Monday, April 13, 2009
All Dogs (and rocks) Go to Heaven
Friday, April 3, 2009
Poisons on Pets: Health Hazards from Flea and Tick Products
I was catching up on one of my favorite blogs, The Good Human and found this post about Toxic Chemicals Found in Flea Control products. I knew the stuff was gnarly, but somehow put it out of my mind. It was with great trepidation that I opened the link to Green Paws , a site by the National Resources Defense Council (NRDC) and looked at their Product Guide. I was relieved to learn that the flea/tick protection I use on Baloo, Frontline Plus, is not in the most toxic category. It is not ideal, by any means. But he's 11 years old, has ehrlichiosis (a debilitating, recurring tick-born disease), and loves to be outside, especially in the summer - playing with the kids, swimming in the ponds, and rolling in dead things. Frontline Plus protects him from the zillions of ticks, and in the end keeps him healthier.
Cats
We don't put any sort of flea/tick preventative on Fionn MacCool - he's an indoor cat, and doesn't seem to be troubled by fleas. Another thing that helps is that we brush him almost daily, spring though fall. Not only does he love it, but this keeps our house from becoming a hair farm and lets us see if there are fleas.
Perusing the Product Guide I was horrified by just how many products are toxic to cats. Anything with Permethrin (causing muscle tremors, seizures, salivation, vomiting and even death) or Pyrethins (signs of pyrethin poisoning may include coughing, wheezing, shortness of breath, runny or stuffy nose, chest pain or difficulty breathing) should not be used.
Do NOT use essential oils on cats - no Pennyroyal, Tea Tree, Citronella, Eucalyptus, Lavender, Geranium or Rue Oil. It is toxic, and can kill them.
Do NOT use flea collars intended for dogs on cats.
To learn more, please see the Green Paws Toxic Fact Sheet
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
City Mouse vs. Country Mouse
No, not a new bouffant 'do, just a slept-upon set of bangs and a comfortable but non-glamourous pony tail. Not enough sleep, either. They're doing construction on the room upstairs; they start at 6:30 a.m. and don't stop until I call and yell at 8:30 p.m. Go figure!But of course right now this minute I need to dash out of the hotel and get my buns down to Union Station.
It's been interesting to be back in the city again. I had forgotten just how overwhelming it is to be here, how all of one's senses are bombarded all day long. Some of the bombarding is a pleasure - aromas from fresh brewed coffee, a pizza place or Indian restaurant as I stroll by. But after awhile it all seems like TOO MUCH!
I'm headed back to my little house on the prairie, where I can tell that spring is coming by the bits of green popping up through last year's brown grass, the return of the peepers, and the randiness of the robins. Soon, the male goldfinches will turn from drab gray to bright yellow, the forsythia will bloom, and then the violets and morels.
At night, I can look at the stars, all ten zillion of them. My view here is lovely - from the 21st floor I can see Lake Michigan, the river, and lots of cool buildings. But it's time to go home.
I'll write more when I get there - so much to tell!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Dancing Rabbit Revolution
Perhaps it is the way that history was presented to me, or perhaps it is just the way I took it in. But when I originally learned about the colonies making the break from King George and England it all seemed rather dry and, well, not such a big deal. The revolution came across more like: let’s throw some tea off a ship, meet in Philadelphia, write a really cool document and sign our names in big letters. “Revolution” was just a song by the Beatles.
What I’m beginning to understand is that the founding fathers (and the many women, who, though behind the scenes, were incredibly influential and important) were literally risking their lives in order to fulfill their dreams of a better way of government and a better way of life.Am I comparing the founding of Dancing Rabbit to the founding of the United States? Well, perhaps, but only in the most superficial way. What we’re doing here at Dancing Rabbit is neither life-threatening nor treasonous, and it doesn’t involve breaking any laws. I’ve certainly never felt as eloquent as Thomas Jefferson or Thomas Paine while crafting a proposal to present to the group. We are, however, making a huge values-shift from “the American Dream,” are utilizing ecological principles, and prioritizing goals other than “bigger is better.”
Which brings us right back to Dancing Rabbit’s 2009 Goals and Priorities. The G&P topic has been an ongoing process, and over the years we’ve tried various ways to approach it. By setting Goals and Priorities as a group, we are agreeing (by consensus) to put our energy and focus towards these issues. Here are some examples of what we’re probably going to tackle in 2009: revamping The March Hare, our quarterly newletter; building roads on Main Street and West Road, alloting time to handle a crisis, because one invariably arises; nurturing the thousands of trees that we have planted in our CRP bottomland; and support of a conflict resolution committee. When combining those tasks with the myriad of other tasks involved in daily living – building/maintaining a house, planting and harvesting a garden, rasing children, earning a living, maintaining relationships with friends and loved ones – the list seems almost reasonable and do-able.
Unfortunately, that is only a smidgen of what is proposed to be on our plate this coming year. There are also the items (website overhaul; village-wide graywater; a design of the DR entrance and parking area; preparing for media exposure; and putting together a building committee) that have only limited support. No one is saying that they aren’t important; however, we’re all spread pretty thin.
And then there are the items that we would dearly love to consider but simply have neither the time or energy for: visitor housing; a constitutional convention to make sure all of our founding documents are in order and support each other; a more vibrant visitor program; a better way to handle our landfill trash; and viable alternatives to biodiesel.
Being an idealist has never been an easy task. I take comfort in knowing that it took two long years (1774-1776) of meeting, discussing, trust-building and compromising for the Continental Congress to create the Declaration of Independence – after that they still had a war to fight. Here at Dancing Rabbit we will continue our meetings; our “war” is, thankfully, non-violent and largely idealogical. We will continue to live our lives the best ways we know how, as lightly as possible, and to share what we’ve learned with others. If you’d like to join us, please do – we’ve got a seat waiting for you in our next meeting!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
My First Haiku - Thanks Operation Nice!
Inspired, I decided to write my first haiku. However, Baloo has other ideas. My (haiku) future's so bright, I have to wear shades!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Dancing Rabbit: Demonstrating Daily That Change is Possible


(Baloo remains unimpressed)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Today's Decision: Drive a Hummer or Surf Facebook (see #29)
Photo Credit: Huey2006 on FlickrSo today Sparky left for an extended trip west. Not only will we (me, Kurt, Baloo and Fionn) miss her, her comments and her insights, I will also miss her help. She is really the one who keeps this household running while Kurt builds the Mercantile and I run around like a, uh, crazy woman with no impulse control or a to-do list. By the time I had one brief meeting with Innkeeper Amy and washed the dishes, it was 3:00 p.m. So I gave up, and went surfing on Facebook.
I don't really like Facebook. It seems vaguely creepy, and voyeuristic, and kind of, well, icky. Why not just email your friends directly, or better yet, call them? Or if they are here at Dancing Rabbit, how about walking 20 yards for a face-to-face? I feel like I shouldn't be reading the comments to posts - shouldn't they be private? Facebook offends my delicate sensibilities.
But I'm hooked. I can't stay away. Like watching a train wreck or an interpersonal mediation gone horribly awry, I keep peeking between the fingers covering my eyes. And after reading several of the (very cleverly done) "25 Things" by friends, I decided to try it myself. Way back at the back of the curve (the New York Times did a story on 2/4) I am leaping in just as the wave is leaving the shore for parts unknown.
So, without further ado, 25 oh-so-fascinating Random Things about Moi.
1. My parents met at a club for tall people called Golden Gate Tip Toppers. Really. He was 7' tall, she was 6'.
2. During my childhood we had a standard poodle, and the kitchen counters were 3” higher than “normal.” That made everyone and everything in our house tall.
3. The first concert I attended was John Denver at the San Francisco Civic Auditorium in 1973. I was 16 and it was far-out, man.
4. I used to think I didn’t like cats much until one adopted me.
5. I am messy but love to be able to find things – a puzzling dichotomy. This leads us to…
6. My favorite quote is from A.A. Milne: “One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.” For example, when money falls out of my pockets, I just leave it there as a fun surprise for myself when I (eventually) vacuum.
7. I have my own special brand of interpretive dance. If it were ever taken seriously, I would be horrified.
8. When I turned 12 (in 1969) I asked for the Beatles White Album and “Hair.” As I had been thinking about the songs “Rocky Raccoon” and “Oh Bla Di Bla Da” I was rather surprised by John Lennon’s growling rendition of “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road.” Additionally, expecting the sunny, wholesome Cowsills, I received instead the Broadway Cast Recording of “Hair.” I was briefly stunned (and dictionary-bound) with songs like “Sodomy.” My adolescence had officially begun!
9. I have backpacked all over the Sierra Nevada mountains – some of my favorite places are in John Muir Wilderness and near Clair Tappan Lodge, where Kurt and I met.
10. I am from the San Francisco Bay Area. Don’t call it “Frisco.’
11. I grew up in a tract home built in the 50’s. There were 4 different models – if you’d been in one of each, you pretty much knew what everyone else’s house looked like inside. I always wanted a house with stairs and dormers.
12. I love to speak in microphones, whether or not I have anything to say.
13. I enjoy stupid jokes, especially knock-knock jokes and bad puns.
14. I love to read. LOVE. TO. READ. Since January 1, 2009 I have read 11 books (this is in my “spare” time). Best this year: the lyrical and lovely “The Solace of Leaving Early” by Haven Kimmel.
15. I often pretend to speak French. This only works if no one else in the vicinity can actually speak it.
16. Words like odious, anemone, bilious, discombobulate, ennui, futilitarian, jejune and lugubrious make me happy, although I seldom use them.
17. Indecisiveness makes me stark raving mad. Just do something already!
18. During the huge (1989) San Francisco Loma Prieta earthquake, I was in the bathroom at work and thought it was simply a plumbing problem. This may have been taking “blasé Native Californian” a bit too far.
19. I have never, ever, ever, been bored.
20. I am and ENFP (Meyers Briggs Personality Indicator), an Orange brain (Sheila Glaznov’s What Color is Your Briain), a Cancer/Gemini cusp, and a 7 in the Enneagram (“Sevens are playful, high-spirited, and practical, they can also misapply their many talents, becoming over-extended, scattered, and undisciplined. They constantly seek new and exciting experiences, but can become distracted and exhausted by staying on the go. They typically have problems with impatience and impulsiveness.”) Hmmmmm...
21. Men who I will happily watch read or sing the phone book: David Straithairn, Lyle Lovett, Ed Harris, Samuel L. Jackson, Tommy Lee Jones, Sean Connery, the late Richard Farnsworth , Don Cheadle, William H. Macy, Kurt Kessner and Hugh “love those abs” Jackman.
22. I am a terrible traveler (i.e.: cranky, whiny, twitchy and generally quite horrible) – Kurt has promised that we can go anywhere in the world, as long as he can just meet me there.
23. My (private) Life List is about ¾ complete.
24. I really enjoy being 51, in spite of the thighs, and am quite delighted with where my life has taken me.
25. I love Brussels sprouts, sour cream, gorgonzola cheese, pain au chocolat, tarte tatin and Dr. Pepper. But not together.
Bonus Facts:
26. I am a part of a Green Mom's Blog Carnival even though I am not really a "mom." However, I believe that "Mother Earth" counts. We just won a Shorty award for best green content on Twitter. Go us!
27. I am an orphan. I am simultaneously relieved, saddened, lonely and apathetic about this status.
28. I have three of the most fabulous nieces ever. Look out world, the Anderson girls are coming.
29. Sometimes I get really, really tired of launching an ethical green business. I have a secret desire to chuck it all, buy a Hummer, sell items made in China by slave children, and eat non-organic, trans-fat laden, plastic-wrapped junk food. But then I come to my senses.
30. In case you didn't know, I live in an all off-grid, strawbale house, where we collect rainwater for cooking and bathing. However, I hardly ever sing Kumbya.
31. Our house has phones; DSL; two laptops; a microwave, a convection and a conventional gas oven; running water, 2 sinks, a big luxurious bathtub and a shower, a studio for me and an office for Kurt, lots of compact florescent lightbulbs, one dog and a cat (who masquerade as a herd of elephants).
