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Steve Irwin’s Last Day

This article details Steve Irwin’s last day. It’s an interesting read.

Also, read about the Irwin family’s conservation efforts here.

Stingrays, Accidental Death and Steve Irwin

I’ve been at the Virginia Aquarium, where there is a stingray pool. You can actually reach in and touch the stingrays. They are soft and silky, and enjoy the attention. I’m sure the stingrays in the aquarium are used to human interaction. I saw that in the Atlanta aquarium, they have trimmed down the barbs.

I hope that the public will not become afraid of stingrays. While obviously, it’s not good to have one feel defensive around you, by any means, stingrays are basically docile creatures who would just like to be left alone. I saw video of stingrays today. They looked like butterflies floating through the ocean. It was beautiful.

I keep imagining what Steve Irwin would say, if he could, about his own encounter on Monday. Seriously. It makes me sad that we don’t actually have his professional opinion or explanation for what happened. It’s sad for anyone who enjoyed his show and his enthusiasm for animals, even though they were not the soft and fluffy kind, to know that we will never hear the explanation from him for this one, although we can certainly guess. It’s not the same. He is someone that people looked to for behavioural explanations on just about any animal.

In my mind, Steve would say, “Look at this girl! Isn’t she a beauty?” And maybe he did.

Also, I wonder if anything would have been different, had Steve not tried to pull the barb (if he did) from his heart. I read that, due to the shape of the barb, pulling it out can cause incredible damage. I’m not sure if the barb actually comes off when it’s used, and so pulling it out was a necessity or a gut reaction. I’m sure it hurt like hell.

I read at the Drudge Report website that the family might elect to show the video of what happened in the water Monday. I’m not sure how I feel about that. It was hard enough yesterday to watch some playback of his shows on animal planet and watch his interaction with Terri, Bindi and Bob.

I saw the show when he explained how he first met Terry and how he forgot where he was for a minute when their eyes met. I saw him take the camera crew into the delivery room for each child. I watched Bindi say how much she loves her dad.

Sad, really. This is one of those things that I wish we could wind the clock back on, and undo.

Look what I found:

Typical Steve. He’s a beauty. 🙂

Steve Irwin, An Animal Legend

Steve Irwin, age 44, died today when a large stingray became defensive and stabbed him in the heart with it’s tail barb.

I have watched all of Steve and Terri’s shows at least 10 times; it’s one of our favorites. He loved what he did, and always managed to know how to keep out of harm’s way.

Freak accident, and very sad to see. I enjoyed the way he was showing the world to exist with animals, as well as take care of them. He was teaching his children, as well. Hopefully, the legacy he has begun will live on, but it doesn’t replace the man at all.

My Sunday

Church
The day started out well, with a long-needed trip to church. This morning’s sermon was about speeding through life and ignoring the important things, like family. Kid’s grow up entirely too fast, so if you have them, enjoy them while you’ve got them as a captive audience, so to speak.

Bank Holiday
Monday is Labor Day. In the US, this is our “late summer bank holiday” (if you speak the Queen’s English, or English in general, that should make sense to ya). Thank Goodness for late summer holidays. A day off is a welcome gift.

Preparing for the Birthday
My mother’s birthday is next Friday. TLK’s birthday party is next Saturday. Her actual birthday is the following Wednesday. My stepdaughter’s birthday is 4 days later. Planning 乖宝真紧h嘶爽老子h is always fun. To top things off, I should have a new nephew by the end of the month.

Anyway, 4 girls have RSVP’d so far. Do you think it’s rude to query the other 3 on Tuesday? I mean, a headcount is a good thing to have, at least for planning purposes.

(am I boring you yet?)

Roofing
Tuesday is the big roof replacement day. I’ll be interested to see how the new shingles look on the house. I’ve seen them on various other houses in town. The fiberglass (Heritage) shingles we’re using look so much better than the older composite shingles. They’re supposed to reflect light, so not only might our roof be cooler, but you can probably see our house from outer space.

Ok, maybe not.

Comments
Your comments and suggestions are always valuable. You may have noted that all the comments on the blog have disappeared. It’s not because of you… it’s because I am repairing a mistake I made when transitioning to the new Blogger Beta. Besides the comments, everything else should be pretty seemless. I promise not to zap your comments in the future. Well, as long as they’re not rude or, you know… crazy. Not that you would do that, mind you. 🙂

Ernesto Floods Hampton Roads

My parents live in Virginia Beach, where Hurricane Ernesto flooded the streets.

A New Roof is Coming

So, forgetting all of the financial stuff involved with replacing a roof, it’s going to look nice. Here is a “before shot”. Pretty bad, huh?

We are going to use a redwood color instead of this black, cheap stuff.

This roof is only 5 years old. Can you imagine? I thought we should get ahold of the prior owner to check out the warranty, but they way they did things, I doubt they have any documentation.

Stay tuned for the “after shot”.

Who Moved My Cheese

I started reading a book called, “Who Moved My Cheese“, by Spencer Johnson. It’s a book about change and willingness to adapt.

If you’ve ever had a life-changing experience, you should grab a copy, even if you check it out at the library, and it’s a quick read. There is a lot to learn about it, like how to get over fear of change and start living again.

I won’t give out any spoilers on this, but if you have difficulty dealing with the unexpected realities of life, this is a must read.

The Weekend

Fixing up the House
We found that you can fix little things up in the house for not too much money. For example, the threshold between the garage and the house… $11. A new chandelier/light for the dining room, check the sale rack at Lowe’s. Replacement windows… do it yourself for a little less.

Mind you, we can’t buy all this stuff at once, but we’re out pricing things. If you can hit sales, or hit the clearance racks, you can get some nice stuff even $100 off from their original sales price.

We’ve also picked a new color for the trim outside. Traditional brown. Ought to go well with our cream-colored siding.

The Birthday Girl
A certain little kid is having her first real birthday party in a couple of weekends. Invitations are sent, and I’m sure RSVP’s will start coming in next week. Today, we went through the toy section at Wal-Mart together to get ideas on gifts. Half-through with already 10 – 15 ideas, I said, “You realise we’re just getting ideas right now… We’re not going to end up buying ALL of this stuff, right?” “Yes”, she said, “just ideas, mom.” (thank you)

I can’t believe she is almost 6.

Pans in the Fire
A few weeks ago, I was talking about frustration and “pans in the fire”. I thought they went up in smoke, really. It’s been two weeks since I talked with anyone. But today, (it’s Sunday, you know?) I got an email from one of them with status. “I sent your credentials on. You’ll hear from us soon.” Not acceptance, mind you, but promising. I mean, she could have said, “We tossed your credentials in the trash.”, right? Besides, it was the second response she had to the same email. It might be a good pan.

An Apology
My blog is dull an boring (is that redundant?) I keep writing and you keep reading, but I’m sure I’m that end-of-the-day reading material you look at just to make yourself sleepy so you can go to bed and actually sleep, right? I thought so.

I’m rethinking the direction of this blog. I promise something of value soon. 🙂

Ambien is My Friend

In the face of any stress whatsoever, I fail to sleep through the night. That causes it’s own problems. Without adequate sleep, people cannot think straight, so I choose to rely on Ambien.

From the time I take Ambien, it’s 10 minutes until I am out. Completely out. For 8 entire hours.

The feeling of a long night’s sleep is a good one. I still dream while I sleep. Generally, my dreams are good, but I still have nightmares about my former employer. In time, I will get over those.

Earth School

I’ve always felt like life on earth is all about lesson learning and practice for something different that happens at the end of our stories. I saw this at Gemmak’s, and also 新tube8xxxxx to the Daily Om via email newsletter. Most days, I can get something very profound and true out of these postings. Here’s one I can really relate to.

A Life Of Learning
Earth School

Life is the province of learning, and the wisdom we acquire throughout our lives is the reward of existence. As we traverse the winding roads that lead from birth to death, experience is our patient teacher. We exist, bound to human bodies as we are, to evolve, enrolled by the universe in earth school, an informal and individualized academy of living, being, and changing. Life’s lessons can take many forms and present us with many challenges. There are scores of mundane lessons that help us learn to navigate with grace, poise, and tolerance in this world. And there are those once-in-a-lifetime lessons that touch us so deeply that they change the course of our lives. The latter can be heartrending, and we may wander through life as unwilling students for a time. But the quality of our lives is based almost entirely on what we derive from our experiences.

Earth school provides us with an education of the heart and the soul, as well as the intellect. The scope of our instruction is dependent on our ability and readiness to accept the lesson laid out before us in the circumstances we face. When we find ourselves blindsided by life, we are free to choose to close our minds or to view the inbuilt lesson in a narrow-minded way. The notion that existence is a never-ending lesson can be dismaying at times. The courses we undertake in earth school can be painful as well as pleasurable, and as taxing as they are eventually rewarding. However, in every situation, relationship, or encounter, a range of lessons can be unearthed. When we choose to consciously take advantage of each of the lessons we are confronted with, we gradually discover that our previous ideas about love, compassion, resilience, grief, fear, trust, and generosity could have been half-formed.

Ultimately, when we acknowledge that growth is an integral part of life and that attending earth school is the responsibility of every individual, the concept of “life as lesson” no longer chafes. We can openly and joyfully look for the blessing buried in the difficulties we face without feeling that we are trapped in a roller-coaster ride of forced learning. Though we cannot always know when we are experiencing a life lesson, the wisdom we accrue will bless us with the keenest hindsight.