| PostedDate | 2/24/2006 5:29:00 PM |
| Body | When I toured the Robinson Jeffers Tor House during January for my Humanities class, my tour guide (I was by myself) asked me to read this poem. I started thinking about how I knew I would have to say goodbye to Murph soon, so I almost cried while reading it. Really, it's a poem for anyone who's ever had a really great dog. The House Dog's Grave
Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there. So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door Where I used to scratch to go out or in, And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor The marks of my drinking-pan. I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do On the warm stone, Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through I lie alone. But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet Outside your window where firelight so often plays, And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me-- Every night your lamplight lies on my place. You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard To think of you ever dying A little dog would get tired, living so long. I hope than when you are lying Under the ground like me your lives will appear As good and joyful as mine. No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for As I have been. And never have known the passionate undivided Fidelities that I knew. Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . . But to me you were true. You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures To the end and far past the end. If this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. Robinson Jeffers, 1941 |
Thursday, May 8, 2014
To Murphy-
R.I.P. Murphy (dog)
| PostedDate | 2/21/2006 7:05:00 PM |
| Body | So today I had to say goodbye to my all time favorite canine in the world. We knew it was going to happen sometime soon but it is still very sad. I woke up this morning earlier than I was planning and was lying there for a bit until my mom came in looking distressed. She told me that Murph fell trying to get up the porch stairs and was lying at the bottom. She theorized that he might have broken a leg. We decided that this meant the end for him (with the diabeties, the stroke, and just old age) and started wondering how we would get him to the car. Then Murphy got up and struggled up the stairs on his own. He was obviously in a lot of pain. Gradually, he made it into the house. He was trying so hard to be a good dog all the way to the end. Knowing that it would be hard to take him somewhere because he was so big AND crippled, my mom called a vet to come euthanize him. All this time I was hoping that when Murph's time came, he would be more distinctly wanting to die. Instead he lay there wagging his tail in his usual good natured manner. He followed sounds with his blind eyes as if he could see in the alert way he always has. I was hoping that when the time came, I would be so certain- but I wasn't. I decided to go to school/work even though I was really REALLY sad. I said my last goodbyes to Murphy and sobbed the whole way to school (not so much that I wasn't driving carefully). Truthfully, I was hoping that when the vet came to my house that afternoon, he/she would look at Murph and tell my mom that there is a another solution that doesn't cost much. At about 2:15 this afternoon, I got a call on my cell phone (I was hanging out with Danny and a random-ish classmate instead of going to class) telling me that he was euthanized and that he went peacefully. I wouldn't say my hopes of him living were crushed because I didn't actually believe it would happen. Murph was a great dog. He was one of those kinds of dogs that would just love walking and standing next to you. He would be very happy when I would sit with him on the floor and loved to play even in his weaker times. He was such great company. He was a wonderful dog and a great friend. I'm going to miss my Muffin terribly. ~Julia~ |
Ooooooh goodness...
| PostedDate | 2/17/2006 12:44:00 AM |
| Body | Chatting way too late- GiuliaFelix (12:43:03 AM): Run like the wind, my friend Kshorsehick (12:43:05 AM): !! Kshorsehick (12:43:09 AM): donew GiuliaFelix (12:43:12 AM): donew? Kshorsehick (12:43:14 AM): zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz GiuliaFelix (12:43:22 AM): zooom zoom zoom Kshorsehick signed off at 12:43:28 AM. G'night, everyone. |
Julia's first car breakdown experience!
| PostedDate | 11/3/2005 1:26:00 PM |
| Body | My little grey car has been good to me so far, so I was surprised today when I suddenly heared a strange flapping sound in my car as I was driving down Highway 1. I pulled over. Deciding that I wasn't too far from the Sand City exit, I decided to try to turn back on my engine and try to crawl off the freeway at least. Buuut, when I actually turned on the engine- the flapping sound was louder and there was a very very scary smell. No no... that wouldn't work. I called my mom and was advised to get out and away from my car and call AAA.) I tried to call AAA but the loud cars passing by made it IMPOSSIBLE to hear the silent computerized operator. I called my mom back and asked her to call them for me. Soon after I hung up with my mom. A car pulled over to help me... it was someone I know! I actually wasn't surprised to see him because he, like me, is an MPC student who is taking the next level of Japanese at CSUMB and so I knew that he pretty much has the same route after Japanese class as I do. He looked under the hood at the engine. We're starting to learn car vocabulary in Japanese class, so we had just told eachother earlier that neither of us knows anything about cars. Nope, nothing exploded. Nothing that's OBVIOUSLY wrong here... He asked me to try turning on my engine again and he heard the sound. Also confused about it, he agreed that it probably IS best for me not to try to get off the freeway. He talked to me for a while (helped me calm down a little), made sure I was okay, gave me two little bags of Cheetos and his phone number, and drove off. About right then, AAA called me. The woman on the phone was obnoxious. I TOLD her where I was. I told her what exits I was between, but she was still listing off different exit names asking me if they are familiar (of course they're FAMILIAR, I drive this way EVERY DAY!) Finally, I told her that I had mentioned where I was WAAAAY earlier in the conversation and that should probably be enough. While I was still talking, another car pulled over to help me. This time it wasn't a person I know. Soo... I was a little worried. While I was talking to the woman on the phone (where exactly DOES Seaside begin, anyways?), I watched as the man lit a cigarette and stood a little too close for comfort to my open hood. The woman had me on hold for a while when the man held something from my car up for me to see. I had no clue what he was trying to show me and I wasn't crazy about strange people taking pieces out of my car. The woman wasn't saying to me (probably STILL trying to figure out my location...) so I got out of my car. I had noticed that this guy had on a jacket that said something about "Aeronautics" earlier... so I supposed that this guy knows (or likes people to THINK he knows) a good lot of things about mechanics. I asked him and he said he IS a mechanic. Assuming he wasn't lying at that time, I would have concluded that I have extraordinary good luck... but I was still wary because I know how people can and DO lie. He told me that my spark plug became... ermm... unplugged and a few more things were loose (apparently, this was the fault of the last mechanic I had... NOT my car!) The did a few things and then asked me to try turning on my engine again... ...no flapping sound!!!!! I thanked the man, gave him the Cheetos as payment (which he laughed at and accepted), and I got his phone number. That situation could've been really horrible... I know that. I have a lot of luck, I suppose. ...not that believing that would make me any less wary in the future, of course (that would just be foolish.) And here ends the story of Julia's first car breakdown experience... ~Julia~ |
Life at 18
"When I was at work, I saw a bag of "Dried mangos" and thought at first that it said "Dried nachos". I was very confused. My whole day was kind of like that. Meh..."
-Julia, 9/1/2005 8:24:00 PM
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