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Dudley Doesn't Feel Well

~Above: Dudley after his veterinarian visit~

Dudley is a guinea pig who has red skin with some sores from scratching. He has been having seizes. The veterinarian checked him for mites and gave him a shot and we have been giving him oatmeal baths, got him a new cage and hypo allergenic bedding. Nothing seems to be helping him. He gets a little better but doesn't seem to recover. We won't give up on you little fella.

March 21, 2011
Update Dudley. He still isn't doing well. The vet prescribed him some medicated shampoo which he has been getting bathed in for a week now. It doesn't seem to help. I seriously don't think the vet knows what to do. I got him some Bag Balm and it was warmed up and put all over him. After four weeks of scratching, bleeding, crying and having convulsions, he instantly stopped scratching and calmed down. I hope so badly this helps him. We should know in a couple of days.

March 22, 2001
Good news, Dudley is a little better today! Yay for Bag Balm!

April 9, 2011
Dudley continues to heal from the Bag Balm. It's a little slower than I expected but he hasn't had a seizer in over a week now, is starting to grow back new fur and has come out of his cage to play after well over a month. I'm so happy for him. He really is a sweet little animal. December 2014 RIP little guy. Sad.

Pumpkins and Fall in New Hampshire

New Hampshire
Originally uploaded by GloGurL

This was the most Thanksgivingish type photo I had on Flickr hence its use in this blog post. I was so proud of this photo at the time I took it because it was taken the day the gulf war broke out that very day and the American flag is proudly displayed on the side of a barn and is prevalent.

Thanksgiving is a time when time is spent in gratitude and celebration. A brief history of Thanksgiving as you remember from elementary school.

In 1620 over a hundred people who had begun to question the beliefs of the Church of England sailed across the Atlantic Ocean on the Mayflower to settle in the New World. These pilgrims who settled in the New World (now known as Massachusetts) found the New World very difficult as they had arrived too late in the season and were unable to grow various crops to ensure their survival.

The following spring Indians taught the survivors how to grow corn, which was a revelation to the colonists and also how to fish and hunt. By the autumn of 1621 they revealed bountiful crops of corn, beans, and pumpkins. The colonists now had plenty to be thankful for. A feast, which lasted for three days, was planned in which 90 Indians and the local chief was invited.

After the United States became an independent country Congress recommended that one day should be celebrated as Thanksgiving Day by the entire nation, George Washington suggested November 26th. When the bloody civil war ended in 1863, Abraham Lincoln asked all Americans to set aside the last Thursday in the month of November each year to celebrate Thanksgiving.

Having said all that; what does Thanksgiving mean to most people now? It means almost the same thing. A celebration of family and friends and people we appreciate all getting together to break bread. The menu is almost the same and everyone has a good time. I only wish the celebration could last for three days like the pilgrim's did. This year I will be thinking of my parents, this being the first year both of them will not be around for the holidays. Yet I will still be grateful for the family and friends I have. Please allow me to extend my heartfelt wishes for a very happy holiday season for you and yours.

Memorial Day; A heartfelt thank you to all currently serving and to all veterans.

Each year I think of this poem, I recited it when in the fourth grade
at the Memorial Day ceremonies.

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Charles Olson

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Listening to In My Life by The Beatles

Because I think it's a beautiful song.

Photo: by GloGurL taken in Rockport, MA


If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine