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

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

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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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

Thanks For Giving

This is the time of year when we sit around the table and give thanks to everyone and everything that we appreciate and lift a glass of cheer. But not this year!

This year, we are all praying for a shot. A perfect cure for the biggest crisis that this world has ever endured.  Even wars haven’t taken on the whole globe like this stupid sickness has. Whoever it is we are to accuse, bat, technician, or the cute little turkey in the picture on the left, we all need to wear a mask, keep our six foot of distance and remember to keep our hands clean. Easily the three most important things to do. Do It. These citizens who think that they are being violated need to get the heads out from under the rock. Ignorance doesn’t pass you by. You can and will cause others to die. And frankly if it were up to me, I’d (I’m sorry but) spit in their eye.

If someone tells me that I’m offending them for wearing a mask, they deserve my irritation. I have every right to protect myself and my family. If they hate their own kids, and elderly, that is their too bad.

This is the time to take care of the elderly, the poor, the hungry by giving and if that means simply wear a mask, then do it.

Doree

Happy Thanksgiving

It’s the Fourth of July

Is it okay to say I love this country? Is it allowed for me to admit that I am a white, born and raised American female. Is it acceptable that I admit that I never lived in a house that owned, discriminated or treated any other race differently than myself?

That said, I will admit that I am mad about the defacing of my country. The destruction that others are pouring on the history of the land that represents all that I am.

History… the whole series of past events connected with someone or something.

Without history, you have no present. Tearing it down doesn’t make it go away. It happened, give the world a break. African Americans, if you want to be treated with the same respect of Americans, perhaps you might want to drop the ‘African.’ You demand through that alone to separate yourselves from every country, frankly. You became slaves, not because of America, but because the tribes in Africa sold you to Americans and placed you into slavery. Quit blaming us.

The Jewish have the right to condemn, protest and scream for the recognition that their countrymen were put through during the Holocaust. Innocent men, women, and children were killed, poisoned and put through genocide to their demise. Yet, they aren’t rioting on the streets of their country, breaking down and burning buildings, stealing and beating or killing others. They aren’t demanding citizens refer to them as Black Lives Matter and go so far as to paint the words in huge yellow letters on public streets. Jewish people show themselves as mature human beings. I’m saddened by the traits that some of our black’s demonstrate. ‘Jews Lives Matter’ especially after what they have suffered at the hands of a vicious man.

No single life matters anymore than anyone else. EVERY LIFE MATTERS. A HEART BEATS A LIFE EXISTS AND THAT LIFE MATTERS. PERIOD!

Today is our country’s date of celebration. Our founding fathers signed the constitution of the United States. We pledge allegiance to the flag for the republic for which it stands. One nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.

Doree L Anderson

Corvid-19 A Whole New World

Required face gear

One morning, in the month of March,

 As I eagerly dressed for school,

My Mom stopped at my door and sadly said,

“I’m sorry, but our world has proved a fool,

So for the unseen future everything is closed

Including business, stores, and schools.”

“It’s a weekday, what has changed?” I asked.

Besides my mom, who’s now deranged.

Our world was accidently exposed to

A Pandemic and death toles that constantly grows.

Schools are locked down until further advised

The world’s quarantined and her people, terrorized.

I’m a teenager, I’ll never survive

I’m made for this world, outdoors, not inside.

You can’t lock me away. I’ve got to shine

Pandemic? Say what, color me blind

How can this happen, with science and all?

We slept on the job and This Pandemic is our downfall.

Doree Anderson

Quarantined… Stay Inside Earthquake… Get the Cars Outside?

In March 16th, Salt Lake City residents woke up at 7:09 to a 5.7 Earthquake. Buildings in downtown Salt Lake City lost bricks. Pictures fell from walls, items tumble over, and down from shelves. Over 30 houses were displaced from their foundations in the West Valley area, and walls came down in several buildings within the city. But at the epic centers; Magna, Utah, the old buildings that graced main street suffered the some damage.

Here’s the thing… hearts are already pounding against our chests. Stress is huge boulders sitting on our shoulders, and then… Ah, hello! Make the earth move under our feet and pictures shake off of our shelves because the Corona-virus isn’t enough. Lets throw an earthquake upon the nice people of Salt Lake County. It’s just what they needed. NOT!

I had finally slept in. The first time since the virus situation began. The bed began to move. Not gently, not like when the kitten jumps up to demand breakfast, or the dog takes a flying leap on top of me to say that a walk outside would be appreciated. This was a shake that told me something was wrong. The picture hanging on the wall above my head was actually slapping the wallboard behind it. Yep… that bad. I was up and dressed so fast, the dog would have been impressed except he was hiding somewhere else inside the house. He was scared out of his mind. 5.7 followed by over 200 after shocks, one 4.6 and a few 4.3, and on and on…

Dang happy when then came down to just a little shake and hummm

Get this virus over with, I need to calm down.

Doree Anderson,’ Keep on writing, my friends.