Daily Archives: November 5, 2012

The Problem With The Problem? Computer Challenged?

I had/have a problem with WordPress and my computer. I had h—  getting the Foundlings Four photos to work in a slide show the way that I intended. I worked and worked with the cotton-pickin pics for over an hour plus. I am apparently (aged) and (computer) challenged for I could not get the slide show to work as I wanted. So, when I have time, I need to practice again and again and again!!!!  The story below is rather long and detailed. Just skim over,  you won’t miss much. I need to work on some of these long stories  as well and condense -sort of like Readers’ Digest style or even less.

That old saying that less is better, I think  is true where blogs are concerned. But when I initially began writing these pet stories I had not intended them for Internet viewing. Pet stories were over in Word Process and my dear daughter suggested that I write a blog. She believed that I needed some kind of shock,  in the form of rentless suggesting to get over the shock of what my changed life was doing to me. The answer was grief therapy, in the form of writing. So she decided that blogging on her web site would help me tremendously. Well- it did to a degree. What she suggested created a monster in the form of an addiction. So any young people out there that are planning your parent/s activities be careful. You might get more than what you expected.
Now, my daughter says that all I do is blog writing,  editing photos, and piddling with my camera. What does this child of mine want me to do? I have thought of several answers and I am sorry but I am not the knitting kind.  I am not into social groups, wine tasting tours, travel, or card playing, I don’t like to rock unless it is to dance to “rock and roll.”  I no longer watch  TV and I am not a real social kind of person.  So if any if you out there care to offer some suggestions, fire away. So now my daughter says I have a problem. Well, I think I do. The perceived problem actually became a problem.
The Foundlings Four follows this brief interruption of irrelevant complaining.
Post: Yvonne

The Foundlings Four (hand raised by me)


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Originally posted January 20,2011    
The Foundlings Four

In August 2001, an almost unbearable summer was still underway. Texas in the summer is miserable with hot sticky heat waves that seem to go on and on with a relentless determination to keep the thermometer over 100 degrees for days and days. This particular August had been difficult for me.  The heat seemed to intensify as I mourned the loss of one of my favorite cats, Bentley, who had gone missing in June. He had slipped out the back door one morning and I did not pursue him because I had hardly slept the night before due to a migraine headache that would not let up- even with strong medication. Bentley had never left the yard, always preferring to lounge under one of my husband’s trucks. So after he ran from the house I told myself that he would not go far and so I retreated back to bed where I stayed almost the entire day. I forgot about Bentley being outside and when I suddenly remembered  at 10 o’clock, that he was still out, I began to call for him fully expecting that he would come to the door at break neck speed- happy to be going inside. But on this night Bentley did not appear.  I was immediately worried and horrified for fear that he was not coming back. My fears became real by the next morning when he did not appear.  In the days that followed, I drove around many neighborhoods putting up posters and running ads in the newspaper for at least 5-6 months. Bentley was never found and to this day I think of all the terrible things that could have caused his demise.  Years later I still feel guilty because I forgot that he was outside. In the past I had not ever let a cat remain outdoors and to this day I can not comprehend why I was so lax and careless.  Our home is in a semi-wood area with deep ravines about a block away. Coyotes might have eaten him and many other bad things could have taken his life. Losing Bentley impacted my summer in a way that I could not have imagined.

By mid July, I had spoken with a prominent neighborhood couple, who owned a corner plot of land that was a perfect stetting for a large sign that I had envisioned to advertise my lost cat. A large sign would display a reward of 500 hundred (yes, $500) and a description of my cat. The corner is a well traveled road and I thought the spot would be the perfect place for my lost cat sign. I believed that a large reward would be an enticement for people to pay attention stray cats or if someone had him, then they hopefully would return him to me.

Of course, I had to find someone to make my sign but finding a sign maker that I could afford proved to be a difficult task. I spoke with no less that 5-7 men before someone told me about a man in a small town that was about 12 miles from the city. I spoke with him on the phone and made an appointment to bring my cat’s photo and the information that would be printed on a large piece of sign board that I would furnish. In a few days I met with the man who seemed interested, however, he could not give me a definite price.  I left the sign maker with a photo of Bentley, my name and also my phone number.  My other obstacle was to locate a carpenter who could make a brace for the back of the sign. The brace would stabilize the sign by keeping it upright and in place. I obtained the sign board from the only store in our city that had what I needed.


To be continued:  Look for Part II of “The Foundlings Four”.


Post  and photographs:  Yvonne

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