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Great Grandpa

For decades my grandparents had this photo of his dad on a cattle drive hanging up in the house. After my grandfather died, and my grandma moved, she kept it hanging on the wall in her apartment, and later her condo. When she moved to an assisted living facility last fall I inherited it. It’s now hanging on my downstairs hallway wall. I’m not sure which of the males on the horse is my great grandfather, though.

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They would bring cattle up from Minnesota somewhere. From the hills in the background it looks like this photo was probably taken around the area south of Towner, ND. There’s a small imprint of the studio that shows it was from a photographer in Bottineau, ND. And he did have a farm up in the Turtle Mountains. So it’s possible those hills could be the Turtle Mountains along the Canadian border. But it just doesn’t look right to me to be that far north. It looks very much like the area between Towner and Harvey. Continue reading “Great Grandpa”

Cahal Pech

The book I’m currently reading is dealing with Mayan ruins on the Yucatan Peninsula. About 10 years ago I got to see some Mayan ruins when my wife and I took a cruise. One  of our ports was Belize City, Belize. Our excursion that day was to the other side of the country, to San Ignacio, Belize.

I honestly don’t remember most of the particulars our guide discussed there. I remember it means something like “Place of the ticks”, which sounds horrible but the day we were there it was quite nice if maybe a little warm. S5001303

We walked along a path from the parking lot and the first excavated area we came to was the ball court (C4 & C5) off Plaza C.

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Training

I spent the last two and a half days in training. WooHoo! This department doesn’t have much of a training budget, at least not for us dispatchers. I came back to this department (originally worked here from January 1998 to May 2000) in January 2008. After training on departmental policy I had Active Shooter Response training in December 2008. That was the last training I had other than working the new video recorders and data logger.

Tuesday:

Clarke and Tracie Paris spoke The Pain Behind the Badge, about suicide prevention and dealing with Post Traumatic Stress. Good stuff. Emotional stuff. I cried. They listed about 30 items that are indicators of Post Traumatic Stress. I ticked off about half of them.

This didn’t surprise me. Back in May 2000 I moved from a tiny department on a college campus to a small department in an adjoining town, and got sent to APCO Basic Telecommunicator training with the other dispatcher that also got hired in May. The instructor handed out a sheet about stress and various stressor events. I think there were about 25 or so on the list and point values. And then there was a chart at the end something like this:

  • 0-5 points was no real stress to worry about
  • 6-10 points was light stress, you might consider counseling
  • 11-15 points was moderate stress, you should contact a counselor
  • 16+ points was severe stress, you need to contact a counselor

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It’s been a tough week

My uncle Arnie got sick a couple of weeks ago and ended up in the hospital. On the 10th of March we found out he had liver cancer. His family and friends rallied round and he vowed to fight. Unfortunately it was too far advanced and he left this world to meet Jesus on the 28th. He always said he wasn’t in pain. He was surrounded by his family when he passed. He’s being buried back in his childhood hometown of Mandan, ND this coming week.

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Our dog Taz got sick around the same time, quit eating his food, didn’t want to take his meds, coughing a lot and breathing hard. He’s suffered from various ailments through the years. He had to have his puppy teeth surgically removed, his knees and back gave him problems, he had bladder stones (so we ended up paying extra for his dog food) and congestive heart failure. We thought we were gonna lose him a few years ago because every time he would eat he’d end up yelping and moving around like he couldn’t get comfortable. Turned out he had gall bladder problems and the food wasn’t moving through his system like it should. When I took him to the vet a couple of weeks ago they took another X-ray and it showed his congestive hearth failure had gotten worse since his checkup in January. We tried some new meds, but he wasn’t getting better, just treating the symptoms. On Thursday, April 2, we put him down. we had him for 10 years (my inlaws had him for 5 before that). I miss him so much. He was my snuggle buddy when I would sleeping during the day. He was my wife’s pal when I was at work at night, and she’s taking it harder than I am.

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