Charly A came to stay, and may he never leaves us…

Adopted on 3-29-21

This is Charly, he’s come to my home. Instead of this poor little fellow going to the Humane Society of Salt Lake, my husband and I paid an adoption fee. His previously adopted parents put him in the classified after only having him for a few months. His first family took him in as a pup but didn’t have the time for this sweet boy. The parents we got him from didn’t have time for him, so we brought him into our house. We have found in the last few days that the only time we spend with him is… we walk him in the morning, play tug-of-war for a little while when we get home. Feed him and let him sit with us as I write or my husband watches television and/or reads.

Around noon, we take him out for a nice long afternoon walk, play a little tug-of-war with a toy, give him a little attention, and then give him a treat for doing a good job on his walk. Before bed, he goes out and takes care of business, then he goes to bed. Wow, doesn’t feel like much of a hardship, but then maybe something so tiny and cute deserves to be showered with love and attention. We have noticed that he gets stand-offish and shakes severely around deep voices and big people. Barks and growls, it’s pretty sad. The day my daughter and I picked him up, the family we got him from didn’t know if Charly had had his shots. They hadn’t taken him in. So, I took him in and had the Humane Society start his shots from a pup. His hairs matted, so I’ve made him a haircut, shampoo, anal gland check, etc., appointment on their first opening and then he’ll get a Well Dog Check-up with a Veterinarian. I must admit it is so easy to fall in love with these darling little dogs. He is a full breed Papillion. About 8 pounds and small. They resemble a fox one minute and a gremlin the next. They are smart, easy to train, loyal and just plain adorable. Puppies are adorable, but adopting an older dog is easier…. believe me 🙂

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It’s a Beautiful Sight

Alta Ski Resort, Alta Utah Photographer IzLa Motte Skier Megan McJames

On February 13, 2021, Utah’s ski resorts started seeing some of the best snow the year graciously dumped our way!

During the months of December and January, the machines were working at every ski resort in the Wasatch Mountain Range. Frantically working to provide them with enough ‘snow’ to build up the meager amount of ‘real’ snow barely covering the ground on the ski runs. Hoping that the resorts could finally open up to the public. Masked of course. Which, please… who isn’t wearing something over their face, as they’re whipping down a mountain into freezing weather. Around thirty degrees of water that just happens to be whipping directing at them. Yep, they’re masked.

But, the ever elusive snow continued to refuse Utah those white crystals. Left some in Las Vegas, St. George, Seattle, even Arizona , but neglected to drop by the Salt Lake Region. Park City, Deer Valley, Alta, Brighton, Canyons, etc. They all felt the squeeze of 2020 like a reoccurring nightmare. Hotels were getting those terrifying phone calls, daily. “Ah, yah. I’ve got a reservation for like, Friday. But, do have any snow yet?” “No, huh, ah, I’m going to need to postpone or yeah, cancel that.” 2021 became a continuation of 2020 November / December. So everyday, the words of the weatherman, disappointed resort owners, skiers and ski boarders, with reports of, “there’s another front coming in, but it looks like it will be missing us, or it’s working it’s way down, or it’s going to miss the higher elevations. Or, we’ll be getting rain instead anything snow…

People were turning off the TV. Worrying and wondering when… when would they see the snow, the piles of shoveled, piled, dirty, sloshy, slushy, “When will spring arrive,” snow. Well, drum role. That cute old rodent, that fat furry pot bellied mole from Michigan and Philadelphia, yah, him; the ground hog. I believe he saw his shadow. Which, correct me, but I believe it means, that there is six more weeks until spring. In Utah that’s when our fabulous SNOW melt begins, because IT BE SNOWING in Utah. At the time of the picture above, 31 inches fell in one night. Get out your skies, the roads are closed due to avalanches, but give it a while, our plows will clear it, and open the roads, “ya all are welcome to enjoy the snow, again.”

Welcome to the greatest snow,

Doree Anderson

Welcome to a whole New Year

It feels like a whole new year, this 2021. Maybe it’s my brain set. And that’s okay. I say whatever gets us through. If we can feel good about a date, I say jump on board. Grab that cord and wrap it, snag the end and brace yourself. Take that ride.

I’ve nailed my goals down. I am determined this year to get two polished to perfection books from beginning -to- edit to published. A middle grade and a young adult novel. I have even put money down on The Write Practice novel in a year program that takes you from idea, to layout, to edit with agents and editors, to publishing. I’ve named it my Get Your Bootie Super Glued to the Bottom of Your Chair. Spread your bottom, extend your pages program. Goal two) I will blog at least once every two weeks. Yes, I know, it will cause major migraines of insufferable pain just attempting to pull something from my tiny mind with tweezers to write, but I’ll find it. I’m sure. I bribe, I cry, I have temper tantrums down to an award-winning performance. Goal 3) Goodreads and I have signed a private contract. Something to do with reading 40 books this year. Oh, and they need to be both non fiction and fiction, and none of this all short stories. Nope, this year, we toss in some actual three or four hundred pages… I know! Right?

I wrote my resolutions in pencil at a specific time for the month of January. This is the 6:00 am exercise M,W,T,F, W1; M,T,T,F, W2, etc. Laundry, Cleaning, etc. I’ve gotten to know myself pretty well in the last 63 years and I pencil these resolutions in because of my tendency to promise myself I’ll stick with them, but things get switched around or dropped off the old calendar usually by month two. But then after a month or two down the road, I’ll recall how good I felt, and that I got through that first month. So maybe… and then I do, re-attempt these resolutions at least twice more during the year.

Here I am at the 3rd of January with a smile on my face, yeah. Join me for the rest of the year and see if we all make it to the end grinnin’, Okay?

Doree Anderson MG/YA Author/Humor

Writer who spreads love through a child’s’ giggles.

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Some Parents are Crying about Masks

Capturing the Pain Suffered from Wearing Face Masks. Parents are Concerned.

Isn’t it great? Everyone’s getting vaccinated. The world is getting back on their feet. Restaurants are opening their doors. Kids are back in school and finishing the school year like it in 2019 the way it used to. Graduations are going on again at Universities and Colleges. Yes! Toss that Cap and cry Hallelujah… You deserve it, so do it.

BUT Wait… we are only Getting There, Let’s Not Throw Everything Away. We’re getting there, we are not there, yet!!!

Gone would be one-hundred percent cured. It’s been cornered and we’re approaching it with a lasso, but we haven’t gotten the disease into a secure facility and locked up under key for good.

Yet, a group of parents (I use this word grudgingly) are whining because their little kids must wear masks in school, WHAA. Too sad. For you. Sit next to me without face covering and You’ll Hear it from me, Loud and Clear. You don’t deserve to decide how I live. I won’t give you that right. Go ahead, strike me.

To all the ungrateful parents that are a member of the “See My Smile,” group that acted like a bunch of ill-behaved baboons and rushed up on the members of the school board at a board meeting and were mad because you didn’t get your way. That is just too damn bad. The State Mandate declares: When In School, or any other group setting YOU ARE REQUIRED TO COVER YOUR FACE! Wear your masks.

Wear a mask. Put it on. It doesn’t hurt. No Pain. My child doesn’t care about your smile, they just want to know that you’re healthy, don’t have a cough and that people are more compassionate towards others.

Doree Anderson/ A masked parent and proud of it.

Spring Forward, Jump Ahead…

It’s that time again: Spring Forward: Daylight Savings?

The constant questions carry on about whether or not Utah should follow every other state across the country in regards to participating in Daylight Savings. Every couple of weeks before our clocks strike the date that we should spring forward or jump ahead, the same old questions are asked. Why? What are we gaining. And the answer is always the same, “An hour of daylight benefits the businessman, the students, and even the farmer.” Great! But has anyone asked one of them? I did. A student and a farmer. Those driving to and from work can simply slip on a pair of sun glasses, put down their phones, and pay attention.

Okay. So, lets ask a farmer. According to one farmer, he understood that it had to do with the dampness of the morning dew. “An hour earlier, the dew is still light drops on the grain, an hour later, the dew has been dried by the sun. Once the fields are dry, you cut your grain. You don’t want the fields to be wet. That makes the straw, grains, or hay, damp and it will mildew inside the bale. Sure, in the early years, that might have been the case, but the machines used for baling crops have changed. The same is said for the way farmers water their crops.” As for the milk cows. The farmer said he didn’t think they cared about the sun or daylight savings. “If a cow needs to be milked, doesn’t matter the time, or sun, milk it.”

The students that walk to school, according to a middle grader, “doesn’t matter. I still end up walking in the darkness. Sometimes, like if it’s getting ready to storm. It doesn’t matter what time it is. The sun isn’t out. It’s dark and people still don’t look. How come I lose an hour of sleep and they still don’t see us walking?”

Drivers should benefit from the change. I notice right before the hour change that the sun is hammering me square in the eyes. That’s when we lift our sunglasses and put them on. One small injury to a child will live with you for the rest of your life. So, should we ride the Daylight Savings coattails? I’m one little retired person – what do I know?

Doree Anderson

Having Fun With Books

Howdy, I’ve been reading. You’d think I would, right. I mean I write, therefore I should read. And if I’ve read a few fun books, I should share those books with you. So, I shall:

First Book… by Sarah Mlynowski, Don’t Even Think About It. I found more opportunities to chuckle through this young adult book then I have in a while. The concept was really good. (Wish I had come up with it.) Especially in this time of pandemic. Her characters are true to their age and colorful. You’ll fall in love with them from page one. The circumstance is believable and she carries it all the way through to the end. And, no two students are a like, (a pet peeve of mine is to read a resemblance between kids that aren’t related). There is a follow up that I will be indulging in.

Second Book… by C.T. Walsh, Middle School Mayhem Down with the Dance, Austin is starting middle school. That in itself is the pits, but add an older brother who is ‘the man’ and you can begin digging the hole to dump poor Austin in. This older brother Derek, along with a mean principal have it in for Austin and torture him in all sorts of ways. Then there’s Sophie, a pretty little gal who Austin wants to win, and you introduce embarrassment on top of that and these days are just starting. Its a fun read for any kid of any grade. Mr. Walsh has nailed his middle grade characters, school and the life of a student on the head. This also has another book in a series.

Third & Fourth Books… by Sarah Mlynowski, Lauren Myracle, and Emily Jenkins, Upside Down Magic #1 and Upside Down Magic (Sticks and Stones) #2. This is a series of delightful Middle Grade books about a young girl who is working on her kitten shift into the realm of magic of which her family is a part of. Her first test into an elite school, she shifted into not one, but two animals so she didn’t get into the school she wanted. She’s attending another one where her duel animal shifts are allowed. Yet, she and her friends are practicing to overcome their tendencies to flub up uncontrolled shifts. Determination dictates that she retake and pass her admittance to get into the private school where her father is the director. These are cute and easy reads. Perfect books for young readers to enjoy. The characters pop out of the page with their wayward uncontrolled shifts. Each student has different forms of magic and run into unique complications in their control.

***I currently have my nose buried in The Essential Louise Hay Collection. I’ll give you a brief rundown when I’m through. When asked what my hobbies are, reading is always number one.

Take a few and open up a book or two and read. It’s a great way to enjoy a stay-cation.

Doree

An Observation with Exclamation

I gave it a week,

Might I say it was sweet,

Then I loosened the knot,

And wham, I fell to my knees,

I cried out, “Quick, I need a repeat!”

I blew it. I embraced it.

I gave my heart at the start of the year,

Day 1 through 7th, not a scratch, not a tear.

On the 8th day, it happened,

My world crumbled, it all fell apart,

My computer crashed,

“No,” I yelled out, “Dude, it’s too soon,

I need a new start. What am I gonna do?”

The words ricocheted throughout the room.

Is this a glimpse into another year of doom?

The pandemic kept me in lock down,

I occupied my time writing until I was spent.

Now, encased on a dead hard drive

I can’t recover any of those documents?

Well… I’m just not ready, oh no, there is no way

I’m accepting this roller coaster ride for another day.

With a new computer and soon a vaccine

I’m taking on this year by its ring a ding, a ding, ding, a ding, ..a ding,.. ding ..ding

And that’s the way I see it;

Doree Anderson

Let’s talk ‘New Year’ … Commit to It

I always like to think that when the New Year puts in her first appearance at 12:01 a.m, I’m ready. I’ve got my slickers on, coat, hat, and gloves. As I stand beneath a star filled, black-canvas night, in anticipation for the majestic bursts of bright blue, yellow, red, green, and white colored light as we welcome another year into our lives.

I’m rearing to go. Lickety split, that’il do the trick, it’s time we get to say hello to 2021.

It’s all new. No dust, no fingerprints, nothing to ruin it yet. Hopefully, we’ve all spent the last couple of days writing down the four goals that we want to accomplish during the upcoming years. (I say four because I like to make a huge goal for each quarter of the year)

This year, we begin again. Wipe the board clean and take out your organization paper. Brainstorm on what things you wish to accomplish and when, then copy it down, organize, document and when we call down the seconds, we’re set it all to begin.

If you’re going to lose weight, admit it. You want to do a new project, commit. Want to write a book, start it. Check out a new job, apply for it. This is your time. Instead of talking about it, here’s your chance to step off the sidewalk and hit the road. I’m going to.

I have committed to writing, editing, completing, and publishing a book this year… not self but, (and here’s the nail biter) the good old-fashioned way. I’m going to give it the agented way.  Let’s just say, that’s what’s under Goal for the fourth quarter.

Okay, one two three

Happy New Years Eve, 2020-21

Doree Anderson

2020 Bye Bye

As the years pile on, the thrill slips away. I find my eagerness toward holidays wane. People need power cords or batteries. A zap of energy would work for me.

In earlier years, I loved to decorator. When we had a holiday coming round, I’d break out the boxes or take a quick trip to the closest hobby store. By the way, it’s also a great time for a good cleaning. When the red, white, and blue is replaced with back to school, remember to rearrange the furniture too. I’ve learned, the hard way, that a wayward plastic spider found roaming the floor around Thanksgiving isn’t fun.

I loved that feeling of joy going from Halloween to Thanksgiving, to Christmas.

And then a new year arrives with eagerness. January is a decoration free, wiped down, squeaky clean beginning. A new start with a list of goals and trips to make.

2020 Began exactly as it should. February was good. March had a whole unique plan… No, oh no, from here the world went kaput.

So, from here on out… I am demanding a synopsis. A little idea on what’s coming around the corner each month. Thank you… please. No COVID-19, no earthquake, or hundred miles an-hour winds that knock over the neighbor’s trees against our house.   

I spent a couple of days boxing up the few Thanksgiving decorations and bring down the Christmas decorations. Halloween was a bust. Fall wasn’t much, and I didn’t know how much of Christmas I cared to display. After grinching a moment, I’m happy to say, the stockings are up; the lights are lit, and we welcome Santa to play. I have bulbs on my tree, and a present or three, I’m ready for Christmas day.

Have a Healthy and Safe Holiday Season!

Doree Anderson

It’s December 1st… Are you ready?

2020 is coming to an end… Only 30 more days!

We’ve missed so much ‘together time’ with our family and friends this year, that I know I’ll be utilizing Christmas Cards as a special way to reach out and say “Hi.” How are you and yours doing this trying Covid year.” Let’s kick this 2020 out of the way. Cards are a great way to put a hand out and say, “We’ve been thinking of you!”

I’ve removed everything Halloween, Pumpkins, Autumn, and Thanksgiving from the mantle and the shelves. I re-boxed them up and even taken them down the stairs. I returned upstairs and plopped down on the couch. Yep, it all looks so nice and clean. And then I watch the Television. This commercial comes on about a woman setting down a couple of pairs of shades and telling her husband she bought them today for Christmas and he shows her what he bought that day, a red car and a black truck. The wife takes the truck the husband wanted. And then it hits me. Duh, when those boxes go downstairs, you take the next holiday boxes upstairs with you. It’s another holiday that I’ve accumulated an assortment of knickknacks and ornaments. And score! This one also comes with a tree to use floor space that I don’t have. No worries, I still manage anyway.

So, with all the boxes sitting around me, I thought I’d take a break and write out my Christmas cards. If I don’t do it now, I might accidentally re-box them and then I’ll end up forgetting them until December 2021 and I’m really anxious to get 2020 over with. And we all Need A Little Christmas Cheer, especially this year!

Happy Decorating

Doree