Peeing In The Rain

My new pup is finally getting the hang of housebreaking.  I know, you’re probably thinking:  “OMG, she’s gonna write about pee and poo!”  Actually, I’m leaning more along the lines of contemplating how routine things work well until conditions change.

On a normal day my new pup now marches right outside and does her business.  But if it’s raining?  Well then, it’s a whole different ballgame.  She sits down and plants her feet and refuses to go out.  I ask, I beg, I command.  Nothing.  She sits like Stonehenge: heavy, solid, unmovable.

In frustration, I pick her up, tweaking my back, and move towards the door.  My giant older pup charges us, nearly knocking both of us to the floor.  (He suspects this is a great new game called dog bowling…)

Being the Dog Whisperer that I am, I yell at the older pup and drag the younger one outside.  We stand together in the mud under the umbrella and she steadfastly refuses to pee.  I take her back in and begin my vigil of waiting for her to pee on the floor.

Seems many things in my life work smoothly until they don’t.  How we handle these challenges is a true test of our character and integrity, right?  (I certainly hope not.) 

There seems to be a particular and singular frustration when simple things that usually run smoothly run amuck instead:  the coffee filter clogs, the rain gutter overflows right over the most-used entrance to your home, the car window mysteriously slides into its’ cave during the worst weather and refuses to come back up, the AC in your car dies just as the weather turns unbearable.

I try hard to conjure up noble responses to these situations, but usually fail.  Give me a natural disaster, a medical emergency, an unexpected death in the family-- and I’m a rock.  But a clogging coffee filter completely unhinges me.  Normally I have a good and sometimes even exuberant sense of humor, but it seems to evaporate when the frustration is small and routine.

If you have any ideas for coping with the small things in life, besides not sweating, that is (“Don’t sweat the small stuff!”), I would love to hear them.  Please post your comments!  Meanwhile, I’m watching my pup pee on the floor!

Marianne Smith
Writer At The Ranch
Making You Look Brilliant One Word At A Time

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Why Good Friends Are More Important Than Ever

Without dwelling on politics, let’s just acknowledge that the current state of our economy has many of us plenty scared.  All the unknowns and uncertainties have definitely made me keep a tighter leash on my abundant dreams and plans.  And I hate that.

Having verbalized that, a personal sense of freedom and opportunity is very important to my own well-being, and, I’m betting, to yours. 

Because of some of these issues, I had reason this week to contact one of my good friends and ask for her support.  It came willingly and enthusiastically, and totally changed my mood and perspective.

Good friends know about our dreams, and understand how important they are to us.  I would feel totally lost without a few good friends.  They provide our souls with a timeline:  They understand our past, they are willing to just be present, and they will sustain us as we face the future (even when we perceive it as dismal).  There is nothing that can replace the grace that a good friend bestows. 

Unconditional acceptance is such a rare find these days.  Seems everyone wants to challenge us or make us take a stand.  Good friends give you permission to be your true self.  They do not make you “drink the Kool-Aid” and they give you room for your own opinions, and permission to change them at will.

Photo by Mari Beerman

Good friends make us grateful because they hold a space in our world for us to be genuine.

I realize these are fairly obvious and simple thoughts.  But my good friends have changed my life in so many ways lately that I just wanted to celebrate them.  Today I’m honoring them in my blog. 

And I’m wishing you a few good friends who hold the fabric of your life together.  Wear them well and be reciprocal.  They are treasures for a lifetime.  And if you’d like to celebrate them in the comments below, please do!

Marianne Smith
Writer At The Ranch
Making You Look Brilliant One Word At A Time
http://www.writerattheranch.com
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Going Postal

There are four guitars in our house.  Why?  Because none of them plays quite right.  (Turns out I’m tone deaf.)

There are six cameras in our house.  Why?  Because none of them sees quite right.  (Turns out I have a contrast problem with my eyes.  I’d taken every camera I bought back to the retailer complaining before I figured this out.)

Just the other day I was ready to go postal on an equine supply company that shipped us vaccines.  Why?  The vaccine vial turned over in the fridge and caused a big mess.  Not to mention that vaccines are terribly expensive.

I was ready to pounce on the company about the defective seal on the vaccine vial, but due to extreme fatigue I put it off for another day.  Good thing, because a fresh morning revealed that the vaccine vial was intact.  What had actually happened was that the box wine valve had pressed up against the milk when the fridge door was closed, and sticky Chillable Red wine (AKA “spilled vaccine”) was everywhere.

I’ve discovered that most of my “road rage” type moments occur when I’m tired and spent, and my immediate reaction is to blame someone else.  Might be time to take a deep breath and a moment, and be accountable for myself.  But then again, why do that when I can blame you? J

What is it in your life that you’re not getting quite right?  And are you blaming it on someone else?  (I think my husband can attest to my prowess at this…)

Feel free to share accounts of your own blaming moments.  I’d love to hear them.

Marianne Smith
Writer At The Ranch
Making You Look Brilliant One Word At A Time
wordsmith@writerattheranch.com
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Digging Up Bones

A dear family friend visited last week, and our conversations always help me sift through my past.  Her visit coincided with a nagging desire to try to unearth some history about the tiny farming community in Middle Tennessee that we now call home.

Our town has a population of approximately 1500, which is spread over a wide area since the community is rural and mostly agricultural.  What I call our “downtown” is three abandoned buildings by the railroad tracks.

Living here is peaceful and people are remarkably friendly.  Recently an older couple stopped their truck next to mine as I was driving down the road.  Not recognizing them and thinking they needed directions, I rolled down my window and smiled.  We exchanged pleasantries and then there was silence for what, to me, seemed like a long time.  Then the lady said, “Nice to meet you!” and they drove off.  I finally realized that they were just saying hello, and wanted nothing.  After living in bigger towns and cities, this still stuns me.

Some neighboring towns have town squares and even have public archives, but not mine.  A visit to The Smith County Museum yielded a short history of my town, and indicated that the three buildings were a bank, a farm hardware store, and a livery stable.  My town’s history is tied to the railroad lines, and has always been agriculturally based.

The museum staff suggested that I talk to some of the older residents for more history, and they were willing to provide me with a list.  This was a start, but I kept wondering what would happen when these people died.  History can be lost so quickly.

My visitor likes to photograph old cemeteries, so we spent a lot of time doing that.  I found these moments incredibly peaceful and soul-stirring at the same time.  I kept thinking about the importance of connecting the past to the present.  I plan to do some research on the most common names that kept popping up in our local graveyards.

Perhaps because I have been recently transplanted, a sense of where I am now has become very important to me.  How do you set down roots without good dirt, anyway?  You need something to adhere to if you are to grow.  I could grow anyway, apart from my community.  But that seems empty and stale at best.  So I’m out digging up bones.

I would love to hear more about how you’ve connected with your own community’s past.  Please feel free to post your comments.

Marianne Smith
Writer At The Ranch
Making You Look Brilliant One Word At A Time
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Geronimo-ing: Or Why I Write

Geronimo!  Originally the name of an outrageously brave Apache warrior, the word has evolved into a battle cry in the face of reckless danger.  Geronimo is what outlaws yell in Westerns as they plunge over the side of a cliff on horseback—unaware of what lurks on the other side.

This kind of explains how I feel about writing my first mystery novel.  Aside from trying to figure out how in the heck to put the plot together and plant the appropriate clues, I also don’t know what’s next.  Novel #2?  A different genre maybe?  More magazine articles and blogging?  These questions may sound trivial, but I'm trying to build a career with no set path, and failure is not an option.

In this case the beauty of the non-plan seems to be the unknowns.  My writing is evolving, as is my life, and all that evolution brings about a new being—a new sense of who I am.  Perhaps that is what I love best about the craft of writing.  Every time I sit down to write, I bring more to the table.  Or maybe the table brings more to me?  Regardless, there is a certain headiness in knowing that I will be fuller, richer, and more grounded simply by writing.  It’s like being paid twice.

I can’t think of a single occupation that has been as transformational for me as writing.  Even when writing about something I'm already familiar with, I come away a changed person.  There is something wonderfully fluid about ink gliding across paper, or even fingers pausing above the keyboard, pregnant with hesitation.  A thought is captured, a phrase is turned, a word is penned.  See all the movement?  When things move they can’t stay the same, and neither can I.  It’s worth the Geronimo!

I would love to hear about the kinds of things that are transformational for you.  Please feel free to share a comment.  Thanks for reading my blog posts, and if you enjoy them, will you consider subscribing?

Marianne Smith
Writer At The Ranch

Making You Look Brilliant One Word At A Time
http://www.writerattheranch.com
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