Monday, July 28, 2014

Oreo Hair (or, Annie's Adoring Fan Club)

This is Annie the dog, from a hiking trip last year.
She is very large and very black and very fierce-looking. Coyotes, cats, lizards, men, women and children run in fear at the sight of her. She also refuses to pose well for the camera - doesn't see the point, I think. She's a hunting dog, not one of those silly show dogs! Annie is very intimidating; we call her our black shuck, although she's incredibly smooth and not shaggy. Here's an example of a black shuck:
That should give you nightmares!
 
Annie must have a kind of charisma, however, to go with all of that terror-mongering: Everywhere we go, most dogs immediately adore her. (The exception, of course, being the very territorial or very fearful.) Whatever size, whatever breed, they promptly want to play, sniff, submit - anything! Neighborhood dogs try to clamber over fences just to join her on our wonderful walks: There's Sugar the Boxer, Jenny the Black Lab, and (our names for them) Walter and Leo the Somethings.

Just these last couple of days, we met Olaf and Oreo. Olaf is a friend's miniature poodle, barely out of puppyhood, who loves everybody and everything and was convinced that he found a new playmate in Annie - though she was a little too stressed to play. And then, this morning, Oreo (a Pit-bull mix) jumped his fence and refused to go back. He said hello. He wagged! He barked! He wagged and barked and wriggled some more! He wanted to go walking with us, because he loves us. He loves me, he loves Annie - he really loves Annie! Annie is awesome! I really think he would have come all the way with us, doing whatever awesome thing we were doing. It took all my strength and dexterity just to shove him back over his fence to his distressed relations (I mean owner). In the process, of course, I got covered in Oreo-hair and Oreo-kisses (which is something I never thought I'd say), but he didn't mind.

In all of this, Annie just thought that he was little weird. Because that's how she is. She'll say hello, but she ignores other dogs for the most part - not even playing with them much. She just wants to make sure that they don't play with us; we're her people, and she hates it when other dogs steal us. It's funny. She has this adoring fan club of Oreos and Sugars and Olafs, picking them up wherever she goes, a following for Team Annie - she could head up her own pack if she wanted! But she doesn't think that way.

She's a hunting dog, after all. All those other dogs are just silly.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Days off...

I like days off. I don't think that I do them properly, because I always do work of some kind on them - dishes or laundry or gardening or other miscellanea. But even so, it's nice to have them. Sundays are my most common, of course; God built that one day off out of every seven into the very structure of humanity. I observe the Sabbath (not very well, I have to confess!) by 1 - not walking (which my dog thinks is highly irrational), 2 - not writing (not that you could tell the difference, unfortunately; I'm inconsistent in my chosen profession), 3 - not sewing or otherwise crafting (usually; one sometimes gets carried away in fits of creativity), 4 - doing less cooking, cleaning, dishes washing, or other chores (this never works out, but it's a good goal), and 5 - sleeping in.

Yesterday - to the delight of my dog - I made an exception to #1 and went for a family hike near Sandia Crest. This means that now I'm achy and my feet will be hurting later this week from having no off-day. But it's still definitely worth it to be out in God's creation. Beautiful! Splendid! Awesome! I even took pictures:

I love mountain slopes - and even climbing up them, if I'm feeling energetic which I wasn't yesterday.

And that's me, looking a little the worse for wear.

My camera takes fantastic close-up pictures, when it wants to. I love these little flowers!

Breath-taking!


Even more than mountain slopes, I love such quiet green glades as this. I wish I could stay here for hours!

This looks like a variety of foxglove - but wild, small, and very delicate. I should get a guide to wildflowers in the southwest - except that they are generally behind. I am constantly seeing new kinds of flowers - probably escaped from someone's garden - and the warm months have grown lovely, even in my desert neighborhood.
 
So we had a lot of fun, chased horned toads (which are actually lizards), desperately wanted to chase that squirrel (I'm speaking from Annie the dog's perspective), got bit by mosquitos, and recharged with frappucinos at the bottom of the mountain. A good day off! ****sigh of contentment****

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Patriotic Movies

It's almost two weeks since Independence Day. What was I saying about good intentions? But it's still July, after all, and it never hurts to think about what it took to get this nation started and the fine qualities which define it even now.

These are, of course, huge subjects. Gigantic, in fact. Libraries could be written on them. But I was thinking this July 4th about the patriotic movies that we like to watch, with interesting results; because my favorites are contemplations and commentaries in themselves.

Every year around the beginning of July, my family and I like to pull out a few classic patriotic movies - so often that it doesn't feel like 4th of July without them: "Independence Day," of course (too much explosion and stuff being destroyed - I avoid that one). A recent addition; "Captain America" (fun, though uninspired). "National Treasure" and "National Treasure: Book of Secrets" (these are actually surprisingly patriotic and carry a nice sense of history and nobility). And we might throw in a war movie - "Patton" this year, "The Patriot" (disappointing), one of the WWII greats (we're working through these slowly), and probably "Captain America" actually belongs here. And then there's "Sergeant York" and "Foreign Correspondent" - both with outright propaganda, that still works!

But then there are my two favorite of all Independence Day movies - the ones that really stir the mind and challenge the heart; "1776" and "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington".

"1776" is crass, crude, and bawdy in places. Back when it came out about 200 years ago, new film critic Roger Ebert disliked the way it tore down the Founding Fathers, not paying them the proper reverence. But this was wrong. It is well written and well researched, many lines drawn direct from letters that the men of the Continental Congress wrote and shaped into surprisingly powerful debates and songs. For, of all unlikely things, it is a musical about the writing and signing of the Declaration of Independence. It doesn't take itself too seriously, but at the same time realizes the importance and weight of the war that a young country was launching against a world power that ought to have destroyed it. An odd juxtaposition, but incredible.

"Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" almost takes the opposite extreme. It is set in the modern day (for its lasting relevance, 1939 still qualifies as modern day) and is about the petty business of politics rather than waging just wars. Back when it was released 2 years ago, critics, journalists, and actual politicians alike scorned it as being too cynical about the way our government works; while, ironically, in the increasingly tyrant-ruled countries of Europe welcomed its demonstration of democracy at work. And that, amazingly, is what it is - a screwball comedy about one naïve man against an overwhelming political puppet master - a dull lesson in parliamentary procedure with a  devastating stand for a lost cause at its heart. Somebody described it as having the structure and tone (if not the look) of a superhero movie, and so it has; Jefferson Smith is the superhero, a good man broken to his very core but who finds that core and that very brokenness strong enough to withstand.

Wow! Amazing movies. I'm inspired just writing about them! But I noticed an interesting commonality between them this year; they are both about the way our democracy works. They are about the right and duty of every man to stand and use his voice in governance, not for himself alone (certainly!) but "a little looking out for the other guy," as Mr. Smith would have it. They are about how lost causes are sometimes the only ones worth fighting for. About standing up for truth, justice, and the American way. About how, as Ben Gates in "National Treasure" said, "If there's something wrong, those who have the ability to take action have the responsibility to take action." Deep subjects for contemplation!

And maybe that's why, of all patriotic movies, these two are the best in my opinion. The war movies are good - like "Saving Private Ryan" (which I haven't seen), "The Longest Day", the John Waynes, explosions and blood. It's good to remember the men who have given their lives in defense of our country, especially on Memorial Day and Veterans' Day. But on the 4th of July, there is nothing better than to recall what made it up in the first place and is its very stuff and sinew even now.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Good Intentions...

They say that good intentions pave the road to hell. "They" say a lot of things. I'm not sure I trust "They". For instance, what do They mean? Good intentions generally? Or just the ones that don't produce anything good? Or is it like that other saying, People do right things for the right reason, right things for the wrong reason, wrong things for the right reason, etc.*? I have come to the conclusion that They must mean either good intentions that go nowhere, or good intentions that produce negative results far from the intent. But this is simplifying things, and leaves out all of those good intentions that succeed.

Take, for example, this blog. I have all sorts of good intentions simply bursting out of me, and every expectation of meeting each one! Etsy shop? Sure! Stocked with gorgeous, creative, charming objects to beautify any home, workspace, or Christmas tree? Um, well - sure; but just as soon as I finish making said objects and thoroughly researching every legal contingency of starting a business. Research? Actually, I'm terrible at research... Ok, well - Find a job? Yes! Just as soon as I've cleaned the house, planted the garden, made a new dress... Make a cherry pie for the first time ever? Of course! Easiest thing in the world! I've already sort of mastered strawberry rhubarb, and it probably won't matter if I change just one ingredient... Um, oops... Write the last few chapters of my novel before June 30? Ye- Uh, wait. Where did June go? it was here a minute ago! Ok - fine! 50,000 words in July for Camp NaNoWriMo? I can do that! What?! I'm already supposed to be at 10,000 words and I've only written 500?!? Ok - where's my pen?

Yeah, ok, well, good intentions are one thing. Sticking them through is another. Like New Years Resolutions that you can make any month.

Maybe I'll just make some chocolate chip cookies and get on with a little gardening. Yum!


*The "etc." of course goes for people who do wrong things for the wrong reason. These are, actually, probably few a far between. We consider the likes of Emperor Palpatine, who bribed Anakin and later (earlier?) Luke to come to the Dark Side with promises of doing good; but once there on the Dark Side, he simply reveled in evil. But I haven't met any Emperors in person; even the power-mad 2-year-olds that I've known are generally far too cute to be categorized with him!