People just keep feeding me; another dog charges into traffic; Green Terror swims into the house; Kalib returns to play golf, study properties of light
Sunday, January 31, 2010 at 4:00AM 
It used to be that Caleb and I would go to IHOP together just about every Sunday - at least those Sunday's when I was home. Then it just stopped happening. Sometimes I would ask, but he would decline - usually because there was a game he wanted to watch. For awhile, he had a girl friend and tended to prefer her company to mine. I didn't mind. Last night, he asked me if I wanted to go to IHOP with him this morning.
When I got up, after spending a long, hellacious, night battling with Squarespace,* Kalib was once again battling opponents from all over on his video game - but he broke away and off we went. Melanie greeted us happily and sat us down. She was not our waitress, but just the same, she brought our food to us.
;)
For reasons that I do not fully understand, we both ordered off "The All You Can Eat Pancakes" menu. "I love IHOP pancakes," Caleb said. "IHOP just has the best pancakes."
Later, he added this, "I'm beginning to hate that video game. It's just addicting, especially when you play online with other people."
I told him that, based on some comments left on this blog, he just might open the door one morning to find one or more girls ready to snatch him away from the video game.
He claimed not to be interested. All he wants now, he says, is for the snow to melt so he can get back out to the golf course. That won't happen for awhile.
He made it sound like it had to be golf or girls, but not both together.
This made me think of Tiger Woods, but I did not utter these thoughts.
Caleb bought my breakfast. That was nice.
Later, I headed out on my walk. I had barely stepped out the door when I saw the dog that nearly killed the rabbit at the corner where the chicken crossed the road, the rooster got shot and the drunken ice cream lady crashed her good-humor vehicle.
;)
"Dog! Dog!" I once again found myself shouting as I saw this hapless, unsupervised, character charge straight into the path of this car, on Seldon. The dog turned away from death at the last possible instant. I don't know if my call had anything to do with it or not.
Maybe.
The driver of the car did not slow down - not by one mph.
The sky was laced so beautifully with high cirrus clouds. An airplane flew through it. (Sorry, Norman Maclean.)**
You will recall that yesterday, as I dealt with a loose dog, Margie called to tell me about Uriah getting caught in the explosion at the White Mountain Apache Sunrise Ski resort.
Well, my phone rang as this dog, Tequilla, was barking at me. It was Margie, with good news about Uriah. He was on his way home from the hospital in Phoenix. He is going to be okay. He will need to lotion his second-degree facial burns and try to keep the direct sun off of them for awhile, but the scarring should not be bad at all.
As Margie updated me, Tequilla followed along. She barked at me throughout the entire conversation.
;)
Then this guy came along, running with this dog. Lucky and Dale. Lucky is the dog, Dale the man. Dale is Lucky, too. He wound up in my blog, just because he ran with his dog.
Then this boy came by, on a four-wheeler. I believe he is a child of Russian immigrants.
Further along, I found the headless stuffed turtle that the black lab had been carrying when it almost got run over yesterday.
I stopped at Pet Zoo today and bought this little Green Terror to put in the 90 gallon tank with my old parrot fish and the baby yellow peacock that I bought a couple of days ago.
I have had two green terrors in the past. One was so mean that I eventually had to clear out all of his tank mates and let him have a 55 gallon tank all to himself. The other was docile, and never went after another fish.
I will never let this guy beat up my parrot. The parrot is too big for the Green Terror to bother now and I hope that as he grows, he will just accept the parrot.
If he doesn't, then I will have a problem to solve.
Green Terrors are very beautiful fish and they are smart, too.
My mean one really liked Lisa. Whenever she would come into my office, he would get excited and swim to the glass to greet her. She liked him, too.
Right now, this little baby is about two inches long. It should grow to eight to ten inches.
About 4:30 in the afternoon, Lavina called to tell me that she, Jacob and Kalib were on their way out to see me and they wanted to take me to dinner. I was surprised, because she is still experiencing contractions, although much lighter, and I did not think that she would want to leave Anchorage.
All week, she has done nothing but stay at home and get bed rest. "I just had to get out and go somewhere," she said.
On the way out, Kalib fell asleep in the car, so they took the long route through Palmer to give him time to snooze.
Here he is, just waking up. He is not happy about it.
They took both Caleb and I to Jalepeno's. Another free meal for me. The little girl in the background is named Raeligh.
Jerry, the manager and a member of the owner family came along, to admire Kalib and to speak Spanish to him. Once, a couple of year's back, I came here by myself and ordered a meal that cost $14.00 plus and paid for it with my debit card. The next day when I checked my bank account online, $1400 plus had been removed from my account.
It was an honest mistake. Jerry quickly had the money transferred back into my account.
When we returned to the house, Kalib and Caleb resumed their ongoing golf game.
Lavina gave Royce some love. I'm afraid Royce had a hard day today. His progress seemed not only to stop, but to reverse itself. He almost fell off the couch twice. He shook and shivered for awhile, even though the fire was warm. He did some drooling. He walked stiffly. Although he begged to get it and dug right in, he left much of his soft food uneaten in his bowl.
Early in the week, Lavina had been convinced that new baby would come before the week ended. Now, she feels it could be a few days yet. If its not here by the eighth, the doctor plans to induce it, for medical reasons.
That is our little grandchild who she holds.
Kalib manipulates a "This American Life" ap on Caleb's iPhone.
I'm not quite certain what Jacob was up to, but he was in the back, rummaging through this and that. Then he came out with this - a wedding invitation. The couple pictured is Margie and me. The invitation is to our wedding - 36 years ago. Jacob said he was going to keep it.
To see Margie standing there, beside me, in that picture... see how beautiful she is? She chose to go with me. How did it happen? How could it not have happened? Someday, perhaps I will tell you more of our story, how we came together. But not right now.
I don't know why the decades pass so fast, but they do. Not so long ago, it was she and I who were making babies and it was our parents who so eagerly waited to meet their new grandchildren.
Now, save for Margie's mother, our parents are in the grave and it is us, Margie and I, waiting to meet our new grandchild.
And here is the first one. He is experimenting with a flashlight. The world remains a new and exciting place to him. He wants to learn about everything.
Kalib helps Caleb put his clubs back in the bag. Then he leaves with his parents.
There was certain desperation evident in Royce tonight, the intensity of which I had never before witnessed. He seemed desperate to communicate something to me. He kept looking into my eyes like this and when he was close enough, he would reach out with a paw and touch me, and look at me this way. His motor control was not good. His claws would dig painfully into my skin.
He was trying to tell me something. What? It made my eyes water, just a little bit.
*That battle continued tonight. Problem not solved. Hours wasted. Eaten up by Squarespace - the nightmare blogging program from hell.
** Author of A River Runs Through It.
Reader Comments (19)
I hope all goes well in the coming days for the baby-yet-to-be-born.
And I really am sorry to read about Royce. If he will let you, hold him -- give him as much physical contact as you can. It might comfort him.
Poor Royce. He's not looking too good and that makes me sad for you. Here's hoping he improves real soon Bill.
Thanks for another thoughtful post. You are so talented, both in composition (sp?) and photography. I always look forward to coming here. Thank you.
Sad to say, but I can read what Royce wants all the way down here in Indiana.
I got the same exact look from the three dogs when it was their time.
Animals can't vocally communicate with us, but open your heart and hear what Royce is saying.
Time to go to a better place.
Oh gosh, poor Royce. He is trying to tell you something. Wish we knew what.
Glad Uriah is going to be ok. Hope Margie makes it back before the new baby gets there.
Love that wedding pic. Made me all sentimental inside. 36 years. Wow. Congratulations to the both of you, and what a beautiful thing to be waiting on your second grandchild now. The days, weeks and years just fly by, don't they?
Love the wedding photo of you and Margie. 36 years! Then ending with Royce. Bittersweet post, but a wonderful post.
Oh Bill, I'm so sorry to hear about Royce. It makes my eyes water too. I'm sending him warm hugs.
Beginnings, endings, love, life your post encompasses it all, bittersweet indeed
Oh, that wedding invitation is so amazing! Thirty-six years--that is great. I am sorry about Royce; he is really not looking well. Give him extra hugs from a fellow Wasillan who is far, far from home right now.
Watery eyes here too....but remain hopeful!
Would you please consider posting the photo of Margie and you so long ago? (Perhaps if or when you decide to share your love story with us.)
I'm so sorry Royce is feeling badly. I'm giving him a virtual hug.
love the wedding invitation.
Oh gosh, Bill, poor Royce. I think you better get him to the vet tomorrow. Aww.
i agree with you ! margie is so beautiful in that picture. what a striking lady! hopefully grandma will make it for the big event, baby 2!!!
praying for royce. i hope whatever happens he will be happy. he looks like a good cat.
Wow.. Margie and you were such a handsome, young couple.. Wish I could go back 36 years to attend that wedding :)
It was great to see Kalib the cutie after a long time.. Is he excited about his baby bro/ sis to come?
It's too bad that all is not yet well with Royce.. I hope he isn't in pain at least..
P.S. A nice, long post with a little bit of everything your reader's love in spite of all the trouble Squarespace is giving you.. We truly appreciate that Bill.. Thank you :)
Swung back to offer more peace and love to you and Royce and Lavina and all.
Namaste Bill.
I love the way that your family draws together. The family ties, the love, it's all there, and it is lovely to see, and I smiled through the post until I got to the picture of Royce. And then your words brought tears to my eyes. I believe that there is a knowing before we move on. Not always, I suppose, but many times there is. Is this what Royce is trying to tell you? I hope not. I hope instead he is saying, "Bill. Man! I need you to score me some catnip..." Maybe. Maybe that is what he is saying. That being said, I am a little sad today. Our grandpuppy inexplicably ran into traffic and was killed. He was not allowed near the road, and had seemed to know that lesson, but then something drew him to the road, and then into it.
I am sad for Royce. We once had a Sheltie who spoke to me that way...she had never done that before, looking into my eyes and "talking and talking and talking". She was such a good dog. Still makes me cry.
Bill, I think that airplane photo you put on is really Really great! It looks like everything is right at that time and place. I was glad to be able to come out and visit with you and the fuzz cat Royce. I am also glad Melanie thinks he is doing better than the last time she saw him. I know we all have a lot of love for him. Make sure he gets some sweet pets for us when we are not able to pet him.
Take care,
Charlie
Please post the wedding invitation! You guys look like Cher & Hutch (Det. Kenneth "Hutch" Hutchinson from Starsky & Hutch)
Sorry to hear about Royce.