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To: Kenneth Kirk who wrote (2)	2/16/1998 3:37:00 AM
From: D LEE	Respond to of 139

dexx has got to be right the puppy is the most recent of my experiences continually. this one is 7, but in terms of "mixed terrier age", his body has thickened out a bit and he has developed a few sagging places and rumples we never bargained for, heart worm we rescued him from with a little money, he hates it and growls at us when we give him a bath the past few years, (so we fool him with the hose and "dry clean" him often with snow while playing, hehehe) Some times he gets a little ignored. (I sit at the computer etc he makes use of his time waiting, resting up, and such. now he's having a chat with a some other dog 2 blocks away. he's in control enough, rings a little row of bells on the front door when he wants out. he gets it every time and pushes it to get in himself, no problem. doesn't need a collar messing up his neck so some times we don't hear him come in. So we get a breath of fresh air besides i insulated properly, no problem. hops up and lets me give him a path to my feet under the electric blanket when he gets cool at night. all i have to do is enjoy how heavy he likes to lean on me then he thinks it's only natural and that my ankles can take it, so they can. all i have to do is give him a "little blow hole to poke his nose out of. happy time when i return from being away, take verbal abuse when i leave. (he cares) i realize he needs interesting stuff like 3/4 of a banana, salad, yesterday he had more than half of a sour grapefruit. perk-ups. just like the rest of us (and he insists on sharing "his Hershey bars" with me making me crave more for what i missed and know he should not have too much of that. impossible to sneak though. he knows) when he "gets punk" i realize it because i've been forgetting to share this stuff with him (or we over did the Hershey's) After the 5 days away for heartworm treatment i realized how much we meant to his little life. his eyes were glassed white (actually looked like blindness setting in) he walked right by me. other things were on his mind, he adjusted the only way he saw he had. every time i touch him i try to live the experience in reverse. It's all i care about when i do it. IE. "how does he feel those few moments because of "his pet" knowing he is there and appreciating it?" some day i won't be able to do that, and he may leave me very politely as well in the end. i couldn't afford living with myself if i didn't do this when i had the chance. "grey" house i didn't really know what to say about till i see Did Slick Boink Monica? Replies: 7114, Latest: Feb 16 1998 2:19AM right under this thread. (check by hitting "return to coffee shop") easy to feel the same way you do dexx when i see 7114 posts! it's saddening that the "wrong news" is only so well responded to. (it makes me think of lemmings jumping off a cliff, simply because "the lemmings happen to be jumping off the cliff") it's cold to say it here, but analyzed properly i think we could utilize this "feature of human nature" very well to achieve a special goal of ours. (i'll prefer now, just typing good ol' "dexx" in the search engine!) profound and useful Thread, here! Ken, it sounds like you'll be visiting often. Myself, I'm needing a new page just to continue on post one thoughts! I think some real insider stuff can be done here. si is going to get a dose of compassion for a change.

To: Kenneth Kirk who wrote (2)	2/16/1998 1:34:00 PM
From: dexx	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 139

Kenneth, I thank you for your kind words. I will post here whenever I get some time or whenever something strikes me as appropriate for the mental oasis that I would like this thread to be. You are welcome to contribute. This thread is intended to offer a place for thoughtful rest in what is generally considered a hectic arena known as the stock market. Granted, I can be as outspoken as anyone else, but I also like to regroup and spend some introspective time as well. Again, Kenneth, thanks for visiting. ________________________________________ Does anyone know why?... ...we spend so much time re-living yesterday, guessing how we should live tomorrow, and never really living today? "Yesterdays" were all "todays" once, and "tomorrows" are all "todays" yet to be. So if we concentrate totally on all of "nows" in our "todays," the "yesterdays" and "tomorrows" will be much more meaningful and richer for it. Poem: I reminisce about the past, Then worry overcomes me fast. What yesterday I should have done, I'll put off 'til tomorrow comes. I fear to live this moment now, Chained to past and future's plow. Can't change, yet I can't stay the same. I'm lost in time's unending game. How long before I finally see That 'now' is where I need to be. Dexx

To: Kenneth Kirk who wrote (2)	2/20/1998 12:49:00 AM
From: D LEE	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 139

No fancy poem here! "Cowboy Poetry" is so simple, it's beauty cannot be forgotten. Playing with their words is impossible. Johnny Carson used to introduce them on his show with unbeatable results. Examine more than once! This post is especially for Kenneth. But everyone; "empty your minds" of this prattle before you read! . . T'was battered and scarred and the auctioneer, Thought it scarcely worth his while. To waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good folks " he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" " A dollar then,, "Two!" Only two? two dollars, and who'll make it three? "Three dollars, once Three dollars twice, going for three, But no. From the room far back, a grey haired man, came forward and picked up the bow. Then wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings. He played a melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings. The music ceased and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quite low, Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?" and held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? two thousand! and who'll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice, and going and gone" said he. The people cheered but some of them cried, we do not quite understand, What changed it's worth?, Swift came the reply, "The Touch of the Masters Hand." And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin. Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin. A "mess of pottage a glass of wine, a game " And he travels on. He is "going" and almost gone." But the Master comes and the foolish crowd, never can quite understand. The worth of a soul and the changes that wrought, by "The Touch of the Masters Hand." ("The Touch of the Masters Hand." By Myra Brooks Welch.)