Life Goes On
It sure does. No annihilating cold/flu, no grief, no wanting it to stop for a while, makes it do so.
William Baba Joseph passed away fast and surely and peacefully as could be managed, February 28 after 89 years of a great life. Does it take death to realize how great a life lived was? Son of Assyrian immigrants who lost other children, born in the US, lived the life of boys and brothers, enlisted in the Navy and served on a signal ship in the Pacific during WW1. Came back and got a degree. Chased my mom for a few years, then married and had four children, worked hard and steadily, lived and worked in England for 2 years, came back to NJ and soon moved the family, in a station wagon to Florida. Very successful residential and commercial realtor. Helped a lot of people. Parented tweens in the 70's, send them all to college, saw them marry, divorce, succeed, fail, get back up. Socialized with long loved friends, had lots of fun, worked hard. Life slowed eventually. He didn't really until last summer. He is strong and laughing now. We all see his face and hear his words and feel his love. My Dad.
We learned at his memorial service, that he once proposed to our close circle of friends, that they buy up a big chunk of land and live on it, all of us. This apparently was called 'The Commune' and they spent many food and drink infused events talking it through. I didn't know my Dad was progressive like that. Makes me so proud. The son of one of the other families, told me that he heard a lot of those conversations. He said one of the friends, didn't go for the idea, because it wasn't his. The other one, didn't go for it, because he was too conservative. But Dad was progressive.
Wow! Go Dad! Work and supporting the family was number one and never slipped a hair. Of course he had a life we the kids, didn't know about.
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I finally told my ex-boyfriend that we aren't friends. His beaming, can I have a hug, closing in on me was too much. That's to ease his guilt of handling things badly. I wouldn't choose him as a friend if we were starting out again. I have only to look at my 7 month old high energy puppy to realize how cavalier he is about life. We didn't agree to adopt a mild mannered small dog, we agreed to adopt this one and it's all on me now. Harder than I thought, but keeps me learning and loving.
Sahara's inappropriate play behavior was unfortunately reinforced with his original dog walker. She thought the other dogs would 'school' him and he would learn, but he needed more training and intervention than that. 'Schooling' just got him nipped and scratched, without the lesson. I have a new company, we start tomorrow, Monday. I'm getting some one on one training sessions next Saturday, with one of the group.
My work here is to work hard on wait and stay commands, have him be calm before interacting with other humans and dogs, teach him to sniff the dogs butts, not lick the face. We have to teach him impulse control, how to meet other dogs nicely, and stop the puppy yelping.
I was strict for a while, then lapsed. The last month, I was in a fog. Also thought the first dog walker was doing more with him, put too much faith in her skills. We move on. I think he will be ok. He is a sponge. We have puppy training classes lined up for the next 6 weeks or so, my work with him, and the stricter more skilled trainers working with him everyday.
What a huge responsibility. I feel anxious but good at same time.
So, I've popped back into online dating. I want to meet men and see what happens. I liked being in a relationship, we had so much fun. I like the idea of some dates and starting slowly. Goodness knows, there are plenty of us singles out there. Would be nice to find a good one.
Life goes on.
William Baba Joseph passed away fast and surely and peacefully as could be managed, February 28 after 89 years of a great life. Does it take death to realize how great a life lived was? Son of Assyrian immigrants who lost other children, born in the US, lived the life of boys and brothers, enlisted in the Navy and served on a signal ship in the Pacific during WW1. Came back and got a degree. Chased my mom for a few years, then married and had four children, worked hard and steadily, lived and worked in England for 2 years, came back to NJ and soon moved the family, in a station wagon to Florida. Very successful residential and commercial realtor. Helped a lot of people. Parented tweens in the 70's, send them all to college, saw them marry, divorce, succeed, fail, get back up. Socialized with long loved friends, had lots of fun, worked hard. Life slowed eventually. He didn't really until last summer. He is strong and laughing now. We all see his face and hear his words and feel his love. My Dad.
We learned at his memorial service, that he once proposed to our close circle of friends, that they buy up a big chunk of land and live on it, all of us. This apparently was called 'The Commune' and they spent many food and drink infused events talking it through. I didn't know my Dad was progressive like that. Makes me so proud. The son of one of the other families, told me that he heard a lot of those conversations. He said one of the friends, didn't go for the idea, because it wasn't his. The other one, didn't go for it, because he was too conservative. But Dad was progressive.
Wow! Go Dad! Work and supporting the family was number one and never slipped a hair. Of course he had a life we the kids, didn't know about.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I finally told my ex-boyfriend that we aren't friends. His beaming, can I have a hug, closing in on me was too much. That's to ease his guilt of handling things badly. I wouldn't choose him as a friend if we were starting out again. I have only to look at my 7 month old high energy puppy to realize how cavalier he is about life. We didn't agree to adopt a mild mannered small dog, we agreed to adopt this one and it's all on me now. Harder than I thought, but keeps me learning and loving.
Sahara's inappropriate play behavior was unfortunately reinforced with his original dog walker. She thought the other dogs would 'school' him and he would learn, but he needed more training and intervention than that. 'Schooling' just got him nipped and scratched, without the lesson. I have a new company, we start tomorrow, Monday. I'm getting some one on one training sessions next Saturday, with one of the group.
My work here is to work hard on wait and stay commands, have him be calm before interacting with other humans and dogs, teach him to sniff the dogs butts, not lick the face. We have to teach him impulse control, how to meet other dogs nicely, and stop the puppy yelping.
I was strict for a while, then lapsed. The last month, I was in a fog. Also thought the first dog walker was doing more with him, put too much faith in her skills. We move on. I think he will be ok. He is a sponge. We have puppy training classes lined up for the next 6 weeks or so, my work with him, and the stricter more skilled trainers working with him everyday.
What a huge responsibility. I feel anxious but good at same time.
So, I've popped back into online dating. I want to meet men and see what happens. I liked being in a relationship, we had so much fun. I like the idea of some dates and starting slowly. Goodness knows, there are plenty of us singles out there. Would be nice to find a good one.
Life goes on.