another day- another argument with technology
you all know i do not let a dog come out of anesthesia without sitting on the floor with them -- reason being "brownie" an absolutely wonderful dog hurt his tail while in penna -( and i was not there) so he had to have it amputated.. whoever that vet was put him in a cage after surgery to come out of anesthesia. in the process dogs pick up their head and bang it to th efloor trying to figure out why life is not normal.. so after that brownie would "alert" at any metal noise-- lie a garbage can lid. - an otherwise perfect dog..
this has caused me to spend many hours sitting on the floor in the vets' office with vet tech's stepping over me...
that was the case yesterday waiting for perry to wake up.. so i played with my cell phone- i had several hours with nothing to do and decided to tackle that thing
the basic problem is jade-- one of our recipients- set it up for me when it was new-- and put in a password known only to whatever gods there are. so there is a lot of it i can not use.
but the GPS has been known to function- so i started in - with gusto-
try as i might- i could not convince the darn thing i was not in Cincinnati, ohio .. it insisted on giving me directions to drive 1324 miles back to Boston.
if i had believed the thing- and driven east- as it suggested-- i would have drowned in the atlantic ocean
so much for believing a computer
there are details-- like--- is this the daily doggie or doggie daily or even worse to put a period after the title--
doesn't matter until out ask the computer to sort it out and you get results that are wrong.
and the excell spreadsheet program has a mind of it's own at times..
so back to dogs...
to define new people and their jobs-- none of which are 40 hours per week...
maria has a spreadsheet mind and is going to keep track of names and numbers and distemper shots- along with taking a puppy home with her every few days-- to be bomb proofed by her 5 kids.
tracy and paula are doing kennel management so that megan has nothing to do in that department.
ron and paul are part time doing whatever to maintain the property
jamie is filling in here and there
and shelia's daughter is a megan look alike ( tall) who speaks dog very well- we hope to work her in in spite of the fact that she is a licensed tuggboat driver.
she ought to fit in really well with our engineer who is a pastry chef.
everything else will have to be accomplished by the volunteer crew..
given enough people.. amazing things can be......
i remember when ( here we go) i had an older barn in lynnfield ( not antique-- just older)- had been a milking barn at one point.. - i jerry rigged it into the neighborhood 4h barn. and there was a wooden shed attached... we stored loose shavings there (shavings is a whole nother story)
we ended up with 15 or so kids horses. - the kids pretty much took care of them as any good 4h kid would.
one night at suppertime they came in and told me carol's horse had fallen in a hole . blondie( 1200 pounds) had gone into that shed- which we did not know was a cistern to collect rainwater for milk cows in case the well went dry.. the floor had been light wood-- not capable of 1200 pounds. -- about 12 feet around- the horse was un injured and quite content walking in a circle- problem was - he was down a good 10 feet.-
a crowd was beginning to gather and all look at me-
one of those big cranes could have lifted him but he would get scared and scraped up in the process-- plus that would have been awfully expensive - so i called the local gravel pit and had them deliver a huge load of stone-- we were going to shute it into the cistern.. except the sliding noise scared blondie- who's owner was now in th e hole with him. the driver told me... "it is 4:30 and i quit at 5".. so i said "dump it". which he did.
by then we had a real crowd-- i handed out buckets and we started a bucket brigaide a tv truck arrived with it's floodlights- taking pictures of the 3 year old kid sitting on that pile of stones filling a bucket with a cup- i wish i had a picture of that neighborhood kid-- well past her bedtime-- doing what she could to help.
it was about 11pm when the crowd cheered a s the horse jumped out the last 3'
i never forgot that kid with her cup- making a difference.