My Beagle Blog

Rainy day takes away my sunshine days again.  

When I was young, my neighbors’ children and I liked to go outside of house to run in the muddy ground.  We jumped and ran to catch each other.  We were laughed and shouted to each other just to see how much louder noise we could make, and to compare with thunder sound.  

 In the tropical climate, we have the heavy rains pour from the sky like water from the faucet, and the roar of thunder and lightening were small subject for us.  We didn’t realize that was very dangerous situation.  In that time we had no fear for anything, except ghosts, the darkness, and monsters in our imagination. 

 Our fun time was end as soon as our parents came out, and tried to catch and dragged each one of us went back inside house, and most of us got the big spanks from them.  Spanking was normal punishment for all us at that time.  No one turns their parents to polices nor goes to court to sue them like nowadays. We grew up with spanks and love from our parents.  That was the best way we had learned about the right and the wrong.     

I used to excited and happy on the rainy days, but not now.   Every time I see rain drops, my tear drops start to run too, and my childhood’s memory comes back to haunt me.  The homesick starts to bother my mind in the moment that the first rain drop falls from the sky, and all day long is the cloudy day. 

I’m not sure how many people waste their time for this nonsense feeling.  Who care if it going to be the rainy, or sunshine day?  It isn’t important for the world to feel or to care for.   It is just the feeling of unknown woman who is far away from her homeland.  That’s all. 

However, the rainy day takes away the safety places from the street people who have no home to go.  Walking in the wet clothes with empty stomachs is the most challenged for them.  Nobody can see their lonely tear drops, since the rain drops flow in the same time on their faces.  I don’t know why I always think about these people in the rainy day.

 Maybe the feeling of the homesick person and the homeless person is not much different from each other.  Rainy day keeps remind me that “there is no place on earth is the same as your own home”.

P.S. Thank you for one of my friend who forwarded this picture to me on the rainy day.   I can feel inside their hearts, the lonesome couple in the crowd.  

I have attention to post about this beautiful music “GOOD FRIEND” on my Beagle Blog since I received message from Pete Dowan, the song writer.  

However, I had problem on download his music because I don’t have plug in.    I tried by posted on my Yahoo Geocities; then linked to my blog, but it didn’t work the way I want to.  Because when I turned on the music, I saw  all of my music files show on the Media Player.  So, I had to hold Dowan’s music file in my music folder for a while.     Then I received message from Pete again about how to link his music to my blog.   Now I end up as you see by posting  the link for you to click, and listen to Dowan’s music at:

“Good Friends”

Some part of message, Pete Dowan introduced himself :
 “ I am a medically disabled songwriter from St Catharines, Ontario, Canada, and have written many songs about many different subjects and in several different styles.”

So, if anyone interests  to listen more  Dowan’s music, and want to support his music projects  please welcome to visit him  at:

I had learned from  Dowan that he wrote this song for his four legs  friend, “Scuttle” who is no longer on earth.  That is the sad part, but in his song  the forever friendship is still alive in his heart.   I’m sure Dowan put  a lot of time worked  on his music.  

 In any kind of art work, artists always mix their hearts, feelings, and loves into their projects which can not limit by the dateline like the other jobs.   Believe me that is not easy life as we push button on remote control , then the work  done within a second  as you see on TV.

It seems to me most of artists have the beginning with the difficult finances before their success, but the fire of inspiration and creation never burn out from their hearts.  They happy in what they have, and they love what they do.   In the artists’ world always shining with the beautiful creative ideas, which are ready to put into their work to decorate the real world.

CHORUS:
GOOD FRIEND, EVERYBODY NEEDS A
GOOD FRIEND, LIFE IS FULL OF WEEDS
WITHOUT A REAL GOOD FRIEND.

BRIDGE:
     So hard to find.    With you around I can just take my time.
    You’ll be my friend until the end.      But I need the two-leggèd kind.

4th VERSE:
             How I wish I had a friend like you
             Something less would really never do
             They have got a lot to live up to
             A good friend like you.

CHORUS:
GOOD FRIEND, EVERYBODY NEEDS A
GOOD FRIEND, LIFE IS FULL OF WEEDS
WITHOUT A REAL GOOD FRIEND.. WITHOUT A REAL GOOD FRIEND

 The economic belt has been tight  many people’ waists nowadays, include me too.  I try to live in the recycle world, reuse every thing as much as I can, but only the toilet paper that I promise myself I will never reuse it.  I swear!

How can the whole world will survive in the tight economic?  That is the biggest concerning for all of us.  I try to focus on the positive side more than the negative, and be happy.  If the happy heart can survive longer, why should I want to live shorter by have unhappy heart all the time?   So, I answer to myself, “Just hang in there until the good economic days come back”.  Keep smile, although the upper lip is now very dry and sticks on the front teeth, must keep on with that smiling. 

One thing I have learned that the suffering is the best teacher and the best trainer for human to be a good fighter, and to survive longer too.  If we look in the river, all fishes swim against the strong currents, only dead fishes float with no direction, and finally sink to the bottom of the river. 
For me, living in the cheap way and dealing with the bad economic is not much scary. I have a lot of fun, and learn a lot of good things in “How to be cheap”.

When I go shopping, I like to spend time look around to compare the price, the quality of items that I want to buy.  My motto has been change from “Get the best quality in the reasonable price” to be “Get the best quality and the cheapest price.”  So, I’m not shy to stand next to the cleaning stuffs’ shelf  to  compare each dish detergent bottle to find out which one has more drops by the level line close to the cap ( If it is possible I would like to count all molecules in each bottle too).  However, many items that I can’t open to compare the quality inside like tuna can, so I have to pick the can by the price, or on sale.  It would be extra work for the store, if I open tuna can just to find out which can has the biggest chucks in there before I decide to buy it. 

 
I hear the news talked about some airlines start the ideas to charge passengers the fee for using their toilets on the airplanes, so I’m thinking I should bring a bed pan to fly with me next time.  I try to be tight on my expense, now some airlines even tight themselves more than I do.  Don’t you see that?

(Note On Board from Joa Ying.)

Today Joa Ying, the Beagle is in depression because her secure blanket was threw away, so I will take my turn.  

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Every morning I drive to town, and to save gas last longer, I always keep my speed lower than the speed limit about 5-10 miles.  Example maximum speed limit is 75 miles/hour, I will go 60-65 mile/hr, and if in the bad weather my speed will be almost the same speed of the running turtle, which is about 40/45 mile/hr.   I don’t like to drive too fast because;

1. I don’t want to see Mr.Skin Head on the Highway patrol car, and I don’t want his ticket in my purse, and I know his ticket is not for free.

2. I’m not interesting to be number one winner on the highway, because most of the Highway Winners now are no longer on earth, but only  in the memory and history of their families.  I’m not ready to be the person  who was alived in the family history yet.   Because I’m still enjoy the present moment of my life.

3. I always prepare plenty of time ahead for my driving, so I don’t need to be rush to my destination. 

I don’t understand why people always rush to go somewhere.  They rush to go and rush to get back, and zoom their cars as they were in the car racing zone.   When they see my speed, they give me the strange looking.  Go ahead ! Dear fast drivers go as fast as you want, and leave me behind here, and to be alive longer than you.

Every time I see these fast drivers, I always think about one taxi driver in my homeland.  The way he drives, I’m not sure if he was the rocket pilot before he became a taxi driver or not.   He was a friendly driver, and had many stories to entertain his customers while on his driving.   That day my two sisters and I used his service to the big town. 

While three of us were chatting,  I had noticed that I couldn’t see the trees along the side of street at all.  By the car’s speed, it seemed like all trees, and also our taxi were flying as the arrows flies to the target.  Then two of my sisters were stunned and sat still without word.  Their faces were pale as the paper.   I didn’t see my own face to compare with them, so I didn’t know  who was the most pale face at that time.

I tried to remind the driver about the speed limit.  He said everything is O.K and don’t worry, just enjoy the ride.   I was thinking about where is the destination he will takes us to, town? or the ER room in the hospital?, or the cemetery?  Inside my heart I started praying to God.  Suddenly, the fly came out from somewhere, and it was flying around the driver’s face.

Oh! My poor little fly.  There is plenty of room in this world, why you have to be in the same Taxi with us in this moment? The driver let his both hands off from the sterling wheel, and tried to slap that fly.

I closed my eyes, and ready for the moment between death and life.   Then I felt like God sent the rescue to us, when the flashing like the disco light, and the sound of siren from the highway patrol followed our taxi.  The rocket’s speed was slow down and completely stopped.  My sisters and I didn’t have time to tell anything to the police, we let him discussed with the driver.  Enjoy your day Mr. rocket pilot!

  All we knew, we were happy to walk a long way to the town, and swore that we will never ever ride any taxi for the rest of our lives again.  Thank you the little fly, you saved us!