{"id":4677,"date":"2015-09-11T23:11:06","date_gmt":"2015-09-12T03:11:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=4677"},"modified":"2015-09-12T00:08:20","modified_gmt":"2015-09-12T04:08:20","slug":"her-brush-with-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=4677","title":{"rendered":"Her brush with death…"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"guysintrench\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"trenchyone\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"darktimes\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"maxine\"<\/a><\/p>\n

This, is not a Blog.\u00a0 I mean it.\u00a0 While it may fall into the loose definition of a blog\u2026 a personal website (or web page) on which an individual records opinions, links to other sites, etc. on a regular basis<\/em>\u2026..\u00a0 it simply is not.<\/p>\n

I have called it a column at times, and it isn\u2019t really that either.\u00a0 And then it\u00a0 hit me, just a few moments ago.\u00a0 To me, it is more like a family.\u00a0 Or a community.\u00a0 It feels especially so, when there is a lot of yammering back and forth.\u00a0 When I write something, and everyone has something to say.\u00a0 I love it when this happens.<\/p>\n

Maybe it is because I chose NOT to write about religion or politics this week.\u00a0 And a\u00a0 LOT of people responded to my discussion which wasn\u2019t about religion or politics.<\/p>\n

It is fun for me most of the time.\u00a0 It is also a lot of work every night, at least for a couple of hours, once everything is written, once an image has been made, and the whole lot of it posted.\u00a0 But it has become a part of me, somehow.\u00a0 And there are times when, as I mentioned, it feels like some sort of family.<\/p>\n

Like a cross between the Munsters, the Cleavers, the Bunkers, and Mrs. Gladys Kravitz.\u00a0 THAT kind of family.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t write a word of this until after 10 p.m. or so, when my day is pretty much done.\u00a0 In fact, most of the time, I try not to actively think of a topic.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s how it works.<\/p>\n

But there certainly ARE times when it feels like community.\u00a0 Like this morning\u2026<\/p>\n

My early day started around 5 a.m. on this Friday.\u00a0 The dogs go out, come in, eat breakfast and hang out, while I do my morning things.\u00a0 But this morning, Max and Frances wanted to go back out.\u00a0 So I let them.<\/p>\n

Around 7 a.m. Frances came back\u2026. but no Max.\u00a0 We live on about 40 acres.\u00a0 And they stay mostly around the house, especially Max.\u00a0 Most of the times, it does not worry me when they are out.\u00a0 But when I saw France and no Maxie \u2026 I got nervous.<\/p>\n

I started looking for her immediately.\u00a0 Segue:\u00a0 We are doing a Barn Restoration on our property.\u00a0 This morning was concrete-pouring day.\u00a0 I walked out to where the guy was working.\u00a0 At this point, Mary had joined me.\u00a0 I asked him if he had seen our little gray dog.\u00a0 He said, \u201cSure.\u00a0 She might be down in trench somewhere.\u00a0 She went down there about an hour ago or so.\u201d<\/p>\n

WHAT?\u00a0 I am a little upended on the inside.\u00a0 I look down through the trench\u2026 where they will begin pouring concrete ANY TIME NOW\u2026. looking for our deaf, blind, senile OLD dog.\u00a0 Aaaaannnnd.\u00a0 There she was.\u00a0 Trapped underneath the rebar grid.\u00a0 Belly to the ground, chin to the ground, sprawled eagle \u2026 nowhere to run or hide.<\/p>\n

I got down in the trench and lifted her out, weaving her through the rebar \u2026. and up to Mary.<\/p>\n

We were only about 15 minutes away from the concrete truck getting here. What if I had not gone out?\u00a0 Would old Elmo the Concrete Guy have remembered that there was a little dog down in the trench from an hour ago?\u00a0 We would always have wondered what happened to little Max\u2026 and the tears would flow.\u00a0 I would be out in that barn in a year or two\u2026 still thinking of her\u2026 never knowing what became of her\u2026 and THERE she would be\u2026\u00a0 alllll Jimmy Hoffa RIGHT UNDERNEATH MY FEET.<\/p>\n

That little Maxine told me about the entire ordeal…. all the way back to the house.\u00a0 And when I settled down\u2026 I said out loud\u2026 \u201cI\u2019m going to have to tell everybody about THIS ONE.\u201d<\/p>\n

And by everybody\u2026 I mean you\u2026..and you.\u00a0 And you.\u00a0 The Blog Family.<\/p>\n

Yep.\u00a0 Just call us The Blogs.\u00a0 And I love you for it.<\/p>\n

…. …. and…. Thanks.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.<\/strong><\/em>
\n— Philip James Bailey<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

A person’s a person, no matter how small.<\/strong><\/em>
\n— Dr. Seuss<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.<\/strong><\/em>
\n— Meister Eckhart<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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