You never know what might inspire you

in hive-111293 •  3 years ago  (edited)

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I went to sleep this morning at 4:00 a.m. to reawaken at 6:00 a.m. I have growth lights in my room that turn on at that time. I have a tomato plant that is two years old in my room that I struggle to keep alive, so the lights are on a timer that turns on at 6:00 and turns off at 21:00 (9:00 p.m.). Of course, my dog, Abby, likes to do her morning inspections at 6:00. After she returns, I can put on a sleeping mask and sleep for another 90 minutes. I was lying there wondering if my travel-beneficiary group would be interested in the history of my travels. I thought of what content to include about my first major adventure when I turned on my computer and saw this reply to a previous post.

Anyone new to my content must wonder why I ramble on as I do. I treat these articles as messages to some future descendant who might have a more than a passing interest in my thoughts. It is like reading love letters between your great-grandparents.

Maybe people might be interested in my relationship with swimming.

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By the Bay: Sauble Beach

I live about five minutes drive from the waters of Georgian Bay and about thirty minutes drive from Lake Huron (they are separated by the Bruce Peninsula in Canada). The water in Georgian Bay is bracing at the best of times. It is warmest in August with average temperatures of 72.3°F / 22.4°C. It is the coldest in March with temperatures of 32°F / 0°C. My son Edward used to go swimming in April after the ice had cleared.

Lake Huron in contrast is on average slightly warmer in August it is 73.9°F / 23.3°C and March with 32.2°F / 0.1°C but it has the decided advantage. In Georgian Bay, the top 2 inches / 5 cm is warmed by the sun but is bitterly cold beneath all year. In Lake Huron, the prevailing wind pushes the warm water to the shoreline. From May to September the water is quite pleasant to swim in.

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hi, this is my little cousin's favorite swimming spot they look very enthusiastic about playing in the water

  ·  3 years ago (edited)

Hello David,

I didn't know you had a dog. I would also like to read articles about her.

I live in a tourist city in Turkey. The beach is 15 minutes walking distance from our house. However, I went swimming only 1-2 times this summer, I guess I don't know what it means to live near the sea.

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Abby in 2010

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Abby in 2018

I took the top picture shortly after I got Abby in the autumn of 2010. She was roughly one year old at the time. I had taken her for a walk around our property at that time and was in the process of going through our Maple Bush (we used to make maple syrup when I was a child). Her previous owners had told me that she was a cross between a Border Collie (the most intelligent dog)and an Australian Cattle Dog (the most active dog). I came to suspect she had a little squirrel blood as well because she liked to climb trees.

I refer to her as a rescue dog. I communicated with a woman in Toronto (much as I do with you) when she found out my name and the city I live near; she asked if I knew a John Warrilow (my uncle). She had boarded a horse with him when she was a teenager. She asked if I would consider accepting Abby as a pet. The woman and her husband were busy with their jobs, and their children were active in sports. They would leave her alone all day and found that she was starting to destroy their furniture.

They posted Abby's information on a website to get rid of her but had put the wrong phone number, so they didn't receive any calls. They were going to euthanize her.

I ended up taking her, and she has been a good companion in our family since. When I picked her up, they gave me a crate that they kept her stored in, but she has never been in it since. At the time, there was one night a week that she was to be left alone. I would take my parents to play Duplicate Bridge (a semi-competitive card game). I hired my son's girlfriend to "babysit," giving the two of them an excuse to hang out for a couple of hours on a Thursday night.

Unfortunately, she developed melanoma a couple of years ago. I had her treated, and they performed an operation to remove it, but it appears that it has recurred. She is in no pain yet, and the masses don't impede her yet. As with many things in life, the journey is more important than the destination.

First of all, Abby was such a lucky girl that she met you. Otherwise, her story would have had a very sad ending. I don't understand how they can think of euthanizing a living creature. My cat fell off the balcony years ago and was paralyzed. The vets said she never had a chance to walk again and offered euthanasia. She was my little girl and so I could never accept it. I took care of her paralyzed for a year and a half and she passed away after a year and a half.
Of course, I don't know if she would have preferred to live paralyzed. It was a very difficult process and unfortunately, my kitty had a lot of difficulties.

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I wish the best for Abby, I hope she gets over her illness and lives happily without pain.

Cats are very strange animals. We had lots of cats in the barn while we still milked cows. We would always fill a bowl with milk, and for a few minutes, we were the most popular beings on the planet.

There was a particular orange and white cat that was my favourite for many years. When it was just a kitten, I think it must have been in a fight with a much larger cat because it had a hole torn away on the underside of its chin and neck. My father kept medicating it, and eventually, it closed and healed up.

One of the tribulations of raising cows is maintaining fences. It is unavoidable that sometimes one would escape. It could be as simple as they would lie in the grass beside the fence, but on rising, they would have wormed their way underneath the fence and ended on the wrong side. This happened one time, and Father went down to the heifer with a pail with a bit of grain.

The lady who lived in the house opposite her field recounted seeing Father returning to the barn with the pail. Behind him was the heifer sedately following along, chewing her cud. Behind the heifer followed the orange and white cat returning from a visit to one of his girlfriends. Come to our place when you want to see a parade.

I am sorry that your cat suffered that fall. There is an opinion that everything we experience has a purpose in educating our souls. What lesson do you think you learned? Don't own a drunken cat that falls off balconies?

I am afraid that Abby will never recover. I had accepted years ago that her mixture live to be around 13 years old. Her eyes are good, she is warm, and she gets to sleep most of the time. I think she is happy.

For a bit I though you were rambling 😂😂
#travelers-say

I am obsessed with the idea that some distant descendant of mine might what I write and will form an opinion of me. If the worst they think is that I ramble on a bit, I would be happy. Consider what you know about your ancestor who lived 100-years ago. You might have some stories, perhaps a few possessions, or a picture.

They have been creating artificial intelligent robots now that are patterned real humans for over ten years.

It is entirely possible in 100-years, with a few photographs and the transcripts from my social media posts, my distant relatives will be able to meet with my analog.

This was my favorite stop traveling close to Paraná River, Argentina!

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