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October 19 Big Scary Baby MouseWe have a doggy door. One of those little openings that our puppy can use whenever the urge-to-go-outside hits. I love it. I can work all day and not worry about Oscar dog dancing around with his legs crossed. We also have a underground radio fence, so I don't have to worry about him running away, or getting lost, but that's another story. That's the good side about having a doggy door. There's also a bad side. Cats can also go through the doggy door. We currently have 2 cats. How we got those 2 cats are also other stories for other days. Cat #1. Named "Spider-Slayer", "Spike", "Gandalf Salrong Blah Blah the Grey", or more commonly called "Kitty". He is young, easily spooked, and very soft to the touch. He loves to sneak out the doggy door and park himself underneath the bird feeders out on the deck. The good news is that he's not a very good hunter. The bad news is he's getting better. Cat #2. Named "Burns", not to be confused with "Mr. Burns", another cat we had until last winter. Burns is a pretty old warrior cat. He's been through many a battle. He's had his back leg totally shattered, broken off tooth that abcessed through his lower jaw, has urinary tract disease, and had his eye poked out. (The vet was able to put the eye back in and fix him up pretty good, but we're pretty sure that eye is blind.) He's also a master hunter. Every evening like clockwork Burns will announce his arrival with the nightly kill. His meow takes on a different timbre and we immediately know he's got a mouse. We run for the stairs, his favorite mouse eating spot. If we're really fast we can usually grab Burns and throw him outside before he gulps it down. He's learned he needs to eat it really fast before we take it away from him. I don't think he even chews. It just slides down in one long slurp. We've learned to close up the doggy door every evening about dusk. Once in a while, though, we forget. The little mouse critters are usually very dead before Burns brings them in, but once in a while he will bring one with a little fight left. That's when things get interesting. Burns has usually wounded them enough that its fairly easy to plop a bucket on top of them and wait until Mike comes home to remove it. I should rephrase that and say it's wounded enough that Joni can plop a bucket on top of it, I'm probably standing on the dining room table cowering in fear. Me and mice don't jive. A couple of nights ago I was home alone and I heard "the meow". Crap. I run upstairs and don't see Burns anywhere. I go outside to see if he's ingesting his meal outside (he's learned to do that sometimes so we won't take it away from him). No Burns. Oh well, I think, and go into my bedroom. OH CRAP!!! Burns has a tiny little baby mouse on my carpet in my bedroom and it's VERY MUCH ALIVE!!! I'm torn between running down the hall screaming in terror and nervously watching from the doorway. I'm swallow my bravery pill and watch. Burns lets the mouse run around and then pounces on it. It was a very tiny baby mouse. I just knew Burns was letting that thing have way too much freedom. He was going to lose it. I couldn't take it any more, so I went to close up the doggy door. (Why didn't I do it 15 minutes ago?) I turned around and there was Burns. He really wanted me to let him go back outside. Wait a minute. Where's the mouse? I knew it. That mouse was so little Burns didn't think it was worth the effort. I threw Burns back in my bedroom and shut the door. I really wanted him to catch that mouse! He had totally lost interest. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep in my bedroom knowing there was a rogue mouse loose, but after putting everything up high and making sure none of my blankets were anywhere near the floor, and, oh yea, after taking a sleeping pill, I managed to sleep pretty good. Fast forward to the next evening. Joni came into my room and said, "mom, come here". I followed her out to the living room where she pointed at "Kitty". He had his nose buried under the recliner, his tail swishing rhythmically back and forth, just as it does when he's under the bird feeders. We had located the big scary baby mouse. Mike, Joni, Andy, and I were all home, so I did the sensible thing and retreated to my bedroom. Mike, Joni, and Andy are all experienced mouse catchers. They threw Oscar in my room with me and went to do the deed. (Oscar is no help in mice catching.) I heard shouts, felt thumps and bumps, and more yelling and shouting. At one point Mike yelled through my bedroom door, "WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR!" Like that was going to happen. Finally the din quieted, Oscar quit barking, I heard the front door open and shut, and then Joni came in. "we got it." I knew they would. I thought about helping them, but I would have just gotten in the way. *grin* April 12 A Message for Us AllThis touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes. I hope you take a couple of minutes and watch it.
December 07 Reading the SignsWhen you are in harmony with your life goals,
When you are doing
what you are supposed to be doing
when you are supposed to be doing it,
Life glides more easily.
Your heart feels lighter,
Stoplights stay green for you,
babies will smile at you,
and you are in sync.
But,
if you try to force your way
into things you shouldn't be doing,
at least not yet,
Obstacles mount in your path.
Trip-wires appear
and you keep hitting the wall.
Just pull back a little.
Reevaluate.
What changed when life suddenly got unfriendly?
Did you begin a new venture,
or plan to begin?
Maybe it is the wrong thing for you.
Or maybe
It's just not the right time.
Be patient
and maybe try a different path
at least for a while.
You can try the unfriendly trail later,
after you
or it
has mellowed a bit.
December 04 The Flying DreamEver since I was a young child I have had a recurring dream. It always varies somewhat, but the substance is that I can fly. Or that I can zoom. That I am weightless.
When I was growiing up we lived down a long lane that we had to walk down every morning to catch the school bus. I remember vividly dreaming that I made that trip without any effort at all. I moved my legs as if running, but I just kind of glided swiftly down the road. The distance that normally took me at least 5 minutes to walk was covered in a matter of seconds.
And I was not winded whatsoever.
I remember the next day trudging down the lane toward the school bus stop and remembering my ease of the night before. I tried to do the same kind of "run", but had no luck. Gravity and short little girl legs just didn't allow me the freedom I felt when I "zoomed" down the road before.
It was quite disappointing. I wanted to move like I did in the dream. It was so real. I felt like I really did it, that it wasn't really a dream after all.
I've had that same dream experience every year or two since then. Sometimes I'll travel to a distant planet, sometimes I'll just be inside a school gymnasium, but always I travel with ease and speed.
And I always wake up exhilarated and happy.
I think it's about time for me to have another one of those dreams. November 30 Birds and ButterfliesI believe in synchronicity. Things that happen to you that seem very coincidental, I believe, are really not coincidences. I believe that things appear when you need them to, another evidence of communications from the other side.
So I'm happy, but not surprised, tonight when I found this quote from the book I am reading called Man's Search For Meaning by Viktor Frankl. He was an Auschwitz survivor. He was in the camps for 3 years. His family were all killed although he didn't know their fate until after the war. He talks about how he and other's survived the horrific conditions. He was not prone to believing in communications from beyond as he was a trained psychiatrist and believed that all things of this nature were one's own sub-conscious coming through. However something happened to him that he felt compelled to tell in his tale.
He discovered that he was beginning to spend more and more time in a dream-like state in the company of his wife. He would relive moments of their life together before they were taken prisoner. From his book:
"The guard passed by, insulting me, and once again I communed with my beloved. More and more I felt that she was present, that she was with me. I had the feeling that I was able to touch her, able to stretch out my hand and grasp hers. The feeling was very strong: she was there. then at that very moment, a bird flew down silently and perched just in front of me, on the heap of soil which I had dug up from the ditch, and looked steadily at me."
A butterfly for one, a bird for another. Keep your eyes and heart open. November 29 Comes When You Least Expect ItWhen I was much younger I would hear stories about other people who had close encounters with those who have passed on. I heard about visitations, dreams, and voices and I was very envious. My grandmother died of pancreatic cancer when I was quite young. I heard a story soon after that about a dead grandmother who saved a girl from a horrible accident. I just knew that my grandmother would came back from the other side to save me if I were close to getting anhialated. At one point I almost put myself in a very dangerous circumstance just so I could have my grandmother come back and save me and I would see her once more.
I've since learned that messages from beyond don't happen like that, at least for me. The more you try to force one, the harder you look for one, the less likely they are to really happen. When you are yearning for a sign that your loved one is okay after passing on I believe your emotions get in the way. It feels strained and forced. Any thoughts of them are thoughts that originated with you.
I believe that when you least expect it the signs will come. You just have to be open and accepting. A skeptical heart will rationalize away any true communication. A skeptic is just not ready to hear.
I have a daughter who is very sensitive to spiritual things. When she was quite a bit younger she would come to me on occasion and say that she was having trouble falling asleep. I asked her what the problem was, and she told me that her lamp would suddenly come on, or she would feel breathing in her face.
I was amazed, but didn't want to scare her or make her feel like she was imagining it so I said in a very matter-of-fact way, "It's probably your grandpa just coming to check on you. Just tell him you appreciate his visit, but you're tired and need him to leave so you can go to sleep." Her grandfather had died a few years before.
A few days later she came to me and told me that it happened again, but she took my advice and it stopped. She was able to sleep.
Since my Dad died last May something quite amazing keeps happening to me.
I have a room in my house that is just for me. It is my art studio/sewing room/hang-out, complete with stereo and tv. Since May, and only since May, I have been in my room working on an art project or sewing and watching tv when the tv channel will suddenly change. I'll be watching Law and Order and suddenly I'll be watching a religious devotional. I have to change it back. Then it will switch again to another channel, maybe a history show. This will happen every few minutes until I say out loud,
"Okay Dad, I know you're here. Thanks for the visit, but can I watch my show now?"
and it immediately quits.
and I go on with my art or my sewing,
watching Law and Order,
but now I have a smile on my face.
November 24 A Believing HeartHow do you tell the difference between your own thoughts and nudgings from the spirit world?
You have to listen to your heart.
When I was picking huckleberries and the black butterfly became my companion I was not thinking of my Dad and wishing I could communicate with him. At first I thought that it was odd. The butterfly was not behaving normally. And then a thought just popped into my head, "this is from Dad!" I believe that thought was put there from Dad. Skeptics will doubt this. That's okay. I have a believing heart. It's easy for me to accept things spiritual. It isn't always easy for others. My husband was one of these. When we were first married I was hesitant to tell him anything like this. He's much more accepting now.
I'm very glad he has been more open minded because last week I had another dream.
In my dream my Dad had died a few days before, but for some reason was still in the hospital bed. My Mom and I were both there. Somehow through some marvelous medical intervention they were able to bring him back to life. He was alert and feeling good. We were chatting and enjoying ourselves for a few minutes. All of a sudden I could tell that Dad was having a heart attack. He was in pain! He was clutching his chest, his face twisted in agony. I just kept thinking, "Take him, Take him". I couldn't stand to see him in so much pain. Then he just relaxed and I knew he was gone.
My mom and I were still standing by his bed. I had my back to it and mom was facing it.
Then I noticed a line of men dressed in suits walking in. They walked in a line and stood so that I could see them, but my Mom couldn't as they were kind of behind her.
The first man was Dad, then I saw my grandpas and great-grandpas. I also saw my step great grandpa, a man I knew briefly as a young child. There were other men in the line that I knew were relatives, but didn't know who they were.
And then I saw, right in the middle of the line, Mike's Dad. He passed more than 10 years ago of alcohol related cirrosis of the liver. His final years were not very pleasant.
I thought it very odd that he was in with all my relatives. He looked straight at me and we locked eyes for a few moments. Nobody said a word. They were just there. And they all looked rosy-cheeked, healthy and in the prime of life.
Then I awoke and told my husband about my dream.
He listened to the dream and nodded as I was speaking. Then he said, "I believe my Dad is doing okay whereever he is."
I said, "I KNOW he is. I just saw him." November 22 What Dreams May BringMy Dad passed on May 12th 2008. One month later I had a dream.
I dreamed that my entire family had gathered to watch a movie of some sort. Everyone was there. I was sitting in the center close to the front. I could hear a voice talking from behind me off to the left. I turned back to look so that I could pay better attention to what was being said, and I saw my Mom and Dad. Dad was the one doing the talking. He looked so healthy and young. His cheeks were rosy and he had a full head of blond hair. I'd never seen him with hair before other than photos from when he was young, but this hair was even more full and healthy looking than the photos of him from his youth. He looked to be about 30 or so.
In my dream I listened for a few seconds to what he was saying and then all of a sudden I realized he couldn't be there. I remember thinking "but you're dead!"
At that moment my dream ended and I woke up. It was Father's Day.
And I'd just been given a gift from him. November 21 Another NodHow do you “hear” from those who have passed on from this world? Is it an audible voice? Do you see an actual being? Do you get impressions? Feelings? I believe that all of these are possible, but only those truly sensitive can actually hear or see beyond the veil into the spirit world. I think most of us receive our communications through feelings. It is one of the hazards of this less obvious communicade that we tend to rationalize or dismiss these instances as being of our own making. Have you ever got the impression to do something that later proved to be a wise move? We have all heard stories like the one where someone is driving down the road and for some reason feels like they should pull over. Just after stopping, 2 trucks come barreling through. If the prompting had been ignored they would have been in a serious accident. I believe that we get messages, or promptings, all the time from our loved ones on the other side. I don’t think these little nods from heaven are all to save our lives either. I believe they are just saying, “Hi” “I’m thinking about you.” “You’re doing okay.” Last summer I went with my kids to pick huckleberries. We were pretty far up in the mountains. It was kind of a nice, relaxing day. We took Oscar, our Llasa Apso, with us. He seemed to enjoy nosing around in all the tall grasses. We couldn’t see him as the vegetation was much taller, but we heard him rustling through, wandering around from person to person. We had a CD player going, playing the soundtrack to I Am Sam. This has become our official Huckleberry Picking Theme music. It was just a nice day. I was enjoying some time spent with my daughters, my dog, nature, and the peaceful ambient feeling of the mountainside. While I was picking berries I happen to notice a black butterfly. It was fluttering around the bush I was working on. I noticed my bucket was getting kind of full and ready to be emptied. I walked up the hill toward the car to empty it. The butterfly followed me. It stayed with me as I walked up and back, as I changed bushes, and even when Oscar came nosing over to check out what I was doing. It seemed like very UN-butterfly-like behavior. Suddenly I had the thought come into my head that it was from my Dad! I wasn’t thinking of him before. And I don’t for one minute think that the butterfly WAS my dad. Just a little nod from him saying, “Yes, you were right. I can be with my family a lot more now that I don’t have to be in my cancer-ridden, 80 year old body. Thanks for taking me huckleberrying.” November 19 Nods from BeyondNod #1
It wasn't very many days after the funeral that my sister and I were standing in the kitchen talking. We were discussing reasons why, on occasion, that we skipped part of the meetings for church.
For example, my sister's church building had burned down a couple of years ago and they had to hold services in a hall, sitting on very hard uncomfortable metal folding chairs. Our church meetings last for 3 continuous hours. The first hour is the Sacrament Meeting. Then we have Sunday School for scripture study for an hour and then the men meet together and the women meet together for the last hour. My sister was telling me how she has a hard time sitting there for 3 hours every week.
I told her how I would sometimes skip Sunday School because my back just couldn't take sitting for that long without a break.
All of a sudden a fake flower arrangement fell out of a vase on a shelf above our heads and landed right between us on the floor. We both stared at it in shocked silence.
I said in a hushed voice, "It's Dad!"
My sister answered, "Yea, and he doesn't want us to skip church!" November 18 Hello Again, or You Never Really Left Us, Did You?My Dad died on May 12, 2008. He was reluctant to go. A month before he died Dad and the doctors decided that there would be no more treatments. I could tell that the thing that bothered my dad the most was the thought that he would miss out on all the things that would still go on in our family. Babies being born, weddings, concerts performed by grandchildren, visits from relatives. He wanted to be there.
I said to him, "Dad, you will be able to come to more family events after you go than you were ever able to get to while you are here!"
I know this to be true. The physical limitations of the body is very restrictive. Choices have to be made. Should I go to my daughter's concert or my other daughter's volleyball game. This is the decision I had to make last week. It is never easy. I wanted to be at both. I know my dad was there at both events. In this thing I envy him.
We, who are still living, are mostly unaware of those who have passed on. But if we are receptive and open, we can see that they are actually sending us messages all of the time.
I have had quite a few of these little nods from my Dad in the last 6 months. Every time one of them happens I smile to myself. I know my Dad is just letting me know he is there, supporting us, enjoying our successes and watchful of our lives.
In my next post I will share some of these blessed nods from heaven from my Dad. Is There Life After DeathSome people who have lost a loved one will ask themselves questions like these:
Will I ever see him again?
Where did he go?
Is the essence of him gone forever?
Anyone who has taken a chemistry class will tell you that matter does not dissappear. It changes. It transforms from one state to another, but it doesn't just cease to exist. And so it is with us.
When our bodies cease to function in ways that are compatible with life then our souls, or spirits, move out. That part which had the personality, the kindness, and the humor is still very alive and well.
It is like a hand wearing a glove. Perhaps the glove is becoming worn and old. Perhaps it is torn or damaged. Our hand is no longer comfortable staying in it.
And so we pull it out.
And so goes our souls
When the fabric of our bodies become old and worn,
or
is stressed to the point of damage
we just move out.
November 14 Thoughts to PonderThis is an amazing essay written by James Clarke, a native of Rexburg, Idaho, and a Harvard University graduate. It is a must read that I think you will all find to be an incredibly inspirational and eloquent speech! You can join this group on facebook. November 13 A Meandering MindTo get to town we have to drive over a river. Sometimes the river brings great gifts, like sunset reflections, foggy mornings and even wildlife. Wildlife showings can be both a good and bad thing. We've got a flock of wild turkeys that live along the river banks. It's kind of fun to see them poking along, pecking at the ground as they go. We've seen river otter, cranes, racoons, porcupines, turtles, and deer. Most of the time the animals and cars co-exist peacefully, but once in a while they tangle.
This morning as I was driving to work I saw the beautiful doe still laying beside the road. She was hit and killed 2 nights ago. They haven't hauled her away yet, and it's kind of a sad sight. I started pondering on the circumstances of her death. I was driving home from work at about dusk. As I approached the river I saw 2 cars stopped, pointing their headlights at something. I was mildly irritated that I couldn't readily drive through and get home. I was tired. The next morning I saw the doe laying where the cars were stopped the night before. I knew one of them must have just hit it.
I've come close to hitting a deer myself. I was driving home one evening and just past the river and doe and fawn stepped out right into the road in front of me. I was so glad I saw them in time to pull around them.
As I thought about the dead deer I remembered a friend of ours telling about the time he was driving across the river. He was in his pickup and was almost past the river bottoms when something huge fell out of the trees and hit his windshield, cracking it. He stopped to investigate and found a very large porcupine. I didn't even know porcupines could climb trees, let alone go out on a branch far enough to fall onto passing cars. Porcupines are not small creatures. They are large and cumbersome.
That little memory reminded me of a couple of close encounters porcupines have had with some family pets. When I was quite young, maybe 7 or 8 we had a German Shepherd dog that got a little too close to the quilled beast. Porcupines don't throw their needles, they slap their tail at the offending party leaving behind a painful reminder to not mess with him again. Our poor poochie came home with a muzzle full of quills. They were all over his face, up his nose, inside his mouth, and all over his muzzle. My dad got a pair of pliers and started pulling. It took my mom and two older brothers to hold down and calm the frightened, hurt dog.
Years later our gentle Springer Spaniel, Winston, made the same mistake. We just didn't have the heart to pull them out ourselves so we took him to the vet.
Dogs and porcupines are not a good mix.
I was thinking thoughts like this today. I enjoy my country life, having a wooded back yard, watching for the turtle on the log as we drive to town. I'm sad those days are numbered. They just paved the road on the 110 house subdivision across the street.
At least my poor pooch, Oscar, may not have to be initiated into the "Needle-Nose" club. At least there might be one good thing about this progress. November 11 A Sad ThingOur family has been planning a trip to Washington. We really wanted to go in August, but the IRS had other plans for our money, so we cancelled. We decided to go for Thanksgiving. It was getting kind of exciting. We had planned out our route. We wanted to go through Oregon to check out some towns. We would drive as far as Bend and then the next day take our time going up to Seattle. We haven't been to Seattle as a family for a long time. It was time to reconnect with our family there, and we were looking forward to it. Everyone arranged for getting off of work. We had things set to go.
Mike didn't really want to tell his mother we were coming. He knew she would try to talk him out of it. He called his brother and sister to give them the heads up. I think his brother was fine with us coming, but his sister was not very welcoming. She came up with one excuse after another why we should not come. I told Mike he really should talk to his mom about us coming. I don't really want to go somewhere that I'm not welcome. Tonight Mike made the call. His mother made it very clear she would rather us not come. As she put it, we have the whole summer to come. Now that it's cold and everyone would have to be inside it would be too noisy and chaotic.
We tried inviting her to our place, we tried to tell her we would cook the dinner ourselves.
No go.
They don't want us to come. Whatever their reasons, it's just not a good feeling to know we are not wanted.
I can tell Mike is hurt by it. I know I am.
*Sigh* November 08 OwlsI used to have a thing for owls.
When I was a teenager I collected them.
When I was thinking of a name for my art studio I combined my name with "Owl" to get "Mitchowl Studios".
I think owls are wonderful to look at. They are just COOL!
Having J. K. Rowling use owls as one of the mainstays of her book didn't hurt much either. I have a fantasy to be able to write as well as she does.
I've seen quite a few owls around our place here. There was one small owl that would sit on our neighbor's shed every evening at dusk and hoot for 20 minutes or so before taking off on his nightly hunt. While walking under some trees one day I happen to look up and saw an owl directly over my head. He was only about 3 feet above me. We locked eyes for a moment before he disdainfully looked away as if I was somehow beneath him. (well, I guess I WAS beneath him come to think of it, *smile*)
A couple of months ago we let our poor little scaredy cat, Sammy out on the deck. That waify little cat was afraid of her own shadow. We had her for about 9 years and I'll bet she spent 8 of it under a bed hiding. I did a painting of her sitting on our bed last winter. She was a pretty kitty. I feel badly now about how she probably met her demise.
We let her out on the deck and she never came back. Even though she was an indoor cat it took us about a week to notice she was gone. As I said, she spent her life hiding. When it finally dawned on us that she was not coming back we started to figure out what happened to her.
I just had a feeling it was an owl. I told this to my husband. He was doubtful. "An owl couldn't pick up that cat", was all he would say.
Then one evening he came home and said, "I think you're right. I think an owl got Sammy. I think I just saw it." Mike said it was huge. He watched it float over our yard and land in a tree, bowing down the branch significantly. Our neighbors have a huge warren of wild rabbits that kind of take over the neighborhood at times.
That owl found a pretty good lunch spot.
And poor Sammy just got caught in the crossfire. November 03 Pressure ReliefA beautiful peaceful ending to the day can really help erase some of the stress that I seem to accumulate throughout it. I took this photo as I took my nightly walk.
I am taking a digital illlustration class. It is exhiliarating and exciting. I always feel a thrill when I learn new things. Sometimes it's difficult to go to sleep at night as I lay there and think about different things I can do with my new-found knowledge.
There is one thing about the class that was giving me a lot of stress, though. It was the girl who sits next to me. And it's not all her fault. I think my stress comes from the teacher, actually. He gives her such high praise, will often stop the class and demand that we all come and gaze at her work, and has practically set up an alter for worship for her. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit. He has said to me on more than one occasion, "aren't you intimidated sitting next to her?" My annoyance comes also from her reaction to all this praise. Let's just say she is not a humble gal.
I discovered something about her though, that has almost erased my bad vibes. On the first day of class the teacher asked her if she had ever used Photoshop before, because she seemed so comfortable with it. She replied that she has not.
A week or two later she was doing some pretty advanced stuff on photoshop like masks and things, and once again the professor asked her if she was sure she hadn't used Photoshop before. ( He said it in awe, like "I can't believe you've never used Photoshop before." She, once again, replied in the negative.
I found out from a very reliable source that that girl took graphic design last year! A class you use Photoshop extensively.
I also happened to observe her working during class and noticed soemthing kind of bizarre. She would start with a blank canvas and within a matter of minutes have a beautifully drawn image. I watched her a little more closely the next time. She would go on the internet, find an image and save it to her computer. Then bring it up in Photoshop and "lasso" the part she wanted, deleting the background, change the color, "free transform" it to stretch it out a bit and
Voila! Instant art.
I'm not irked so much anymore. I just feel kind of sorry for her. She IS very talented and doesn't need to lie about her background knowledge or steal from the internet.
October 27 Small Town LivingThere are many things I love about living in a small town. I love knowing where all the great spots are to eat or shop. My son enjoys the free pizza given to him at Dominos because he's such a loyal customer the owner has taken a shine to him. I love having the manager of another store pull me over to show me something that "just came in and I knew you'd love it".
This town used to be a lot smaller. In fact when I was growing up I probably knew about 90% of the population by name. Then our 2 year college became a 4 year university. And then they built a temple here. And the town boomed. There are some advantages to living in a bigger town. There are more places to eat, more "future friends" to get to know, and more services available. We don't always have to head on down the road 25 miles to Idaho Falls to buy shoes, or carpet, or ... , you get the picture.
There is one thing about living in a small town that hasn't changed, though. It seems like every where I go I run into people I've had a "bad history" with. It is so hard to forget and move on when you have to continually run into people who have wronged you.
I had an experience on Saturday that brought up an issue that happened over 5 years ago. I went to get a new cell phone as my old one was almost unusable. Here's what I wrote down about that event.
I went into the Rexburg store to see about getting a phone upgrade. My phone has been giving me problems for months.
“D” was the available representative. I really hesitated going to him because I know how much he despises our family. (He blames my daughter for how his sister was treated in high school sports.)
I thought he would be professional so I went ahead and went over to his desk. From the onset he was curt and unfriendly. He never looked at me or offered any information without me asking. This is how it went.
Me: “I would like to see about getting a new phone.” “D”: “What’s wrong with your old phone?” Me: “It doesn’t ring half the time, I get my messages a couple of days later, and I can’t hear on it.”
“D” then takes my phone and opens the back and then starts typing on his computer. At least 5 minutes goes by without a word from him. Finally I say, “So, what are you seeing?” “D”: “I’m just seeing when you got your phone.”
At least 3 more minutes go by and I finally say, “And what did you find out?”
“D” totally ignores my question and keeps staring at his screen.
I say: “Would you like me to go to somebody else? I’m sensing a real attitude here.” “D” (still without looking at me and total hostility in his voice): “no, that’s okay.”
Then he takes my phone and disappears into the back room. Still no word on what he’s found out or any other information. A few more minutes goes by and then he comes back with a stack of boxes which he puts down on the desk in front of me. He points to them one at a time and says, “$60., $10, $10, $30” (I may have the prices wrong, but he basically just told me the cost of each.)
I pushed one of the boxes towards him and said I would take that one.
He took it and started doing whatever he had to do, still without looking at me or saying a word. I asked him to switch over my contacts. He doesn’t say a word but keeps working on the phone. I’m not sure if he’s doing it or not. He finally tells me the cost, I pay him and then he finally looks at me and says, “is that all?”
**sigh** It's times like this that I just want to move away. |
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