Saturday, November 14, 2026

Niners are 8-1!

 This has been my first season as a season ticket holder.  I had high hopes of sharing a game or two with family but none have been available.  Instead, one of my bestest girl pals has gone with me to (almost) every game.  It has been so much fun.  I appreciate the time she takes to go to games with me.  I love my Niner football.

I have not gone to any game without going to Mass first - either Vigil Mass or the earliest morning Mass available on a Sunday.  You know why?  Because, in my mind, God is the true source of all my joy and God has given me The Mass so why would I not participate in this?  I mean, come on! 

The saddest thing I have ever heard or witnessed in religion is when people try to dampen the joy.  I go to Mass during football season wearing my jersey and sitting in the middle of the herd.  I want people to see that the purpose of my life begins with God and then goes out to the world.  Let's do this, people, let's be a part of the mainstream of life and engage the culture.

One time, while in line, I spotted a Dominican priest who was there because he had said Mass for the Catholics on both teams that morning before the game and was invited to be in the stands.  There he was - full habit and a Niner hat!  

Perhaps people forget that evangelizing is one of the fruits of the joy of Catholicism.  As a Dominican, I have been shown by our wonderful Patriarch Father Dominic and his most illustrious daughter, Catherine of Siena, to get out there in the world and BE Catholic.  

So I sit in the stands and cheer and boo and pray and laugh with those around me.  I think to myself while all this is going on around me how very blessed I am to have the life I have today. 

Today I thank God for the beauty of my life.  I ask for the grace to be the best Leslie I can be and not let Him down.  

I also ask that the Niners beat the Cowboys.


LET'S GO NINERS!

Thursday, October 8, 2026

Time is Slippin', Slippin' Away

 I kept the male puppy and sold the female.  She was not show quality.  He is.  I now am the owner of Shaw's Allisdair Gaines MacDuff. 


Around the house he is known as Buddy.  Buddy is now 4 months old.  His father, Atticus, kicked butt and took names at the Montgomery Show week this year and I am hoping this little guy follows in DaDa's pawsteps.

While his father won Best in Show, Buddy spends his time wrestling with Lola and learning to tell me when he needs to go outside to poop.

So....why did I choose to write on this blog today?

Because something happened this morning that has caused me to reach out and look for help with very real PTSD.  

What happened?

I got screamed at - again, by a man claiming to be in the same spiritual program i am a part of and who was supposedly calling me for help.  He was so angry, he would not stop talking, he talked over me, disagreed with anything I tried to say and was absolutely assaultive in his behavior.

The past two years this type of behavior has happened more than I want to admit.  I have been called the "C" word, told to "GET OUT" and threatened with death if I ever showed up at a specific place in my home town - and this was done by old men who disagreed with me on an issue, had the hots for a young girl with a squeaky voice who convinced them that (all of a sudden) I had taken unprincipled behavior and claimed long term spiritual progress.

I have watched old men throw tantrums, call people names and scare people because someone - usually an idiot like me - suggested they not talk about politics so as to make other people uncomfortable. Stupid Leslie.  Never suggest to a man that talking about politics is not a good idea.  

This morning the man who called me was angry at someone else.  He was so angry I couldn't understand all he was saying except he was mad at someone else, calling me for help and then proceeded to tell me how I am awful, am not helping and other criticisms...over and over and again...

My anxiety was going through the roof.  I felt sick.  I was shaking.  I finally got the guy off the phone and it took two hours for me to calm down.

So he called again, said he was sorry (but not for what) got angry when I couldn't speak with him and asked to call him back. He told me how to speak. 

That was it.

My text message was this:  Since you did not do me the courtesy of listening to me, I think it is time we adjust our relationship.  I wish you well on your journey.  You are, of course, always welcome (blah blah blah) and I will pray for your highest good.

I then reached out to my doctor.  It is time for me to deal with the physical problems that happen when someone screams at me.  I am 70 years old.  It is time for me to be able to handle someone being crazy without feeling like I am having a heart attack.

So.....the new phase of this will be getting the help I need to deal with what happens when people start screaming at me. I am hoping to get a therapist that will help me using Brain Spotting or EMDR.  I am done with being sick to my stomach and frightened when someone else goes nuts, is abusive or is otherwise spouting all over me.

Please pray for me.  I trust God will guide me through this as God has always guided me.  I will be okay.  I always am and this time is going to be no different.


Saturday, August 15, 2026

I haven't Written in a Long Long Time

 I kept coming up with ideas but never had the actual motivation to write anything.  A lot has happened and nothing has happened.  People have died, people have moved away, people have walked out of my life and pretended they haven't.  In other words, life has gone on and really, when I pause to consider everything I have right now I am okay.

Lola had her second litter.  The pups are healthy and fat and probably not best of show but they meet the Standard set by the AKC and they are full of scottitude.  I had hoped to keep one.  I may end up with two.  I want to be good at this but I doubt myself and feel like a fool most of the time.  I wish my mom was alive.

The Niners start their season soon and I get to be at opening day.  I also get to be there for the SeaHawks game with my friends from Hawaii who come every year for a game.  This means more to me than it should, probably, because I love the fun and community and all the laughter we have that day.

My physical health is pretty good, my spiritual health seems to be on track, I have no desire to drink alcohol or do drugs and I don't want to kill anyone.  I would say this means life is great.

When all is said and done?

I have nothing to complain about and so I will NOT do so - instead I will thank God for another day in paradise and just move forward.




Sunday, June 7, 2026

Lot of Stuff Going On - Musings of a Widow Getting Wealthy Without Working

 First of all, congratulations to Lola.  Lola, my beautiful Scottie bitch who makes gorgeous puppies, whelped NATURALLY her second litter.  Four healthy puppies, 3 males and 1 female.  Pictures will be shared as this journey continues.  Huge shout out of gratitude to my mentors - Joann Stitz, Adrian and Nicole of Tango Kennels and Danica Garside of J'Mar Scotties and the San Francisco Bay Scottish Terrier Club.  All of them have walked with me on this amazing journey and helped me learn how to bring healthy Scottish Terrier puppies into this world of ours.  I hope our collaborations continue for a long, long time.  These people are fundamental to my learning more and more and more......thank you.

Now then, let's talk about the Bee that is in my bonnet right now.

As you all know I belong to a third party political organization - American Solidarity Party.  We are SUPPOSED to be a Pro Life for the Whole Life political group, a party for those pushed out of the two mainstream parties because both sides went kattywampus.  We are not a religious movement but we are grounded in basic Catholic Social Doctrine.  We would like to see abortion eradicated, for instance, but some of us would like to see it eradicated because society has advanced and there is no longer a need for it.  If, however, you are stuck in the 'It's my body" argument then let's put appropriate restrictions in place so we are not killing viable human beings, make contraception that is not dangerous to women available and otherwise prosecute those who impose their will on females using sexual battery.  In other words, people like me see the pro life movement as one that pushes for funding in social services and science and education so a young woman or family faced with a decision that, in the past, would seem to hold the killing of their unborn child as the only solution are given a chance to make a REAL decision in a timely manner.  Afraid you don't have money for medical, housing or education if you 'have that baby"?  Afraid that the child in the womb is less than 'perfect'?  Is that child the wrong sex and your culture would reject it?  Let the government support services and medical research that helps you keep your child at LEAST until it is born and then help you decide if you can raise that baby or need help finding people who will.

However, we are not supposed to focus solely on the human in the womb.  We are supposed to be pro life for EVERYONE - including those of us now entering into a different phase of life. 

What phase is that?  You know - we woke up yesterday and suddenly we are old.

My late mother (who died at 98 and outlived her insurance policy) used to warn me about becoming invisible.  People will look at you in line at the grocery store and answer your questions without looking you in the eye or will check to see if some young caretaker is with you.  I saw it happen to her and would purposefully redirect people to HER when they tried to include me in her conversation.  It hasn't happened to me yet, though people are starting to smile at me in a condescending manner when I ask a question.

I don't have anyone going with me to the store.  No caretaker yet.  They HAVE to talk to me.

However, I got slapped in the face with a different kind of discrimination - someone from my own party referenced me as a 'widow getting wealthy without working' because the value of my tiny home is going up and Prop 13 in California allows me to be protected from soaring taxes.  

Wow - 30 years of government service dismissed.  Five additional years of working at a Catholic Parish, dismissed!  Working for a paycheck since the age of 14 every summer, dismissed.  Getting through college and paying my own student loans off?  Dismissed.  Working NOW in order to do extra stuff in my life - dismissed.  Apparently, I am now a parasite and not contributing to the common good because the people of California passed a law that protects me from having to move to another state when I am 70 or older.

What is Proposition 13?  

Approved in 1978, it changed how property taxes were calculated.  You want to know why?  Because in the 1970's values were soaring in California and people like my mother - a single woman raising two children on her own - were being priced out of the home they had purchased.  They were not losing that property because they were lazy, had bought out of their price range, were not budgeting, were not working and contributing to the world.  NOPE - because some arbitrary price index decided that the little house they had purchased in the 1950's for 11k was now worth 100k.  Of course, if they had sold it, they would not have been able to purchase anything equivalent to where they were living.  Nope, to reap this wealth would have meant uprooting their children and moving into an even smaller home in a less desirable area and starting over, until THAT area became too 'valuable'. (Sidenote, when she moved from the Bay Area to Modesto in the late 1990's she was allowed to apply Prop 13 to her purchase one time.  When we listed my childhood home, it listed for $375k - a crazy high sum.  Mama turned to me and said, "Gee. I always wanted to live in a home worth $375k.  All I had to do was buy it in 1954 and then sell it in 1998 for that to happen.")

What does Proposition 13 do?

It caps the base property tax rate at 1% of the property's assessed value and limits the increase annually to no more than 2% each year UNLESS the property changes ownership.  In our case, my mother protected the transfer of the property to me so that I can remain here, pay the taxes every year and leave it to my nephew when I die.  When the property is sold, the property value will skyrocket.

The Focus of Anger

Critics have argued that Proposition 13 has reduced the source of local revenue for schools, cities and counties.  They also argue that it creates unequal tax burdens because two similar properties can be taxed differently depending upon who owns them. My particular favorite objection from these critics?  It discourages people like me from moving because if we sell our property and move, the new property will be assessed under higher tax values.

Seriously?  Are you kidding?  How DARE I remain in my own home until I cannot and THEN sell it for the money I may need to finance me in a memory care facility that costs 10k a month?

You know what really shocks me?  These young people who care passionately about abortion see me as someone who can just adjust my life and go away - I am getting wealthy by not working because I won't leave the home my mother and I worked hard to hold onto and that, today,  I scratch and budget in order to maintain.  If I have to move to another state to live, according to them, then I should.  Forget that I am now elderly and my support system is here.  Too bad.  I am getting wealthy without working and should be punished.

NONE of them do what I am doing which is ask our government officials to stop wasting money.  None of them say, "What do you mean you need MORE tax revenue? What the heck are you doing with the money we are giving you - from the lotto, for instance? And hey, buster brown, exactly what is driving this sudden uptick in property values and how can THAT be addressed, Mr. I Work For Stanford Because I Couldn't Get Hired By Cal?"  Okay well that last part is my own prejudice - Go Bears.

I was very insulted - yes I was - but more than that I was shocked.  I was shocked by how I was categorized by this young man.  It gave me insight into how he resents people like me - the ones who worked their butts off and still do but have committed a crime of living too damn long.  It gave me insight into how HE believe we should live out our remaining years - not in a neighborhood, contributing to the common good by our very presence and participation.  Nope, we need to move somewhere else and get OUT of the way.

The challenge in my mind is this:  how do we as a society address the manner in which our government is spending our money AND stop this rising cost of existing?  What are we willing to look at, to say is not needed, to do together so that we have a balanced group to raise our children?  No child should never see someone on a walker except in a nursing home, rather they should see Mr. Smith walking his dog while using his scooter, or be willing to do  yard chores for old Miss Margo while she watches and makes sure they have water on a hot day.  We - all of us - need to be a part of the mainstream of life.

Now, get to work....and get off my lawn.






Thursday, May 21, 2026

Lola Is Pregnant! #ShawKennels

 


As of today, we are 11 days away from her 'due date' of June 1st.  She is feeling good.  Eating well.  The whelping box is ready.  Joanne is scheduled to be here on the 29th.  My friends are poised to help and I am nervous, of course. I want a successful pregnancy.  I hope for a little female I can keep. I have lots of "I hopes".  

I also know that I am firmly in God's Hands on this venture.  So is Lola and I have amazing people in the dog world to help me.


The reality?


GOD IS GOOD and on towards PUPPY LIFE!