Monthly Archives: June 2009

News of the Day

In case you missed it:  Tattoo freaks beware.  (I want to know how you could sleep during that!)

Teri gets dissed:  At the park this morning, Terri is happily romping with Archie and Snoopy, when some guy comes up and says that he loooooovvvvves German Shepherds and makes a beeline for Archie.  As he passes by, Terri trots up to him, expecting a pat.  The guy reels back in disgust.  “I don’t like those dogs,” he sneers.  When he leaves, Archie’s human sums him up in one word: nuts!

Iran, North Korea, Pakistan, the Sudan, and Hezbullah in the PA territories:   The world is going to heck in a hand basket.  So much bad news, I’ve taken to turning the radio off when the news pips start!

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A Thousand Walks

Doing the math: well, we aren’t up to 1000 walks together yet, but we are getting there.  Terri came into my life about 11 months ago, and even taking into consideration the times I traveled, that adds up to a heck of a lot of walks.  We’ve been out there in blazing heat, hamsin dust storms, pouring rain, hail, and cold.  We’ve seen sunrises and sunsets.  We’ve seen tons of birds, plenty of other dogs, lots of cats, shefan selah (hyrax), and several jackals.  We’ve seen sunrises and sunsets, smelled sage, jasmine, and lavender, and looked at spectacular views.  I’m looking forward to the next thousand.

And don’t forget the kitties: They can do tricksHat tip to San Diego reader LR.

Missing Denise: A memorial site is up at her local newspaper. Meanwhile, the library where she worked is planning a Denise Guren Memorial Bike Rack.  She would like that!

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In loving memory: My sister Denise passed away on Sunday after a 5.5-year battle with cancer.  She courageously endured unspeakable treatments, multiple hospital stays, and, towards the end, almost constant pain.  “I’m still living,” she would tell us.  She crammed more into these past few years than many people do in a lifetime, continuing to be active in her congregations (two!), playing fiddle in her klezmer band (What the Chelm), working, and even leading a team of knitters for Keep the Fleece (a project sponsored by Heifer International, one of her favorite charities).  She loved folk dancing and ethnic music, and was thrilled to have survived long enough to dance at her son’s wedding.  She expressed her creativity through natural textiles (mostly spinning, weaving, and knitting).  Three weeks ago, I watched her spend an hour in a  natural dye shop—she was still eagerly planning new projects and looking forward to experimenting with these plant dyes.

I am grateful that I was just there and had a week with her.  The chance to say a proper good-bye is a real blessing.

This picture was taken half a year before her diagnosis.  With her is her husband, Doug Dodd.  In addition to our parents, myself, and our sister Tracy, Denise is survived by her two sons, Tavi and Noam.

The tradition of reciting the psalm eishet chayil is especially appropriate for Denise, because she truly was a woman of valor.
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