by Kathy Brasby | Jul 8, 2014 | Stories
After we moved onto our first little farm, we went shopping for a dog. Every farm needs a dog.
Lord Scooter of Fairfield was our pick – a registered Cocker Spaniel offered free by the breeder because he was the last one left in the litter and she needed him to go to a nice family.
You know how sirens should go off with the word free? No sirens.
We were told we could register our puppy and received the paperwork which we completed – including his name – and sent it off. The paperwork was only $25 and worth it, right?
Scooter was a sweet little brown dog and, as he meandered his way through puppyhood, we began to wonder when his long cocker spaniel coat would come in.
One of the boys on the school bus informed our daughter that, “That ain’t no cocker spaniel. He looks like a Labrador.”
Well, she sniffed when she told him that we had the paperwork to prove he was a Cocker Spaniel. AKC registration. The real deal.
And we waited for the beautiful hair to come in.
Which never happened.
We had, I am pretty sure, the only registered AKC puppy in the county who was officially a Cocker Spaniel but who looked an awful lot like a chocolate Labrador.
We learned later that the neighbor’s dog may have scaled the fence a couple of months before the puppies were born. Maybe.
Well, Scooter was free. And we were a nice family. Gullible but nice.
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by Kathy Brasby | Jul 4, 2014 | Personal
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by Kathy Brasby | Jun 25, 2014 | Hope
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by Kathy Brasby | May 16, 2014 | Seasons
Linda pushed her husband’s wheelchair to a slot right beside my mothers wheelchair.
“I don’t mean to interrupt. But could I ask you about your mother’s van?”
Linda wanted to take her husband to church. But transferring him into a car was impossible.
“We just moved here last month,” she explained. “When I almost dropped him at home of times, I knew I needed help. ”
We had encountered the same problem and had gone in search of a wheelchair van.
To buy and convert a full size van can cost in the $50,000 range. We hunted for used.
We found a heavy duty van with a wheelchair lift already installed. There more available with a rear end lift but I had wanted one that let Mom sit near the driver. That made the search harder but we finally found one.
Selling Mom’s car had almost covered the cost
I showed our van to Linda. There was a process to the lift. You had to push the left button in set sequences to open the sliding door and get the lift to unfold and lower to the ground. Push the wrong button and the process was reversed. We had to learn the sequence.
“I think I do that,” she said as I pushed buttons to activate the lift cycle.
“You can,” I assured her.
That is, after all, the nature of caretakers. We identify our loved one’s needs and learn to do what it takes.
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by Kathy Brasby | May 13, 2014 | Stories
Because my nephew was a tall strapping young man with a healthy appetite, we got to pop open the can of grass jelly.
I had prepared the meal for our family plus my nephew but decided we might be a tad bit short of food. I knew he ate like a linebacker.
So I scoured the pantry for a can of something to add to the meal at the last minute.
I spied the can of grass jelly.
This can had come from an oriental specialty market in Denver as part of a class project. We had been assigned to purchase items and peruse different foods.
We got to see live squid and aquariums where goldfish (well, they looked like goldfish) could be netted and bagged for the next meal.
We saw cans of exotic peppers and bags of noodles.
And cans of grass jelly.
My can ended up in the pantry for a time like this.
I pried off the lid to find a dark gelatinous mass. It reminded me of cranberry sauce in the can at Thanksgiving.
So I tipped the can and let the cylinder of jelly slide into the plate. I sliced it like cranberry sauce and served it with the rest of the meal.
There were questions. Lots of questions.
But I encouraged them all to be daring and taste it. My nephew twisted his mouth to one side.
“What is grass jelly?” he said.
“I don’t know. But it is food,” I assured him.
He nibbled the chunk on his fork. “Food? This tastes like it was made out of motor oil.”
Everyone dumped their helping back on the serving plate. And that was the end of the grass jelly experiment.
Except my nephew won’t come to a meal at my house without checking my pantry.
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