Mother Nature, in her infinite wisdom, has instilled within each of us a powerful biological instinct to reproduce; this is her way of assuring that the human race, come what may, will never have any disposable income. ~ Dave Barry
Welcome everyone to Drivel Over Coffee, the blog; musings, memories and whatnot infused with the earthy aroma of French Roast Coffee with a dose of rant mixed in on occasion. My look upon life as seen through dog-licked glasses. Please pinch me – I am living the dream. Being pinched has alerted me to the fact that last Sunday was Mother’s Day. Congratulations to all you mothers’. God knows the very best wishes are due you. My mom, whom has past, is surely looking down to see how her boys are doing. I think of her often and miss her calming presence. Save me a place, mom.
Musings (Rant)– This month is the anniversary of the U.S. leaving Vietnam and Memorial Day. Any soldier who gave it their all during combat deserve our respect and honor, but for me there is big scar, a big hurt, that I cannot rid myself of. That brutal war inflicted wounds in every soldier yet we were scorned, taunted, abused and ridiculed by those whose liberties we were protecting. It is a wound that will never heal. Often times people come up to me and thank me for my service. That is very gratifying. I have noticed that these wishes come from our younger people. My peers it seems are maintaining their biases. Part of my reflection included a wonder of how the Vietnam War compared with the Iraq/Afghanistan conflict since 2001. The most definitive comparison is the number of deaths.
|Casualties – Iraq/Afghanistan||4,683|
|16 – 22||39,996|
There are several organizations whose mission is to help the Iraq/Afghanistan wounded in addition to the Veterans Administration. Unfortunately, the Vietnam Veterans don’t have access to those resources and tend to be largely overlooked. End of Rant.
The English language is weird to say the least. It has words spelled the same, pronounced differently and with different meanings. There are spelling rules that are almost universal but not quite. Yet, with all its complexities, there are emotions that the English language does not have a word for. For instance look at these:
Age-otori (Japanese): To look worse after a haircut.
Arigata-meiwaku (Japanese): An act someone does for you that you didn’t want to have them do and tried to avoid having them do, but they went ahead anyway, determined to do you a favor, and then things went wrong and caused you a lot of trouble, yet in the end social conventions required you to express gratitude.
Backpfeifengesicht (German): A face badly in need of a fist.
Forelsket (Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
Gigil (pronounced Gheegle; Filipino): The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Sgriob (Gaelic): The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky.
Tatemae and Honne (Japanese): What you pretend to believe and what you actually believe, respectively.
Tingo (Pascuense language of Easter Island): To borrow objects one by one from a neighbor’s house until there is nothing left.
Waldeinsamkeit (German): The feeling of being alone in the woods.
L’esprit de l’escalier (French): Usually translated as “staircase wit,” the act of thinking of a clever comeback when it is too late to deliver it.
Memories – My long time readers will remember Grandpaw Bailey’s Doggie Fitness Center and Spa. I haven’t given any blog time to it for quite a while but rest assured that it is alive and well, mostly well anyway. I feel those raucous days are behind us, I hope. We continue with our usual customers – Kinnick, a 11 years old yellow lab; Barney, a 12 years old black pug; Max, a 10 years old black pug. Added to the mix are Murphy, a Boston Terrier and Snickers a Labradoodle. These are our habitual offenders. Naturally, there are a ton of walk-in daily dogs. Our French Doggie Bidet keeps its spot as one of the most favorite stations for the dogs. Once they get the hang of it, they just love going in there and getting a chance to relieve themselves in relative privacy plus getting a splash to wash off the area. We have added a scent to the water so they smell fresh.
The pool is also a huge hit with the dogs. The water slide is huge and in continuous use as you can imagine. Chuckers have been installed next to the pool. These machines will chuck a tennis ball into the pool. A dog just has to touch the pad with a nose or foot to activate it. Lets them play fetch by themselves. A problem that has been overcome has been the occasional defecating in the pool. Yette came to the rescue again. Yvette, as you may remember, was the cute little sales rep for the French Doggie Bidet company. As a trial, she installed 2 Schittba Robots. These float on the water, sucking everything in and expelling only liquids. Solids are stored in its bin for disposal. One rather annoying thing is every time it consumes a solid, a whistle sounds. We have found that at times those things go off with all too much frequency. Overall, I think they are a keeper. The pool certainly is more navigable now. Yvette to the rescue again. Bless her heart.
Whatnots- No room for Whatnots this week. Will get them back next week.
Not everyone who lost his life in Vietnam died there. Not everyone who came home from Vietnam ever left there. If I can make at least one-person smile, or laugh till they leak, then my day was not wasted. Until we meet again -TA!