Wednesday, January 21, 2015

jan 21 2015
i reaqlly meant to figure out the font stuff ---maybe today-- and not everybody has this problem of each sentence is a straight line..

typical day-
 somebody in nigeria wants to give us $250,000,
publisshers clearing house will give me $5000 
and everyone else wants money from me...
the only thing i heard about bella/george waqs that everything went perfectly.... i hope she writes me afterschool today

david 1  tackled the problem with the puppy hill camera-- the 24 volt transformer smelled funny.. now that is my type  of electrical analysis  ... how does it smell?
turns out  apparently that is exactly what tim has coming to  us from calif by overnight fedex-- he said to simply connect it to the wires and we shoujld be ok...

tim uses that "simply "  far too freely... he assumes i have an electrrical engineers education  when my skills are  very good when it is "connect the red  wire to the red wire"  ----problem here is there is  black  white  red  green-- and heaven forbid---- a second black

something about permutations and combinations of 5 things--- it was a while... but (n-1)factorial ?  maybe?
and then all the british jokes about changing your combinations-- because combinations  means long underwear in britain...... love those british....and  their language... (ENGLISH you know)

during all the bombing in the war  the british did not have much-- so i think they all sat around and found out how to entertain each other with language.  because when i got there in 1957 i wass faced with going to college parties where people sat around and talked-- no drinking, no tv, no games....they just talked-- and it was very amusing...- and they did things like decide to have a party on "arthur's  seat"  which is a sizeable  hill outside edinburgh that looks like a crouched lion in many photo's.  arthur's seat is  big enough to involve heavy duty uphill walking  if not climbing-- from several different angles. i remember one night someone said there was to be a party on arthurs seat at 2am-- and about 20 people showed up-- there was no artificial means of amusement.. just conversation...  and it was really funny.    in this country??? never !  at least at colby college , never !

it is not surprizing to me that  the author of all the harry potter  books was so successful writing those books in a coffee shop in edinburgh.  the creativity of  her books had a similarity to the daily conversations i had when there..  many times just plain off  the  beat.  you listened to every word and took it all apart if american english provided them with alot of fodder.

it sounds impressive to say i was a member of the edinburgh university physics society-- when in actual fact i was more or less the mascott.. no way could i keep up with them intelectually-- they got out of highschool with the equivalent of our college education-- and then they went to college.
any one of them could have told me how and why that puppy hill transformer went bad... my capabilities are "it smells bad".. ]

i may have this slightly screwed but one of the members of the phys soc named tony-- was made sir tony because of his work designing  the scheduling of trains, engineers, timetables,airplanes, pilots, equipment.. the  basic program for which was still being used fairly reciently.
another tony story--- he had a car which - for as long as i knew it never had a working engine-- we pushed it all over edinburgh---  met alot of interesting people who would stop by to help on the uphills..
  i am going to hear about that because  gwen-- my digmate in edinburgh- reads this thing...

so stand by for corrections..
luckily there is cut and paste..


Dear Carlene,

I wanted to share with you an experience that Stanley and I recently had that highlights the stellar training that you and Megan and others at the farm perform that brings the gift of stability to so many of us that suffer from mobility issues. I really feel that I cannot begin to thank you enough for providing for these amazing animals and us, the recipients.

I recently went for a walk through my neighborhood with Stanley. We crested a hill and had started down when I heard someone yell a name sharply. I immediately started looking for where the threat would be coming from hoping to evade whatever would be coming at us. A man was in his front yard with a dog a few hundred feet ahead and to the the right of us. The man did not have his dog on leash and it was running for us Stanley and I. I had nothing with which to protect Stanley and myself with and attempted blocking the oncoming dog by stepping in front of Stanley. This did not work. The other dog darted around me and I realized I wouldn't be able to continue shielding Stanley with my body before the owner of the other dog would get to us. I literally had a split second to make a decision andI let go of Stanley's leash and yelled for him to go. Stanley ran, not a hard decision since the other dog was now jumping at his throat. Stanley was able to keep ahead of the other dog but was slowed down by his desire not to look at the dog chasing him, but back to me to make sure I was okay. Every time he did this the dog was snarling on his backside. I kept yelling for him to, "GO, RUN STANLEY, GOOOO!!!" I could tell when he was going to look back at me because the muscles in his neck would start to move before his head came around (no different than knowing which direction your opponent on a field is going by watching his hips), this I could see from a distance. By calling out for him to go and run before he turned he was able to stay ahead of the other dog. I couldn't run but I moved as quickly a I could in the direction they were headed. It was agonizing. The man was running and calling for his dog. Finally the dog reached a point where he seemed uncomfortable to pass and hesitated long enough that the owner was able to grab his caller. The man kept repeating how sorry he was as I continued limping down the road towards Stanley. With the dog no longer chasing him Stanley stood still and I called for him to come. He was shaking and looking behind me at the other dog and didn't move. It was dusk, I live in a residential neighborhood and was concerned about the traffic that picks up as people come home at this time of the evening. Stanley could be startled by a car and run or be hurt. I had another split second decision to make and I realized Stanley's concern for me would trump everything else so I did the only thing I could think of. I fell. The second I started falling over, fear left his face and it was replaced by concern. You know those eyebrows, how they pucker into a worried frown. He dashed towards me and slip sideways into a brace position. He turned his head to look at me as if to say, "here I am, get up, you're okay!" I pulled myself up the way you taught me, laughing and crying with relief. We walked home as a pair. My heart is full every time I think of this. Thank you. Thank you for your inspiration, your dedication to animal and human alike. Please extend my thanks to everyone else who helps out on the farm. 

Warmest Regards,

Becky and Stanley


  1. I love Becky and Stanley's story. Just proves how well your dogs are trained to think and respond!

  2. I loved here story too..but I am filled with anger that this happen