Cat Tales - stories from my 8 lives
I feel I'm on life number 8 out my 9 cat lives. My eight lives started with my humble beginnings in Minnesota and continue to my current retirement. Here they are:
Number One -Life on the Farm
Number Two - College Days
Number Three - Working in Africa
Number Four-Failing in Business
Number Five - Grant maker
Number Six - Teacher
Number Seven - Teacher Mentor
Number Eight – Retired to the Thai jungle and bought an elephant
Number Nine – The Best Is Yet To Come!
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
|Sunday I visited the Thai Elephant Camp. I really am fascinated by elephants! The mahouts greeted me like a long lost relative, rushing up and giving me hugs! Thai bow.... they don't give hugs!|
Just in case you're having trouble..... here is a close up of one section of the sign...
|Yes.... that's me! Drinking coffee the morning after my night camping out in the Thai jungle a year ago!|
Friday, October 22, 2010
I hate telephones. Have never liked talking on them. So why on God's green earth did I buy a business that involved my being on the phone all day long? Didn't make sense then and still makes no sense now. Makes no sense, unless one looks deeper into the underlying rational for this, excuse my French, very, stupi
It was the holiday season. I was returning home to California following a very long, but productive visit to the newly launched Freedom From Hunger Program in Mali. Unbeknownst to me, the PVO I worked for had been brought to its financial knees while I was out of the country. This was 1987 and instant communication had not yet come into vogue. Email, twitter and Facebook, to name but a few, were not part of our vocabulary.
Hours later, I had an overview of the financial crisis the organization was going through, which had resulted in 80% of the professional staff being laid off. My international development career which had spanned some 18 years, felt as though it had come to an end. Needless to say, there was great bitterness on the part of the staff who had been laid off. We all lived in the same town, got together frequently, and this sore of bitterness festered for months, if not years.
Did I consult with anyone? I did not. My ego must have been so big at that point, that I did not feel like I needed to talk with anyone. Why didn't I talk with Rich, my former supervisor? Or his wife Beth? They had opened their home to me on many occasions, to stay with them for months....... I had my own room in their house. We'd shared so many conversations, prepared so many meals, attended many parties together, making Rich not only my supervisor but also a trusted friend. So why didn't I consult Rich on this?
Dude.... what in the world were you thinking!