Monday, November 16, 2015

Pet Fest 2015



Pet Fest 2015 at Lafrieniere Park was one for the books.  One of those rare, autumn-feeling, gorgeous days of sunshine and fat fluffy clouds and cool breezes. Beau was thrilled for the ride, even though he didn't realize the destination, and once we got there he was all wagging tail and happy stance.  We arrived at the "tail end" of the event, around 3:00, had a devil of a time finding a parking spot, and ended up walking quite a bit to get to the main event. But it was worth the exercise.  Along the way we saw dogs and their folks walking to and from the Fest, and the variety of faces was entertaining and heart warming.  We love our furry kids.  They make us happy just by being there, and in turn they are happy just to have our company and our attention and affection. Its the best win-win I've ever heard of.
 
The Fest was chock-full of vendors, animal rescue groups, food & drinks and music.  Our first stop was to visit our friends at the Louisiana Boxer Rescue, headed up by Connie Back, Beau's former obedience instructor and our good friend. One of the focal points of any pet event is the ever-popular Boxer Kissing Booth.  The main attraction- a sweet boxer- gave this blogger a very enthusiastic kiss and swiped his tongue in my mouth! A big ewww-awww moment ;)
 
 

The turnout for this event was one of the biggest I've seen in years.  A lot of people and their pets showed up, including the unexpected ones- parrots were on the list.  The birds, including the ones living at the park, were completely unafraid of the influx of people and pets. Good behavior all around!


We saw lots of old friends, including Alyson and her girls and their dogs.  It was great catching up and made the Pet Fest even more of an event.  In a too-busy life when we are all entrenched in our own little worlds made up of jobs, family life, school events, limited free time and endless to-do lists, it is great to encounter our friends in the real world and spend time together in person.  Here's a shot of Beau photo bombing the girls :)


Pet Fest 2015 was a rousing success.  Beau was treated like royalty, everyone stopped to pet him and love on him and comment on his beautiful coat and gorgeous face.  It was heartwarming to see him get so much affection from so many. And on the way out, we caught up with two ladies who had a miniature version of Beau- a teeny tiny puppy, the same age as Beau when I adopted him (2 months).  Seeing the two together was like seeing before and after.  Little Major and Beau hit it off and were fast friends. 


We are definitely looking forward to next year's event.  If you are an animal lover this is the place for you! Or if you're just looking to pass a good time, check this one out- it benefits the rescue groups and is one great way to spend a weekend!


Sunday, September 27, 2015

"Next Stop, Wonderland"



Earlier today, I was reading the latest issue of Oprah magazine, and glancing at an article posing a question to contributing writers of the magazine: What would be the title of your life story, and why? The answers ranged in response from the amusingly self-explanatory ("Put on your big girl panties and get moving") to the introspective ("Time to go home").  My own answer popped into my head: "Next stop, Wonderland".  Amusing AND introspective.  These days, my life is getting "curiouser and curiouser" the farther I go along.  The house of cards is constantly on the move.  Borrowing a quote from the White Rabbit, I find myself digging into my purse for my cell phone and muttering, "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!"  During down time, I try to plan menus for myself and my family, and remain (mostly) healthy, but get tempted by the baddies- the fast fix of junk food and snacks that tempt, "Eat me" and "Drink me".  The battle between a wholesome lifestyle, and giving in to the easily available, comfort foods (and drinks).  Some days I feel as though I have shrunk into a person whose stature is as small as a toddler, staring up at the world around me and feeling overwhelmed and not in control of anything.  Other days, I feel that I have rocketed into a giant, disrupting my own trajectory, looking down and all around and towering over my environment, thinking thoughts too big for their world.  Not fitting in anywhere.   And there is the Mad Hatter- my sweet, nonstop son, leading the way to the next adventure, giggling and shrieking his way through life, teaching me to be fleet of foot and not to plan too far in advance. 
 
More lessons learned from Life in Wonderland: The importance of tea time; idle conversation yields interesting truths; there is never enough time in the day, so time management is of the utmost importance; and never stop asking questions. 
 
What is the title of your life story? Why? These are questions that make us pause to reflect on where we are, and hopefully where we are going.  
 
Wishing all of you some introspection, a little light-heartedness through your busy days, extra time to savor the moments, and good luck along the way :)  
 
 

Monday, July 6, 2015

Locks of Love





Last month ended up becoming the time for a hair makeover.  I decided to bump up my projected date to get my hair chopped to donate to charity.  Pantene has a special project called "Great Lengths" that accepts donations 8 inches and longer to help make wigs for people who are dealing with cancer and other medical situations.  Originally I planned on waiting till October to get this done in order to grow it out a little longer, but due to unforeseen circumstances ended up going to Regis Salon at the Mall to "make the break".  I walked in without an appointment, and walked out with 8 inches of hair gone, with bangs and long layers.  It ended up being a good visit because the stylist did exactly what I asked and it was done in a very short amount of time. Part of me felt overwhelmed- you don't grow hair for 3 years and not miss its absence.  The other part of me felt the humidity smack the back of my (now bare) neck and breathed a sigh of relief at the (literal) weight lifted off my head.  It was also freeing to feel that I battled my fear and allowed some change into my life.  A win-win. 
 
For anyone interested in donating your hair to benefit others less fortunate, here is the link:
 
 
 
 
It's a great cause and a true gift from the heart (and head).  And since its hair, it DOES grow back :)  
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, May 15, 2015

"Grace is Gone"






This is not going to be a Zen moment but it is significant to me, for being the first time since I've begun volunteering in animal rescue that I failed.  I lost an adoptable, through ignorance and misinformation.  This blogger is experiencing guilt, self-anger, and a complete disenchantment of the world of animal rescue.  Maybe it was naïve of me, but I honestly believed that involving the SPCA meant that this dog would have a fighting chance at a new beginning with a loving family if nothing else.  What happened instead was the exact opposite, the worst case scenario.  This is what happened:
 
A couple of weeks ago, as my family and I were leaving home to go to the park for a leisurely Sunday afternoon, a young dog without collar or tags walked up to us, tail wagging hopefully.  She appeared docile and gentle, and we placed her behind our patio fence until we could decide what to do.  Another neighbor was out, and we talked to him and he said that he saw her just "roaming the street", and nobody appeared to be looking for her.  She didn't look hungry, just lost and a little scared.  The only concern was a "hot spot" on her back.  I called her Gracie so that she would be a little less of an orphan.  I posted her picture on Facebook, and the response was overwhelming- 133 people shared her status in the hopes of finding her owner.  Unfortunately nobody came forward, so we decided to bring her to the SPCA.  The idea was that this pup might have a microchip, or the owner might check the shelters to see if someone found her. 
 
I contacted the SPCA, and they informed me that they were unable to pick her up unless we had a crate or kennel (which we don't).  We had to drive to the Westbank facility to hand deliver Gracie.  An animal intake individual reassured us that the vet would check out the bad spot on her back, and it would get treated.  Gracie was left there under the assumption that if the owner didn't come forward to claim her, they would try to find her another home.   
 
Three days later I called the SPCA to check on the status of Gracie.  Nobody had claimed her yet, but they gave me a "reference number" so that the next time I called they would be able to find her easily and give me her status.  Fast forward to today, when I called again to check and see how Gracie was doing.  The person I spoke with said that "the owner never claimed her unfortunately."  I asked her if they had any luck finding her a new home, and was casually informed that she was put to sleep "a few days ago" since nobody picked her up.  I was absolutely stricken.  The thought that she might be put to sleep never even crossed my mind- after all this was the SPCA, not a privately owned shelter.    The SPCA promotes itself as a haven for homeless animals, and its primary focus is on holding events and raising money for adopting cats and dogs and getting them off the street and into their forever homes.  Gracie was a small (about 30 lbs), healthy and gentle sweetheart.  Her disposition was stellar, and for the brief time we spent with her, she was grateful and loving.  For the SPCA to euthanize a healthy, happy animal is unprecedented.  I was never informed, from the time of drop-off until the last phone call, that the dog would be given a unrealistically short time frame to find a home or get picked up by her original owner before she was put to sleep.  In a week's time, this dog was euthanized without any thought or consideration.  And the attitude of the person I spoke with on the phone was blunt, casual and completely unconcerned.  Clearly this wasn't their problem and they weren't going to waste any time worrying about it.  Empathy was completely missing here, and in the animal rescue field, if you lose empathy you don't belong working in rescue anymore.  What's striking is that the SPCA is renowned for the staggering amount of human and financial resources that they possess on any given day.  Other organizations are run on little to no manpower and monetary assistance, yet they don't ever euthanize their adoptables.  They work tirelessly, around the clock, and they do it on a fraction of the resources that the SPCA maintains.  So many of the smaller groups are run by a handful of devoted individuals that don't receive any financial backing from the government and/or the public, yet they steadfastly remain "no kill".  Its staggering how much SPCA has at their disposal.  Even now, it is gearing up for the ground breaking of  a brand new 40,000 square foot facility.  Clearly they are not lacking funds OR finances.  So why couldn't they try harder to find one small dog a home?  And how many other dogs were just "thrown away" because they didn't meet whatever criteria the SPCA holds for their adoptables?  When I involved them in Gracie's future, I wasn't looking for a miracle but I believed they would give her a fighting chance to find a home.  I found out the hard way that they are not the humane and devoted organization that they would have the public believe them to be. 
 
I have devoted upwards of two years to the SPCA.  I worked as a volunteer and helped exercise the animals at their Westbank facility, attended their functions, participated in handling animals at adoption events, taken photos of the adoptables for their website and for Facebook, promoted their organization online, etc. I believed in them.  I met some amazing people through their system, who were completely devoted to the animals.  In light of all that, to find out that this is their policy for homeless dogs is unbelievable.  I am suffering severe guilt and grief right now over Gracie.  I feel that I let her down.  I still remember her curled up on the car seat as we took the journey to the SPCA, where we mistakenly believed that she would be taken care of and treated well.  It pains me to think that her last good memories were the ones of her laying on our porch, meandering in the backyard, and being hugged and patted and given some basic affection.  It was nowhere near enough.  Her time was too short. Whoever had her before we found her clearly didn't treat her well- she had a spot on her back that first appeared to be mange, but on closer inspection looked like some kind of burn.  A few people on FB mentioned that it looked like someone poured oil on her back, and recalled a recent dog situation where a dog was looking for a home, and found one, only to be back looking for another home because the prior one was abusive.  To think that she didn't get the opportunity to have her shot at a loving family situation, is painful to say the least.  It grieves me to think that her chances would've been better had we not gotten involved and had left her to roam the streets.  To think that the place that was supposed to save her instead took her life, is beyond reason.

I hesitated to write this blog because the SPCA is renowned for its good and charitable works.  They indeed have done a lot over the years to help the homeless animals and raise money for the cats and dogs under their care.  I didn't want to be a troublemaker over one bad case.  But the fact is, this one case is personal and hits close to home.  She wasn't "just a dog".  She wasn't vicious, or violent, or diseased, or even old.  She was thrown out like garbage, and I can't overlook that and pretend it didn't happen because it might ruffle some feathers or antagonize people who have never had this experience.  I owe Gracie better than that. Somebody has to speak for her, despite the fact that she is no longer here.  Because if this happened once, I am positive it has happened many other times, and nobody took notice or cared enough to say anything.      
 
Gracie deserved better than to be put to sleep and forgotten.  She was healthy, young and loving.  She had a full life ahead of her.  The SPCA, who purports to be all about the animals, severely dropped the ball this time around.  I will be pulling the plug on my association with them, and devoting future volunteer work and donations to no-kill shelters and groups such as the LA Boxer Rescue, Villalobos and Sula Foundation.  Gracie, you may not have found your forever home, but I pray that you found peace and crossed the Rainbow Bridge to rejoin all the other wonderful dogs that didn't make it.  I will be thinking about you and grieving for you.  I only knew you a short time, but you made an impression. I won't forget you. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Book Review- "Madame Picasso" by Anne Girard




"Madame Picasso" is a beautifully rendered story about the private life of Picasso, and his tragic relationship with Eva, the heroine of this poignant novel.  Eva is a young, aspiring soul who leaves home and struggles to make her way in the world.  She strives to make a name for herself without help, which sets her apart from the other young women in her circle.   She managed to bring out the protective instincts of this reader, and watching her journey was like watching a friend or a younger sister, hoping that they will thrive and hurting for them when they go through heartbreak and disappointments on the journey. 


Reminiscent of "Phantom of the Opera" and "Moulin Rouge", the story is set in France, and takes us back to the turn of the century when the world was a different place, but people lived and struggled with many of the same issues we face today.  Anne Girard's language and writing skills evoke the past and make it live as though it were yesterday.  Her words provide snapshots of another time, and her characters jump off the page.  They make you worry about what will happen to these people.  She makes them as real as you and I, which is the mark of a great writer.  She digs beneath the surface of the Picasso the modern world knows, and brings to life a complex, tormented soul whose love for Eva inspired his art and made him a better man.  When I was finished reading this wonderful book, I was motivated to read up on Picasso, and discover the man behind the famous abstract art.  I was surprised to find that he didn't simply pioneer abstract art, he started off in the traditional style, got bored, and wanted to find a way to translate his vision into a way that would impact the art world.  I find myself fascinated by his mother and child series that predated the abstract movement:
 
 
I highly recommend "Madame Picasso" to anyone who enjoys art, the turn of the century, and losing oneself in a great read.  This one is going on my "keeper" shelf!

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Shadow Box- a Lenten poem

I call this poem "Shadow Box".  The title was inspired in part for the things we cherish and display for all to see; and also for the way that we struggle with ourselves, "shadow boxing" with our hearts for different reasons.  Some of us struggle with identity crisis, or personal issues, or to fit in or to find our place.  Maybe Lent should be less about sacrificing something that provides comfort or a daily pleasure.  Maybe we should seek to give up something negative, like guilt or stress or self-loathing.  This one is for anyone who understands and feels the same way. 

"Shadow Box"- by Jamie Patterson- copyright 2015

The trace of a cross darkening a lined forehead
Reminder that the dance is over
Sifting my fingers through the ashes of a dead day, seeking ablution, feeding my hungry soul
Rejecting distractions and borrowed time, shedding the night's regrets
This is the end of a season, and the beginning of a sacrifice
Time to put Carnival to rest, turning the gilt-lined page one more year
The revels played out, the fools and kings mingled with the titled rich and the poverty stricken,
Elected royalty and the nameless
The crowds roared for their treasure, their glasses raised as they entreated the heavens
Ghosts and mortals shaking hands, sealing the pact
Trading a doubloon for a king's ransom
The lines were crossed with yellow ribbons
Streamers that mark the crime scene, bloody footprints leading into an electric night
All boundaries blurred as we gaze through stained glass, fingers smudged with ashes, hoping for a glimpse of a childhood memory
Old traditions that lived then, and continue into a today not so different from yesterday
Set aside your masked intentions, hang up the finery for another year, light a candle for your dead
This house weeps, and we trade our golden finery for cloaks of ash
Shelve your idols, frame them as tribute
I promise to trade this earthly delight for a little less fear in the night

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Brother Dege and the Brethren

 

 It is rare that this full time mommy gets a chance to go to the local music shows that I used to attend with regularity before my days as a parent.  In the past, I frequented local shows almost every weekend, and the big names at least once a month.  Times change and I've had to drastically cut down on my outings.  Thankfully, November is the one time that changes, due to it being my Big Birthday Month. 
 
November 2014: My old friend/acquaintance from "back in the day" (read: early 20s), Dege Legg, was scheduled to play at The Circle Bar in the city.  Brother Dege is his current handle- formerly he was the front man of Santeria, a group based out of Lafayette in the 90s, powered by gritty guitars, a bongo drum set, lots of rock n roll riffs and awesome lyrics accessible to all.  The group lasted a long time- until a few years ago in fact.  Despite rumors of bad luck in the extreme, the guys had a good run and a strong following.  Now Dege is frontlining a new group, which includes badass drums, a bass player that puts on an electric performance, and a young violinist who is a progeny of a renowned violin player.  Dege himself sings and plays guitar- a particularly vibrant one full of steel shrieks and howls- a unique style called "dobro".  Its roots and history are deeply dug in blues and swamp.  Dege's vocals have always been striking, and now, years after his stint as Santeria's lead singer, they have only become more refined, more bluesy, more riveting. 
 
My friend Shannon (another music aficionado) and I made it to The Circle Bar around 9:45 that night.  Minutes from Metairie, situated on Lee Circle, this cozy place feels like the perfect house for local musicians to congregate.  My mom clued me in on some local history- it used to be K&B, way back in the day, and you could buy what she deems "the city's best coffee" there, "for cheap".  For true.  Now its The Circle Bar, apparently named for Lee Circle.  The two story Victorian-style building is a mecca for music.  It has a welcoming bar with exposed-brick walls and a gorgeous mirror reflecting back the burgundy and red shades of colors abounding.  The small music area- not necessarily a stage, but a setup for the musicians- backs up to a dormer window overlooking the street.  A side door opens up to a small outdoor patio where people huddle up to smoke before, during and after the show.  Everything is geared towards inviting you to pull up a chair, relax, enjoy the ambience.  And the ambience is definitely in attendance. 
 
Shannon and I were very surprised to find that the cover charge for the night's show, including an opening act that had its roots in rockabilly, was a scant $5.00.  Prices from the 90's- an extremely welcome change from other bars and clubs, especially for such a cozy venue.  Especially for those of us who are on a shoestring budget and can't afford the big venues.  And cutting on cost didn't affect the experience whatsoever, except to make it better.  The drinks were reasonable and most of the clientele were young, hip, lighthearted and cautiously friendly. 
 
Dege was one of the first people we encountered on the way in. He welcomed us and expressed gratitude that we made it to see the show.  My old friend is a quiet and mellow soul, with eyes that are as full of stories and secrets as his song lyrics.  He's the type of person who hides behind his beard and takes a dark corner of the room to watch and observe the world, as opposed to situating himself in the spotlight, on and off stage, the way so many singers are apt to do.  There is definitely substance to his style.  His music is rooted to real life experiences, and you feel that this is an old soul living with the knowledge that this life is short and he has lots of work to do before the roller coaster ride is over.  His music is easily accessible across the board, inviting all walks of life to listen and relate, his live shows are incredibly inexpensive, yet his songs are admired by Hollywood Royalty- none other than Quentin Tarantino selected a Dege song for the 2013 hit "Dgango Unchained"- a power anthem titled "Too Old to Die Young"- a song that could stand in as autobiographical for this talented songwriter.  What is also strikingly noteworthy is that Dege is one of those mythical creatures- the musician who is humble and grateful for what he has, and who wants to hear what his audience is thinking as opposed to promoting himself to one and all.    It speaks volumes that Dege can have a song put in a mainstream movie, yet continue to play local shows and write music and sell it online at a price that is- again, the word accessible- to everyone, not just the few folks that have money to burn.  
 

The opening act was finished, and Brother Dege and the Brethren began setting up for their show.  The crowd began gathering on the threshold and circling, waiting as instruments were tuned, and as looks were exchanged between the musicians- the silent language of "are we ready?" in a few gestures.  Shannon and I were at the very front of the throng, practically toe to toe with the band.  Dege stared out at the audience and raised a glass of red wine, toasting us and commencing the beginning.  Then, as the bass guitar started like an engine in the background, and the violin player danced her bow across the violin, her eyes dancing over at the rest of the group, and the drums crashed into the first song, it was like a silent explosion.  The four individuals performing for our entertainment were, quite literally, afire with energy, music pouring out of them like wine flowing from a vessel.  And that was just the beginning.  The performance of this amazing group was, quite simply, kinetic.  Frenzied, powerful, rollicking and sorrowful- and at times all of these simultaneously- it was as though we were taken on a musical journey punctuated by deep lyrics and a brilliant flow of melody played by the violin, bass, drums and dobro.  There was something magical in the band's deliverance of their music.  It was reminiscent to this blogger's mind of a book written by Charles de Lint, where the imaginary world and the real world sometimes cross paths and blend their citizens into a middle ground.  If the roof had blown off the Circle Bar that night, it would have come as absolutely no surprise to this eyewitness.  If fairies pulled up stools at the bar and put in their drink orders, no shocker.  The music was transcendent, and it connected to everyone and involved the audience 100%.  Brother Dege was the shaman, leading his tribe through the darkness and into imaginary realms. 
 
 
The crowd absolutely went wild, and for good reason.  The band interplayed with the audience, walking around, letting people touch the guitars, making eye contact and involving everyone. Music reverberated off the walls and slow danced with the ghosts of times past.  There were times Dege was flat on the ground, and times that the bass player was crawling and writhing and jumping in the mix.  The violinist and the bass player appeared to be dueling, vying for dominance, laughter written on their faces.  The drummer pounded out the rhythm as steady and powerful as a heartbeat, and as wild as an Indian tribe calling down the moon.  The four blended their music and played off of each other brilliantly. It was a form of storytelling and a creation of magic.  It sang in the blood.  The only question left at the end of the night for this writer was- "Why aren't these musical amazons playing auditoriums?"   
 
 
Want a great local music show that will transcend your every expectation?  Check out the next Brother Dege and the Brethren show.  It will rock your face off.  It will inspire you.  It will be the best money you can spend on entertainment.  It will stay with you when you leave the bar.  Stay tuned to find out what this magical act does next.  I predict only the most amazing future for these incredibly talented musicians. 
 



November baby



 Well, its that time again- my little superhero had a big birthday.  Nate turned two!! Woo-hoo! Our celebrations centered around outdoor events, namely the park and the zoo.  The weather was amazing, considering it was the end of November- cool and sunny, pretty much perfect. The party included Nate's first carousel ride, lots of birthday cupcakes and presents, and getting to meet everyone at the Audubon Zoo.  We even fed the giraffes carrots! It was a fun-filled and happy day for our little man.  
 
During this birthday milestone, I think about how far we have come, and what I have learned as a mommy this time around.  Here's the short list:
 
(1) Little people flourish on a routine;
(2) So do big people;
(3) When playing with kids, its good to get down to eye level and not worry about getting yourself messy or dirty.  Play time is supposed to be that way.  Channel your inner child and be happy in the moment.
(4) Everyone learns at their own pace.  Be patient.
(5) Things that used to be amazing in childhood, still are today.  Like the giraffes at the zoo. 
(6) If life knocks you down, get up, dust yourself off, put on your superhero cape and jump back in!
 

Gearing up for the New Year




This is a shot from part of my celebrations last night, New Year's 2014.  It was celebratory, silly, contemplative, and spent with friends, family & hot donuts.  The perfect way to say goodbye to 365 days of adventures, dog events, moments with family and friends, small victories, crushing defeats, and a long roller coaster wherein the highs were extremely high (finding Titan a home- such a long and difficult undertaking that ended in a happily ever after) and the lows were absolute flat-liners (dealing with betrayal where I never dreamed I would find it).  2014 forced us to say goodbye to Robin Williams, which was another shocking devastation.  So many moments in time to look back on and remember. 
 
Now it is a brand new year, and many of us are working on our resolutions.  For the doubters out there who say its "just another day", I say that it is what we decide to make of it.  Some of us need that fresh, unwritten page to begin anew and mark the decision to make a difference in our own lives.  Others appreciate the symbolism.  And even more just want to say goodbye to a difficult time in our lives as we turn towards the future with hope, resolve and plans we wish to see through to fruition.  Regardless of how we view the New Year, it is definitely a cycle of life that can't be denied or ignored. I choose to celebrate it and renew my resources to try again in the next 365 moments in time. 
 
To 2015, I say, "Bring it on."  I'm ready for the unwritten page, the symbolism, the goodbye.  More importantly, I am ready to begin the work of building a new future, and embracing each and every moment with mindfulness, gratitude, grace and humor.  Let the journey begin. 

 
 
Wishing all of you a year that's chockfull of adventures and discovery...
 
Love & blessings,
007