Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

9 January

Color And Light, Preparing For The Wind And Rain (And Snow?)

by Jon Katz

There is a big windstorm tonight and a good chance of losing power. The generator is ready, and so are we. First, I’m driving to the town of Shushan to pick up some newly baked 8-seed, delicious and healthy bread. Just in case, I’m putting up the color and light now, in case people need it in the morning. Stay dry and safe. The weather channels say it could be heavy snow, or light, or heavy rains, or light rains, or nothing much at all, or a devastating wind.

Flip a coin, take your pick. See you in the morning, hopefully. I start Wednesdays with my Zoom with blog readers who have become friends.

9 January

Chessboard Art: Maria Finishes The Corners And Adds Some Trim

by Jon Katz

Several people e-mailed me over the past few days asking if I could do a close-up on the final touches and trim Maria has put on our newly painted chestboard-on-a-dining-room table.

I was laughing this morning, thinking of what my mother or grandmother would have said if anyone wanted to paint a chessboard on their dining room tables. That would be ugly. The above photo is the requested close-up of the trim Mara put on the chessboard. We used to play all the time, then forgot about it. We are serious about it now and plan to spend many winter evenings around that table playing chess on that board. I love the way it looks.

Only an artist like Maria would think of it.

The next game is tonight after dinner.

9 January

Mansion Profile: Jim Seror Is On A Passionate Mission As He Nears The End Of His Life: Keeping Shelter Dogs Alive

by Jon Katz

Jim Seror has been at the Mansion Assisted Care Facility for over a year. I’ve met with him once and written about him once. He has a reputation as a loner devoted to his family and grandchildren. I find him elfin sometimes; he has a beautiful smile, which often seems like a twinkle. He asked me to come and meet with him; he said he had an important issue for me to write about

I love profiling the Mansion residents. They need to be seen and known.

Jim is on a mission. He wants to save dogs.

Even from the quiet of his room – Jim has some health challenges – he can’t stop thinking of helping dogs stay alive by getting people to donate to animal shelters that need donations to survive.

Jim has loved dogs, especially “Bubby,” a Cho-Lab mix he had buried in his backyard for years.

Jim has had a lot of jobs, including being a roofer and railroad scheduler. “None of my trains ever had an accident,” he says proudly. He was also savagely attacked and nearly killed by a Pit Bull whose owner had just died and who attacked him and tried to get to his throat.

He ended up being rushed to a  hospital, but he has never abandoned his love of dogs and his passionate desire to keep any of them from being killed.

He remembers plunging into a lake to try to save a drowning man. Despite his efforts, the man died. I can see Jim pulling the memories of his life together. We hit it off, this time and the last. I have some books to bring him.

His passion is since and moving. Assisted care is not easy, but Jim never stops thinking about dogs. I am happy to carry out his request. I’m told he can be grumpy sometimes, but so am I. I find Jim charming, fun, and eager to help animals. I was touched to see this aging man, who rarely comes out of his room, so caught up in an issue like this.

Robin, one of the Mansion aides, contacted me and said Jim remembered our talk last year and hoped I would help with a cause he believes in deeply: keeping rescue dogs from being euthanized when hard-pressed shelters. He wanted me to urge my blog readers to contribute to the Mohawk And Hudson River Humane Society.

I know this group and gave a talk there a few years ago while writing books about dogs. It’s a well-run run, experienced, much-loved rescue group and shelter.

People in assisted often feel ignored by the world and helpless. It would help Jim a lot to save a dog’s life.


(Jim showed me how he fended off a horrific Pit Bull attack, which tore up his hands and part of his face. “It wasn’t the dog’s fault,” he said; his owner had just died. In the photo, he has saved  pictures of his injuries.)

It just tears me apart to see dogs euthanized,” he said. “It makes me cry. I couldn’t take volunteering anymore; it hurt so much.” I told him I understood his passion and would transmit his request to people who can donate to the Mohawk and Hudson Humane Society or any other shelter group that wants to keep their dogs alive.

I told him that in my writing, I had raised questions about the humanity and cost of no-kill shelters; he nodded and smiled. I said I just wanted to be honest, as he is candid.

He said he understood. I said I would be happy to pass along his message; it is an awful thing to see dogs euthanized; millions are in shelters hoping for adoption as people who wanted dogs during the pandemic don’t want them anymore. Shelters, overwhelmed with pandemic-returned dogs, need all the help they can get.

But no dog, he says, is a bad dog. There are just bad people.

Jim is mysterious about his children; he can’t say how many he has. But he knows the three grandchildren who visit him, and he lights up whenever they come. Jim asked me to bring Zinnia and visit with him, which I shall do. Visits to individual rooms stopped during the pandemic but are slowly resuming. Zinnia loves to visit rooms, and the residents love to see her.

I know the Mohawk And Hudson Valley Humane Society is as good a shelter and rescue organization as I have come across. I’ll kick Jim’s request off by donating $100 to the organization. If you are so inclined, feel free to do the same. You can donate to them here or, if you choose, to your favorite rescue group.

Jim Sorer would love it if you donated money in his name. Jim says he knows he doesn’t have all that much time left, and he would be proud and happy to know he had saved even one dog’s life.

9 January

The Mansion, A Poem By Sharon Denney: “Everything I Do, I Am Comforted By You…”

by Jon Katz

Sharon Denney is a poet, a friend, and the head of the Mansion Residents Association. She is also a published poet living in the Mansion and dealing with several health problems. Occasionally, she writes a poem, which I read to other residents in my Meditation Class. I gave her a realistic “cat” she loves and keeps in her room for company. I was in the Mansion today, and Sharon kindly brought me her newest poem.

I’ll read it to the Mansion residents on Friday, but I wanted to share it with you. Sharon is impressive; she is brave, dignified, and uncomplaining. I know she is suffering, and her poems heal her and others. She is committed to her creativity and her poetry.

 

Poem: “Everything I do,” by Sharon Denney.

Everything I do,

I am comforted by you,

When I look at the moon

I know where ever you are,

you are looking at the same one,

When I look at a large sugar maple in the Fall

It’s all oranges, reds and yellows;

So beautiful is nature.

What you see with your eyes;

You feel with your heart,

Emotions run high; happiness is great.

True love abides

The moon is smiling.”

 

  • Sharon Denney

Thanks Sharon.

9 January

Morning Meeting With Zip: First, He Showed Off. He Had Fun With A Mouse, Zip Loves His Life

by Jon Katz

Zip was waiting for me on the back porch table this morning, our regular meeting site. I went to close the barn door, and he came with me. He surprised me by turning quickly, pouncing on a mound of snow, and coming up with something in his mouth that he started tossing up in the air and catching.

When I got closer, I saw it was a mouse. Zip had great fun with it, flipping it up in the air, catching it, dropping it, pouncing again, and slipping it again. Zip was having a blast; I think he was performing for me. I wouldn’t say I like seeing even rodents tortured, so I moved toward Zip to try to take it away. Not a chance.

Zip sensed what I was doing and wasn’t buying it. He picked up the mouse, squeezed himself under the barn door, and disappeared into the barn. When I opened the door and went in, there was no sign of the mouse. Zip has a new hiding place for her kills, I think.

Zip is a barn cat but also a snowcat.

Then he came out and was ready for me. We did our cuddling, stroking and scratching thing. I can only guess the mouse is dead now, probably of a heart attack or shock. Getting tossed up in the air and pounded on cannot be fun.

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