It's done! I borrowed my mother's carrier and took the found feline to the SPCA. Just as I thought no one called. The center was filled to over flowing, of course. They will keep her for a couple of days just in case someone comes in. A form had to be filled out and signed. I had no choice in the matter; I do not understand people who abandon animals. She likely would still have been in the area where I found her, or worse ....
There's a workshop on EFT in two weeks. I have been using the technique for over a year. It takes only five minutes or so and the movements SEEM so ridiculous. If you have never heard of it go to www.emofree.com for the details.
It was extremely windy last night. I was careful as I walked along the dike for the sound of falling trees. I shortened my walk along that tree-lined section. There have often been trees crash down that require a chain saw to remove. The strikers at one of the factories I pass by sat in their tarp-wound trailer. It must have been like sitting in a boat. One small unionized group at this factory have been on strike for months now all over the inclusion of a twenty minute paid lunch. Still the teams will not sit down to solve the situation.
It's amazing what can be observed along this route. I often extend it to take in one of the popular hiking trails and then return home along an abandoned railway bed. Wildlife still abounds if you slow down enough to watch for it. I even wrote a Sestina about picking up garbage along the dike. The local editor wouldn't publish it. Here it is:
Sestina: Across the Dike
I walk/pray across the dike.
It's hard to keep a measured pace
Since I am behind a veil.
I slow, hoping the bunched butterflies
Will help me flick the litter
Off the trail.
The evidence is on the trail.
Wrappers, butts, strewn on the dike.
A broken path of litter
That slows, interrupts my pace.
I stop to watch the butterflies
Flit under the leafy veil.
Walking to the sun I part the veil
Stooping, stopping along the trail.
I leave behind the butterflies
To do their dance above the dike.
I quicken my pace
Hands full of litter.
Every pray/walk it's different litter
Strewn behind the veil.
I reach out my hands, change the pace
To clean the trail,
To keep the dike
Safe for the butterflies.
Gone, gone are the butterflies
But not the litter.
That's a constant on the dike.
Never hidden behind the veil
Persistently on the trail.
I tire of the pace.
It will always be an unsteady pace
To dodge the bobbing butterflies.
Yet, I keep on the trail
And gather the litter
Beyond the veil
Forever across the dike.
Scattered rubbish along the trail disturbs the pace.
The measure of the dike outlasts the butterflies.
The volume of the litter shreds the veil.
I'll just put my stuff in cyberspace, that's all. This is just another vehicle to do that. Some of it can be accessed through my personal website as well at http://pages.zdnet.com/bozzz11/ I guess I'm making the assumption that someone will read these. I'll have to make them as interesting as possible. Still it's my journal.
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