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Today was a long day for Mr. Hobbs. I noticed that for the past couple of weeks, he’s been exceptionally thirsty. His bowl holds about 48 ounces of water, or about 1500 ml, or so. Normally it would take him about 2 days to empty it. This is normal, as the vet says about 1 ounce of water per pound. He weighs in at about 24 pounds (11 Kg), so 48 ounces in two days is about right. Lately, he’s been consuming it at about 4x that rate. Two bowls per day!!! Naturally, this causes him to have to go to the bathroom very frequently.

I had also noticed that his fur was getting wet around his belly and hind legs. At first I thought that he was licking himself a lot, but then didn’t see the truth in that. Upon closer inspection, I found out that he was ‘leaking’. It was urine. He was consuming so much water that his bladder couldn’t hold it. Also, during his walks this week, he was lagging behind considerably after only a block or two. I knew something was very wrong.

This morning, I took him to the vet. I did a walk-in. They saw him right away, did an examination, took blood and urine, and pronounced that he had canine diabetes! His blood sugar level was 652. Normal range for dogs is about 73-123. The doctor referred me to a specialist.

We returned home and waited for the specialist to call. They called about an hour later and set us up for an appointment at 2:30 PM. We took the appointment. Hobbs was a super trooper, trying to ‘regulate’ while he was there, you know, take charge. For such a super duper bad guy, he sure needed some coaxing to go with the doctor when it was time for his exam.

After the exam, the doctor told me that we needed to get him started on his insulin regimen this evening. She prescribed insulin and a special type of canned dog food to mix with his regular food.

When we left, Hobbs, who is usually all excited to jump in the car and search the floorboards for food, simply looked up at me and waited for me to pick him up. He was tired. Too much activity for one day.

We drove home, I dropped him off, filled the prescription, came home, fed him, and gave him his first insulin shot … of many. He’ll need it for the rest of his life. He’s my buddy and I’ll be taking care of him. He’s taken care of me plenty of times when I was down in the dumps. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor! :)

He’s eaten. His belly is full. He’s taking his nap right now, a much needed nap.

 

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I must say that I am very fortunate to have picked a career, software development, that I really love. It’s made for a very cool 27 years of work experience. Of course, if I were to pick something else to do, it would probably be photography.

I met the gentleman pictured here at the Farmer’s Market, yesterday. He’s not a farmer, that I know of, he’s a craftsman. I only spent a few moments with him as I saw him doing work on this etching for one of his customers.
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When I walked over, I focused on him and he stood up and smiled. I asked him to continue his work, as I wanted to get a photo of him doing what he likes to do. That led to a short conversation about work. He said that he was a Certified Public Accountant for 20 or so years, but he felt ‘trapped’. He decided to quite, change his lifestyle, and carve wood for living, which is what he does now. I love those kinds of stories.

He asked me: Do you love photography? I said: Yes, sir! He said: Do you think about it all of the time. I said: From the time I get up until the time that I go to sleep! He said: I’ll bet you’re really good at it, too. I said: I suppose I am, thank you. :)

I asked him how long he’d been working with wood: “Since I was a boy. My dad was a carpenter and I’ve always liked to work with wood!”. So, there you have it, a lifelong dream fulfilled.

Although I spent only a few moments with him, I was glad to have met him. I think that I’ll see him again when I make back to the market. Perhaps I’ll even find a piece of his work that I’d like to own.

 

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Fresh and yummy!
I’ve lived in Charlotte since June of 2004. I heard about the Farmer’s Market when I first got here and made myself a promise that ‘one day’ I would go to the market and pick up some things. Well, time has a way of marching on and when I woke up this morning, Saturday, September 24th, I decided that today is the day that I go to the market!

I looked outside and it was dreary and rainy. I decided that that wouldn’t stop me today. I was going! I got dressed, grabbed my camera, and headed out the door. I found the market easily. It’s about 20 minutes from my home. When I pulled in I noticed the four large areas housing various vendors. As I parked my car, the devil began beating his wife. That is from a saying that when it raining and the sun shining, it means that the devil is beating his wife. :) I wonder what she did to make him mad. LOL.

Anyway, on with the story. I headed into the nearest area where I saw all kinds of fruits, vegetables, herbs, spices, etc. You name it. They had it. I took a few pictures, bought some apples and some kale, took a few more pictures, and walked around a bit. I was conflicted. Take pictures or shop? Kind of hard to do both. I was about to take the little stuff that I had to the car and stopped at Bill’s stall. I found out his name a bit later. I’ll tell you how. Bill had a nice watermelon cut open with a knife sticking in it. I thought that that would make a nice ‘Farmer’s Market’ photo, personifying the market. You know fresh produce and all that. The nice thing here is that most everything is available to sample! I tasked some good apples, today.

As I took the photo of the watermelon and the knife, I hear someone from my right say:

Well, now that you took the picture you have to buy some!
~Marsha

I turned around this lady, who introduced herself as Marsha let me know that Bill, the owner of this stall, had the best peaches, tomatoes, onions, and watermelon of anyone out here and that she should know because she’s been coming out here for 20 years or so, every Saturday! :)
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I introduced myself and asked her where I could find some ginger. She said: I’ll show you where to get ginger from if you promise to buy something from Bill. I told her that I had already planned to. She led me to the ginger. I got some fresh ginger for $5.00 for the bunch. Lots of ginger complete with stalks and leaves. The lady who sold it even told me how to prepare it, store it, and make tea with it. Nice! I then made good on my promise to purchase something from Bill: Peaches, tomatoes, and onions. I had to make a trip to the car to store my bounty.

When I came back, Marsha was waiting for me. She took me around to all of her favorite vendors, from those selling herbs all the way to those selling organic mushrooms and grass-fed beef, neither of which I purchased … today. I saw a good looking brisket that I think that I may have to purchase next time around.

I even stopped by her son’s booth to purchase some fresh cilantro. Next, we headed into the arts and crafts barn where I got to see some impressive hand-made crafts. I even bought a couple of baskets to store my onions and potatoes. Now they won’t look so out of place hanging out on the counter.

As I type this I am brewing some ginger leaf tea and am quite satisfied with the rye bread, goat cheese, and tomato sandwich that I had, all made with stuff that I bought from the market. The home baked rye bread is delicious as are the tomatoes and the fresh goat cheese with four kinds of peppercorns! Yumm!

Well, Harris Teeter, sorry to have to let you go, but from now on, I’ll be buying my fruits and veggies from the Farmer’s Market. The prices are better, the people are cool, I can get stuff that’s in-season and not trucked across the country, and there are many photographic opportunities to be had.

As for what it is that I love … I love to meet friendly new people who just love to have a conversation with a complete stranger. I would imagine that if I go to the market every week to get my stuff that I’ll be running into Marsha again. That was cool! I think that, even though it took me a long time to get there, I picked just the right day to go!

 

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I was sitting in the Atlanta airport on Thursday morning waiting for my connection to Akron. I was dressed appropriately for Charlotte weather. I had on shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. It was quite comfortable. When I sat down in the terminal in Atlanta, I noticed that it was very cold in the terminal. So, I sought out a place to get warm. Fortunately, there are lots of windows in the Atlanta airport, some of them facing east.

I moved to a seat next to the the window where I could feel the heat from the sun radiate through that same window, watch the planes come and go, and get a bit warmer. After I had sat at the window for a short while a couple came up and sat in the seats opposite me, for the same reason. They commented that they were from Oregon and had been in Atlanta for about a week and it just so happened that this week had been a bit chilly, about the same as what they would get in Oregon, save for one really hot day in the 90′s and another moderate day in the upper 70′s.

We sat and talked about the differences between Atlanta, GA and Portland, OR, both of them saying that they wouldn’t mind living in Georgia. We also talked about NASCAR, as I noticed that her husband had on a NASCAR had emblazoned with the number “3″, Dale Earnhardt, his favorite driver.

It was fun to watch the conversation between this couple. They seem like they had been married for quite a while and it was easy to see who was in charge. She, at one point, chided him for his selection of clothes, saying that he had to have the most flamboyant and mismatched clothes in the airport. He had on a NASCAR had, a college football t-shirt, and his carry-on bag had a baseball theme. Truly a man ready for most any sport. Also, the colors didn’t match. :) He simply, smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said: Big deal. We’re traveling home. We’re not going out to a fancy restaurant! I liked his style! LOL I was able to share pictures from my NASCAR experience with them. We all got a laugh out of that. They loved the photo of the ‘lady’ flipping the bird to one of the drivers.

Eventually, she told him to go find a restroom and use it because it was almost time to board the plane. He did as he was told. Further, she added: If you find one of those smoking rooms, make sure you make it back, or I’ll leave you here smoking yourself to death and I’ll head on home!!! After he left, she said: He knows that I don’t approve of smoking, but he does it anyway. He won’t quit!

Well, he made it back in time for the flight. They left. I continued to enjoy my place in the sun, sitting atop my ‘rock’ and sunning. I did notice how the loud that airport was with the constant recorded security announcements every minute, gate announcements, carts buzzing and beeping here and there, people talking, incessant chatter of the television stuck on CNN, and general din of the terminal, but I still enjoyed that time between flights chatting it up with someone that I’d never met before and probably will not see again.

On the way back, today, it was great seeing that they airport was stuffed with passengers even though it was the 10th anniversary of 9/11. Great that people didn’t get scared and stay at home!

 

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L-R: Bill, Robert, Jim, and Paul
It is really amazing, to me, how we can not see someone for a really long time, say about 30 years, and just pick right up where we left off. This weekend, I am in Akron, Ohio, doing my yearly visit. Thanks to Facebook, Jim saw my post about visiting and rallied the troops together so that we could have a small reunion.

I didn’t go to high school with these guys, but did work with all of them at York Steak House around 1981 – 1982, or so. I had seen Robert a couple of years ago during my visit, or was it last year? :) I hadn’t seen Bill or Jim since I left York Steak House in 1982, so 29 years ago.

We had a good conversation and shared fond memories of our fellow employees that we worked with at that time. All told we spent almost 2 hours chatting and having a good time. It was like, at least for me, like we had never parted ways. Of course, we all had families, kids, and an adult life, but it just felt so comfortable to be with them again.

We had a waitress-in-training. Her name was Amber. She was kind enough to take this photo of us after I loaned her my iPhone. The nice thing about having a youngster do it is that they probably know the technology better than you and so there is no training issue. She even knew that I could ‘turn the camera around’ at the press of a button. I told her that I knew that, but wanted her to take the photo. :)

Anyway, it was a good time and next year I promised to give more notice so that we might recruit a few more people from the days of York to join us!

 

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It’s the end of summer already. Here in the US, the summer season is usually demarcated by two holidays, one on either side of the summer. Memorial Day happens on the last Monday of May, and Labor Day, the first Monday in September. Rates go up for rental properties at the beach on Memorial Day and start their decline after Labor Day. Barbecue grills get cleaned off at the beginning of the season, and are cleaned and, for the most part, stowed away at the end.

I remember that, while I lived in Charleston, SC, the beaches became noticeably less crowded after Labor Day. That was a great time of the year because it was still warm, sometimes quite warm, and all of the tourist had gone home or, if they were planning a beach vacation, were thinking of Florida, not South Carolina.

When I was in elementary school, we’d start our school year after Labor Day and it was a tradition, seemingly, with most teachers that we’d have to share, aloud, with each other about what we did this summer. The usual talks would center around vacation and summer camps.
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As I look back on this summer, I can hardly believe that:

  • I went to Australia and back.
  • I saw my older son, Pedro, get married.
  • I took my younger son, Tony, to begin his life in college.
  • I made a couple of trips to the mountains to The Blue Ridge Parkway as well as to Dupont State Forest to see some waterfalls.
  • I saw my first ever double rainbow.
  • I got to see some live jellyfish for the first time. I’d seen live jellyfish in the aquarium and seen dead ones on the beach, but not live ones swimming in the water.
  • I introduced my friend, James, to Charleston, SC

This weekend, I finished off the summer season by taking my friend, James, for an overnight stay in Charleston. James is a huge history buff and was just quite pleased with all of the history to be found in Charleston, dating back to times before the Revolutionary War, prior to our gaining independence from England back in 1776. No, this is no history as old as European history, but it’s pretty far back for us. It was cool to see the look on his face as he got to touch canon from the civil war, see a church that George Washington visited, and walk the halls of a slave mart where our ancestors were sold into slavery. It was a pretty engaging visit. We even took time to do a bit of Tai Chi on the beach. :) While we were doing it, a lady walked by with her friends and said:

Alright fellas! Go ahead and get your Tai Chi on!

What a great way to end the summer. Today, Labor Day, it’s raining. A great day for reading.

Looking back, I can say that it has been one heck of a summer!

 

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Sometimes you have to stand before the mirror and have a nice long look. I just came back from reading Tom’s blog post entitled: Focus. Tom, like me, does not have a television and he’s found life without it much more enjoyable, as have I. When I started reading his post, he talked about how he removed the Facebook application from his phone. Immediately, I thought of that too …

In the days before I had an iPhone, I had just a phone. It couldn’t access the web, or e-mail. It simply did calls and sent and received texts. Pretty low tech. In February of this year, when the iPhone came to Verizon, I bit. I got one, thinking that it might be pretty cool to have a good camera and a GPS, etc. I didn’t realize, at the time, how far down the rabbit hole one could go with the various applications.

When I first installed the FB application, I got all kinds of notifications. My phone would beep, buzz, and chirp incessantly. I figured out, quickly, how to reduce the number of notifications and keep it to a ‘reasonable’ level. That said, and this is the mirror looking part, I feel almost compelled to see who said what when I get a FB notification, even though they don’t come all that frequently, now. This is, to me, a particularly disturbing thought that I want to check even when I am having a conversation with someone. It’s almost a call and response reflex.

After I read the first sentence of his post and how he removed his FB application. I immediately went to my phone, removed FB, Twitter, and G+. Mind you, all of these are on my computer as well, but it was a nice reminder, reading his post, that these things can certainly wait until I get home, by myself. It’s much more important to be there, in the moment, with whomever you are with than to respond to a silly buzz on a phone. Sure. I could ignore, but it’s best not to be interrupted at all.

Tom, thanks for the reminder!

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