orcaWhen you have a serious disease like leukemia it is good to get your focus on something else. Volunteer work, hobbies, family, friends, helping others, or any worthwhile distraction really helps.

I was inspired by the movie Blackfish to take up the cause of getting Orca (Killer Whales) and Dolphin out of captivity. These cetaceans are intelligent, sentient mammals and should not be locked up in small swimming pools for our entertainment.

In the 1970’s the original whales were captured in the Pacific Northwest near where I live. The babies were easier to ship so they were separated from their mothers and flown to SeaWorld. Today Seaworld and others get their stock from capture and forced breading. Many Orca are artificially inseminated at younger ages forcing them to give birth sooner than they would in the wild. In some cases this has led to the deaths of either the mother or the child.

Though SeaWorld claims otherwise, their calves are often taken from the mothers and shipped to other theme parks.

Some Orca whales have died. Some have attacked and even killed trainers.

I went to SeaWorld when I was young and loved it. But now I see that these whales and their trainers are in danger.

Here in the Pacific Northwest we have three pods of wild killer whales. They are healthier, live longer, have tight family bonds, and enjoy a whole ocean to live in (not cramped aquariums).

You will find a SeaWorld film called “The Truth About Blackfish” rebutting the Blackfish movie. You will also see sources that factually expose SeaWorld’s claims. Take a look at the film Blackfish. Go on Twitter and hear the buzz from both sides of the issue. Get informed.

Killer whales belong in the wild where they can live and breed naturally. I strongly urge you to take a look at this issue and decide for yourself.

As for me, I will never take my grandkids to SeaWorld. I cannot support the capturing and carnival-like display of these beautiful, highly intelligent creatures.

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Note: I found a post from an old blog I had. It is about my mother and a wonderful post my daughter wrote in her own blog.

My mother was more to me than I’d remembered. The last few years of caring for her separated me emotionally from her. When she passed I didn’t grieve. I didn’t know how to. The final years of nursing-care I gave her became more a burden than a relationship.
Then a miracle happened.

My daughter wrote a blog about her Amma (my mother). Mom’s strength, determination, wisdom, and love came flooding back.

In the early 1950’s she faced a future divorced with two children and a $90,000 debt. Her natural business know-how mixed with an incredible tenacity kept her resort business running.

She was one of the early independent women – not a feminist; she didn’t need such useless labels. She was a powerful force and had such a thorough knowledge of her business that, even in that day of businessMen, bank managers respected her. Despite her debt, she convinced Ferndale National Bank to loan her the money needed to keep her fledgling resort going.

Always aware of her customer’s needs, Mom was an innovator. Her Holiday Shore Resort boasted the only cottages directly on the beach. While other Birch Bay resorts were charging their customers for linens, pots and pans, and utensils, Mom had all that included at no charge. Then came a badminton court. Holiday Shore was the first resort to have TV sets. And in 1963 she put in a swimming pool and shuffleboard court.

When grey-sky days hit, she had three-legged races and treasure hunts for the renter’s children.

Holiday Shore Resort became so popular that people would call in January to reserve a summer cottage.

She helped put three children through college, insisting they get a college degree right after high-school so that life wouldn’t swallow up the chance.

She was a mother bear when it came to protecting her children. I’m sure some teachers (and even one bus driver) trembled at the mention of her name.

In the 1970’s she began selling cottages and other property, giving her and my adoptive father a retirement.

Her grandchildren were her jewels. She taught them how to serve from the right and take from the left, and how to face life with confidence.

Mom, I can miss you now; my daughter brought you back to me.

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inkwellHi all,

It’s been awhile. I’m afraid I’ve been kinda dry writing wise. Emotions can have a debilitating effect on a writer; at least for me. I’m back though.

Spring has hit. I’m getting the boat ready. Being a used boat it needs a lot of work. But soon we’ll be back in the saltwater. I’ve missed it so much.

I’ve had no vertigo issues for a month now. It looks like we may have that one fixed. I’ve been feeling pretty good physically.

I hope all of you are doing fine. Some of my friends on Twitter are having surgeries and other difficult treatments. I’m counting my blessings that I’m not yet at that stage and hopefully never will be. They are all scared but very tough.

There are also cancer survivors on my Twitter page. They haven’t had symptoms for years. That is very encouraging to the rest of us.

Anyway, I hope to be blogging more often again. I have other writing projects that need attending also and I’m hoping this blog will grease my wheels. So it is time to get busy.

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beaverGood day today. Got some computer work done. Felt great.

It’s a good thing too, because I had to do battle with the beavers again. They keep damming up my run-off ditch which causes the pond to flood my yard. I have to tear down the damn nearly every day.

Maybe I’ll try lights, like that boy from Kenya did to protect his cattle from lions. Willie suggested motion detectors so the lights come on when the beavers show up. They have a nice home built into the bank of a small island in the pond; maybe they will move out if they are too afraid to build the dam.

It’s either that or we’ll have a large store of beaver meat for Winter. Yuck.

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