Frankly, this is the first time I knew anything about being standoffish.
I suppose it is similar to so many people saying that I am serious and
businesslike. People keep perceiving me as things that don't even enter
my own mind as being anything like me.
---
David Hume
“ In our reasonings concerning matter of fact, there are all imaginable degrees
of assurance, from the highest certainty to the lowest species of moral
evidence. A wise man, therefore, proportions his belief to the evidence. ”
― David Hume,
On 11/30/2019 8:37 PM, Carl Jarvis wrote:
Finally the real Roger emerges. I knew beneath his rather standoffish
exterior there was a warm mushy guy with a tender heart. As a cat
lover myself, living in a forest crawling with coyotes, Cougars and
Raccoons, cats don't usually reach old age. But with lots of care and
watchful love, Cathy and I helped our two last cats reach the ages of
15 and 16, dying from natural causes.
Carl Jarvis
On 11/29/19, Roger Loran Bailey <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Two. They both arrived as stray kittens some years back. I suppose
someone drove by and dumped them. One is Priscilla. She showed up back
before my last cat disappeared. That cat was Lyssastrata and had gotten
to be old and arthritic and had always hated other cats, but for some
reason completely accepted Priscilla. Lyssastrata was having a hard time
getting around and couldn't have gone far, but just vanished. I suspect
that the disappearance was due to the coyotes that the mountainside
above my house is infested with. Some years later after Priscilla had
grown up another kitten showed up and was given the name of Alex. I let
him move in and Priscilla was very upset about that, but by now has come
to at least tolerate him. Alex is now a full grown cat, but he has
always remained smaller than Priscilla and Priscilla kind of bullies
him. They have two food bowls side by side, but they do not eat side by
side. Alex always waits for Priscilla to finish before eating or else he
is likely to get swatted. Priscilla considers my lap to be her special
place, but occasionally when she is not occupying it Alex takes a seat
on my lap. If Priscilla happens to notice that she will come up beside
me and utter a hiss. Alex then promptly vacates the lap and Priscilla
takes his place. Neither of them can quite decide whether to stay inside
or out now that the colder weather has come. They seem to take turns
meowing to be let out and then scratching on the door to be let back in.
Sundown is curfew for both of them though. There are just too many
coyotes in the vicinity for them to be allowed to stay outside after
dark. But a few nights ago Alex didn't come home at the appropriate time
and stayed out all night. By the time morning came I was thinking that a
coyote had gotten him until about 8:30 in the morning when he came
scratching at the door. He got scolded and spent the day sleeping. I
suppose he didn't get any sleep the whole night wherever he was.
---
David Hume
“ In our reasonings concerning matter of fact, there are all imaginable
degrees of assurance, from the highest certainty to the lowest species of
moral evidence. A wise man, therefore, proportions his belief to the
evidence. ”
― David Hume,
On 11/29/2019 9:02 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
How many cats do you have? Are they your pet cats or do they just sort of
hang out in your house occasionally?
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: Roger Loran Bailey
Sent: Friday, November 29, 2019 8:14 PM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx; Miriam Vieni
<miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: [blind-democracy] Re: a quick wish for a better tomorrow
There were no tensions for me. My thanksgiving dinner was a ham sandwich
eaten alone and the entire day was rather peaceful with no one to bother
me except for a couple of cats who kept wanting in and out.
---
David Hume
“ In our reasonings concerning matter of fact, there are all imaginable
degrees of assurance, from the highest certainty to the lowest species of
moral evidence. A wise man, therefore, proportions his belief to the
evidence. ”
― David Hume,
On 11/29/2019 3:28 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Carl deals in dreams and fantasy. I mean, here is this blind man writing
about his Thanksgiving experience, saying, "As I gaze around me..." and
talking about his "good looking children". I think he means that he loves
his family and is happy to have them altogether in his home. But to
express his feelings to an email list filled with blind people all in
visual terms seems a bit strange. It's the kind of thing that you do if
yoou're blind and you're communicating with a bunch of sighted people. So
it gives me pause. Family gatherings at holiday times are supposed to be
warm, loving, and joyful. Sometimes, they are. Often, longstanding family
conflicts raise their ugly heads or unexpected tensions arise. Mostly,
holiday gatherings are a mixed bag.
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Friday, November 29, 2019 2:49 PM
To: blind-democracy <blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: [blind-democracy] a quick wish for a better tomorrow
For the Jarvises this is a time for family. The entire long weekend
starting with last Wednesday. In all, 23 family members will break
Turkey with us. It's a wonderful time, but getting a bit difficult for a
couple of grandparents to pull off. But how can we turn away such a fine
group of people, like our children and their families?
As I gaze about me, all I can say to Cathy is, "Boy did we do a good job
of raising up such a good looking group of perfect children."
Carl Jarvis
