Monthly Archives: March 2007

It’s Not So Bad

I have made a habit of not watching the TV news. For the sake of sensationalism, which apparently generates bucks for the sponsors, all I ever hear on network news is the bad news. Sometimes there will be a cute human interest story, or a cute animal tale, but generally it’s all about conflicts and crime. It’s enough to make one lose their hope for humanity.

We all know on some level that there is good news too. The Good Samaritan who does his work quietly; the anonymous paramedic, doctor, social worker, or just the ordinary man or woman on the street who sees someone in need of aid and provides it.

So, in the interest of shining a little bright light into all our lives, I decided to post this little poem I found in a Sylvia Browne book. It’s there to remind us that there is good around us always. OK, it’s a pretty corny. At least it rhymes.

The Brighter Side


Someone committed murder last night.

But hundreds of thousands were kind,

For the wrong that is done is forever is sight

To the good that are fearfully blind.


Someone deserted his children today,

But millions of fathers were true.

The bad deeds are not such a fearful array

Compared to the good that men do.


Somebody stole from his brother last night,

But millions of honest men live.

Someone was killed in a murderous fight,

But thousands were glad to forgive.


Their brothers, the wrongs that were fancied or real.

The crimes that we hear of each day

Compared in the good deeds that we could reveal,

Make not such a fearful array.


I would answer the men who stand up and declare,

That the world is much given to vice

That the sum of men’s crimes every day, everywhere,

Can’t compare with man’s sweet sacrifice.


That for every black soul there are thousands pure white,

The sum of the sinners hopefully is few.

And I know in  my heart that the world is all right,

When I think of the good that men do.



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Me, Engine

Do any of you remember that Simon & Garfunkel song of the late 70’s called “Baby Driver”? Some of the lyrics are:

“Scoot down the road what’s my number? I wonder how your engine feels…bop ba ba ba”

Well, I found this old picture of myself and my old boyfriend Rich (the MG mechanic mentioned in the post “No Regrets“). As you can see, the car’s original innards are gone, and I am getting a tune up. Now I know how the engine feels…bop ba ba ba.]

No this was not one of my MGs. Actually Rich still has this car and still drives it around, although in Kentucky now, not California.


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For those of you unfamiliar with grey cheeks, let me preface this post with the fact that they are so beloved and so hard to find that there are thousands of folks who want one and not enough supply to satisfy the demand. In the 1980’s they were everywhere in pet stores -they were imported by the thousands into the US. In the 1990’s, laws regarding importation of birds for the pet trade changed, so birds are no longer legally imported here. So that leaves the old birds that were left from the 80’s glut, and/or any of their babies. Grey cheeks are notoriously difficult to breed, so when breeders have a successful breeding pair, they do not want to sell their babies since they become more potential breeding stock. These breeders are to be commended; they could command untold sums of money per bird, but rather than sell them as pets, they hope to increase the species numbers here in the US. These birds are also in danger in their natural habitats in South America, so these breeders are actually keeping the species alive in more ways than one.

Now that you have that background, here is Kipper, a grey cheek that my acquaintance Karl feels blessed to have found at a bird store in San Diego. Karl went in to buy food and saw Kipper in the back room. Kipper’s previous owner had passed away and her adult children were afraid of him, so they sold him to the bird store.

Karl says Kipper is capable of putting on a “monster” facade while in his cage, but is in fact the sweetest grey cheek of the 6 he has had. Kipper is probably quite old and so far hasn’t shown any interest in the fruits or vegetables that other Brotos enjoy.

Apparently, Kipper was always a loner and companion for the older lady that owned him. He’s a pretty fearless little guy! And worth a fortune in love given and received.

Thanks to Karl and Angie for allowing Kipper to appear on Quantum Leaps.

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Men with Birds

I felt that a showcase of men “rubbing shoulders” with birds was needed. Here is a compilation of male people I know brave enough to get within the personal space of a parrot:

Gizmo and Dad

Hubby Bill and Peeper

Rick meets Gizmo

Bill and Gobi

My cousin Ron cautiously approaches Gizzy.

Where’s the bird? Look under Mike’s chin! There’s little Forest under the cashmere.


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Wordless Wednesday #11


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No Regrets

I was recently at my chiropractor’s and started talking with an elderly woman that I see at the office once in awhile. Her name is Madelyn and we somehow seem to seek each other out and make small talk. This last time I saw her, however, the small talk took a serious turn and she revealed to me two regrets that she had in her long life. As I listened to her speak, I realized that I had experienced both of the things she regretted not having done.

She told me that her first regret is “I regret that I never had long hair.” I replied that it’s not too late for her to have long hair but she thought that long hair “doesn’t look good on old ladies.” I disagree, I think older women with long hair look more youthful. Anyway, I had longish hair once. I’m glad I had it, but I prefer what I have now. Here I am with long hair, some years ago at a friend’s wedding (with my future hubby next to me):

Madelyn’s next regret was “I never had a red convertible sports car.” I thought to myself “I’ve led a less sheltered life than I thought because I DID have a red convertible sports car!” It was an MGB, candy apple red, which I bought at age 19 with my own money. My dad and I had a huge argument over it (“while you’re under my roof you are not spending your money on a piece-of-shit MG), but as part of the growing up and rebelling experience, I bought it anyway. My boyfriend at the time was a mechanic (good thing, too) and I learned a lot about cars through the experience. I remember once removing the radiator by myself because it had leaks. Those cars were easy to work on, not like the cars today with their jam-packed engine compartments and computer operated systems. Unfortunately, I can’t find a photo of my “little red convertible”, but since I had two convertibles in my lifetime here’s the other one; another MGB, this one was orange with a blue stripe (old boyfriend standing by):

The tragedy of this particular car was this: I eventually sold it to my cousin, who is very handy with cars.; he drove it for a few years, and then one day driving down the freeway, the fan blade came spinning through the hood. And that was the end of that.

So, although my acquaintance may have her regrets, I discovered that these two events were not to become regrets of mine. I’ll keep encouraging her to grow her hair, and maybe someday soon, if we become friends, I’ll rent a red convertible for her to drive for a day. I would love to see that!!!!!!


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Wordless Wednesday #12


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