A Personal Request
We received a
special request recently that I want to share with you and hopefully some of
you will take advantage of it. It came
from Jeannie Winton, Director of Membership & Volunteer Services at
Interfaith Community Services here in Escondido, although it has
nothing to do with Interfaith Community Services.
Jeannie writes “… my mother lives in an assisted living
facility here in Escondido and she has two kitties.
Well, due to her dementia, I have been told that she has to get rid of
them within 30 days. I do understand,
but it’s not easy. They are wonderful cats, both are declawed and neutered/spayed. The male, Squeaky, is 11 years old, a long
haired, blue eyed beautifully marked fellow that is so gentle. The female is 4 (I think) and she was injured
when she was a kitten and now only has 3 legs which doesn’t
seem to slow her down at all. Her name
is Baby and she is very loveable. They
are both sweet, sweet cats strictly indoors and would make a wonderful
companion for anyone. If you know of
anyone that would like to have one or both, please let me know as soon as
call her at 489-8458, Ext. 221. Sure
would make a lonely someone a nice Christmas present.
P.S. I have five indoor cats already or I would
consider this request.
The Social Butterfly
Christmas To All My Female Friends
If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do
I'd dump silly
gifts that are given to you
And deliver some
things just inside your front door
Things you have
lost, but treasured before.
I'd give you back
all your maidenly vigor,
and to go along with
it, a neat tiny figure.
Then restore the
old color that once graced your hair
before rinses and bleaches
took residence there.
I'd bring back the
shape with which you were gifted
so things now
suspended need not be uplifted.
I'd draw in your
tummy and smooth down your back
be a dream in those tight fitting slacks.
I'd remove all
your wrinkles and leave only one chin
So you wouldn't
spend hours rubbing grease on your skin
You'd never have
flashes or queer dizzy spells
and you wouldn't hear
noises like ringing of bells.
No sore aching
feet and no corns on your toes
No searching for
spectacles when they're right on your nose.
Not a shot would
you take in your arm, hip or fanny
from a doctor who
thinks you're a nervous old granny.
have a headache, so no pills would you take
and no heating pad
needed since your muscles won't ache.
Yes, if I
were Santa, you'd never look stupid
You'd be a
cute little chick with the romance of a cupid.
I'd give a
lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle and the joys of your
heart would be light as a thistle.
I'm not Santa. I'm simply just me
the matronest of matrons you ever did see.
I wish I
could tell you all the symptoms I've got
But I'm due
at my doctor's for an estrogen shot.
we've grown older this wish is sincere
Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.
"A Baby's Hug''
We were the
only family with children in the restaurant.
I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and
talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with
glee and said, "Hi." He
pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his
mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with
merriment. I looked around and saw the
source of his merriment.
It was a
man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of
would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and
his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His
whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it
looked like a road map.
We were too
far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What
do we do?" Erik continued to laugh
and answer, "Hi."
the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with
my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the
man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya
patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey,
look, he knows peek-a-boo."
thought the old man was cute. He was
obviously drunk. My husband and I were
embarrassed. We ate in silence; all
except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skidrow bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute
got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check
and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me
and the door.
just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back
trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching
with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled
himself from my arms to the man's.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their
love and kinship. Erik in an act of
total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged
shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I
saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His
aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and
stroked his back.
beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his
arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You
take care of this baby."
managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and
longingly, as though he were in pain, and as I received my baby the man said,
"God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my
arms, I ran for the car. My husband was
wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying,
"My God, my God, forgive me."
I had just witnessed God's love shown through the innocence of a tiny
child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a
mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was
a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, "Are you
willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all
The ragged old
man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become
as little children."