Friday, March 8, 2019

Pondering Poodles

I LOVE LUCY!
She's just received a very close haircut and actually looks like a poodle now! 
Everyone we met, before this dramatic change, 
thought she was some sort of mix: a "doodle" of some sort.
I LOVE the shaggy dog look, but, surprisingly, I like this close-clipped version of her too. I like poodles. Who'd have thought it?
Why is that so surprising? To quote my son's recent text: "Ha ha you always hated poodles! Karma's a bitch. Pun VERY much intended." That's been true for as long as he can recollect,  because most poodles I've encountered have been spoiled jokes instead of dogs.
My last dog was a gorgeous, long haired, 123 lb. german shepherd.
Gideon was massive, noble, gentle beyond belief. The sweetest dog ever to grace this planet.  
Until Lizzy.  A smaller, exquisite specimen of a dog, too.
Equally noble, sweet, gentle and even more intelligent, I'm certain that she
and Gideon will be pals in the here-after.
SO, what led me to get a big, standard POODLE? Besides the influence of Karli's Mom (my son's mother-in-law raises sweet, gorgeous mid-sized poodles: https://www.thespotteddog.me/) and the simple fact that my cousin in AZ had too many puppies.  
I mean, huskies, shepherds and collies had always been my idea of perfect dogs.   
But then...
...as a very young girl, I'd thought of poodles as surreal, lovely, feminine creatures, 
based on cartoon illustrations, that is. 
By the time I met any real poodles, they were unfortunately 
horrid creatures, with watery eyes, weird grooming and nasty tempers. 
This looks like the black standard poodle that regularly tried to attack my huge german shepherd.

Poodles, I decided, are a bad joke born of inbreeding and distortion of the natural dog.
As darling border collie, Lizzy, enjoyed playing with every golden doodle, labradoodle, or poodle that crossed our path, my perceptions began to change. Remarkably, everyone kept commenting on how smart and fun poodles are and, as I mentioned earlier, the family my son married into, 
absolutely charming people, raises them.  
https://www.thespotteddog.me/
SO, when I got serious about finding a roommate for Lizzy, the universe decided that my cousin should happen to have a surplus of 14 week old standard poodle pups. 
I only fell for one.  Look at this little doll.
So, my feelings toward poodles have been transformed, back to the admiration I felt as a child, 
plus an appreciation of the poodle personality, 
Lucy is funny, bossy, smart...we'll try to overlook her tendency to eat stuff that can kill her... 
I can't imagine our household without both her and Lizzy now.  
Two more different dogs rarely end up together.  
Lizzy is elegant, classy and a little wild.
 Lucy's a rumpled comedian, when her hair's grown out, content to cuddle all day every day,  
pawing me if I stop petting her,
and she wilfully brings the puppy out in Lizzy with her 
"no such thing as too close" attitude.
It's true: "every dog should have a poodle around." (Michelle Hall, you're right!)
So, it seems, should I.

Monday, February 25, 2019

New Location for a New Year

Let's see if I can make this simple:
In April of 2018, I came home from working FT in Beijing, China.
It was an incredible experience: I learned SO MUCH, made a lot of good connections...but brought home a cough that I'm still fighting. Have had it checked out and, apparently it's a nasty allergy.  SO many things trigger it--dust and pollution being high on the list.  After returning, I continued to work PT on line for some Chinese companies, creating phonics songs, recruiting, proof-reading, etc. But, the work was dwindling and I wanted something steady.  Even though my dream to publish and market in Asia is coming closer to a reality, because of what I learned abroad, it's not solid--not yet.

 So, next, while chatting with an online teacher for the last company I worked with as a supervisor, she told me about the charter schools she subbed for in AZ.  I went and interviewed for a position and accepted a job teaching HS in Apache Junction, AZ, near 3 of my brothers!
I had forgotten how gorgeous the sunsets are and was ready to call Arizona HOME again, after decades away. Enjoyed getting together with my AZ brothers & friends, and was excited for a new teaching challenge.  However, Guess what? The dust in AZ is worse than in Beijing and the cough got worse, MUCH worse, so, by the end of August, I was back in Utah.  Tired.  Exhausted, actually, and sick of being sick.  I kind of called for a time out from life.  The thing about anything that consistently interrupts your lifestyle is that mortality becomes real. All those years of painting 12-16 hours a day on ladders and scaffolding, 5-6 days a week have taken a toll on my back and knees; many teaching positions expect miracles without the means to pull them off plus 200% of your time... working myself into an early grave isn't something I want to accomplish.

Shortly after getting back to Utah and adjusting to unemployed life with TWO dogs (Lucy came home with us from AZ)...
...an online cite I've followed for years, "oldhouses.com," sent a link with a photo for a super cool deal on an 1880 house in Richmond, IN.  The price was such that I was drooling...AND it's green there. Dust? Covered up by foliage. Pollution? Minimal bc it's not really close to anything that pumps it out and the population is small.  Smaller than Logan, Utah's.
Before going, I did some research. Richmond, Indiana has super low crime rates, it's just 3 miles from Ohio, AND it's within driving distance to FOUR airports, making it perfect for frequent trips to see my son's growing family (instead of driving 11-12 hours through snowy canyons).  Also, it's right off of I-70 & only 7 hours from my home city, Frederick, MD.

So, I decided to take a road trip with my 2 dogs.  The wonderful realtor in Indiana, Rhonda (https://www.lingle.com/Agent/Detail/Rhonda-Duning/419), who'd listed the house which caught my attention, set up a bedroom for me, Lizzy and Lucy to stay in in that gorgeous old brick home.

 We LOVED it.
But, that particular neighborhood, not so much. Too many renters and too many vacant houses.  So, I explored a couple of others, on the south side of Hwy 40, and felt at home in this one (which my awesome big brother, Tom, had found on line before I left):
Built in 1927, on a .12 acre lot, it's got a yard for the dogs and is set on a tree and flower-lined street. This house is a perfect fit for me, the dogs and visiting family, friends and summer art classes.  I signed a contract, contingent upon the sale of my Logan, UT home.

Went back to Utah and wondered if I'd lost my mind. I mean, I'd LOVE to live close to my son and his family, but neither they nor I know where that'll end up being in the long run and, pray as I might, God's not granting me a crystal ball for the future.
So, again, why am I doing THIS? I've wondered...but, the pros just outweigh the cons by a landslide. Improved air quality (which is becoming a must for me) and getting out of debt rank highest on the list.  I've been self-employed for most of my life and have NO retirement plan. This location will allow me to live in a paid-for-in-full home, which equals the closest thing to freedom a person in my position can ask for.  It's close enough to my Maryland, PA, DC roots to drive back and visit, paint for a few faithful clients, etc.  I can work on publishing goals, fly out to visit family & friends regularly (& fly my son's family out once a year--at least),  raise puppies AND Indiana has an on line certification program for prospective teachers.  All this, plus living in a paid for house in a neighborhood that is lovely, safe, and friendly.

That's about as retired as I ever want to be. I can put money aside regularly to spend as many days as possible with my beloved son and grandkids.  Maybe, I can always hope, God will grant that we end up physically closer together, but again, I don't know where the heck they'll settle and neither do they.
Having felt torn between the east and the west most of my life, this solution is an unexpected, but good one! It's been difficult to decide.  I'm sick of moving! But...there you have it.

Provided nothing arises to topple the plan, the dogs and I are headed to Indiana before Easter!