said good-bye to Maggie after lengthy treatment for rheumatoid arthritis.  



Change forced upon us can have a flip side, and in this case, we had the opportunity to welcome Jasmine:

If you were to say dogs don't get any cuter than this, you'd be right!  Jasmine has been a joy for us, and a good companion for Gypsy.  She's a terrier mix, and fits this description from dogtime.com to a tee: "...a dog with an alert gaze, a powerful drive to hunt and dig, the typical high terrier energy level, and a good-natured personality...intelligent, loyal, fearless, loving, and determined...".  She has several opportunities daily to indulge in hunting, digging, and general exercise in the forest where we walk our dogs, so has been very manageable. 


The loft has changed to meet new needs.  The area where the birdcage was stayed unused for over a year.  I put a chair in the corner to fill up some of the empty space, but I mostly let it rest until its new purpose presented itself.  Which it did, in this way:  for several years I've been going to a local chiropractor/physiotherapist/trainer for what started out as injury treatment and has grown to include an overall strength and conditioning program.  As the nature of the strength and conditioning evolved, Ron's unused sets of kettle bells and resistance tubes made their way to me and what with the other gear I had accumulated,  I found I needed a committed space.  Thus was born the "Girl Gym".  


It takes up just a corner.  A sturdy black rubber horse stall mat protects the floor. And being the "girl" of the name (what, you think it should be old woman, old dame, old lady, old broad, old bag...??? I like the double G's and I'm sticking to Girl!) I asked Ron to spray-paint the kettle bells so they'd look nice (girly).  The resistance tubes come that way.

The Girl Gym displaced my violin practice area, which in turn nicely filled the area where the bird cage had been. 



Reflecting my musical interests, I found these three pictures on Etsy by way of the Ukraine (gotta love the WWW!) for the wall to the right in the picture.  







I see there's quite a bit of real reflection in the glass of these pictures...well, a snapshot is what it is!

Here's the whole wall.  The red scarf was a gift from a Chinese table-tennis playing friend of Ron's and serves as a dust cover for the violin.  




Ron's been plenty busy in the yard.

A pergola,


a bridge to replace an arbor that had seen better days,





this fantastic pagoda,




a repurposed bed frame gifted by my brother Mark,




and bird yard-art.




Lastly, our Little Red Truck, a 1993 Toyota pickup I bought new, gave up the ghost.  This photo, the only one we happen to have access to, is from an article in the newsletter of a group Ron volunteered with that featured these two similar workhorse vehicles owned by Ron and another volunteer.


Source:  Friends of Northern Arizona Forests July 2017 Newsletter


It certainly gave its best to us.  Our mechanic told us the engine repairs needed weren't worth their cost.  We were able to sell it to someone in Camp Verde who rebuilds engines, so it did get another go-round.  We replaced it with its 2013 cousin, which Ron has been driving with the greatest pleasure:





"Everything comes to pass, nothing comes to stay."

---Matthew Flickstein