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Simon
May 19, 2003~ January 26, 2013
UCD Can Ch Canterbury Tails Blue Genes RN (Ripley) X Ch. Lemerle Silk Comedian Of Keja (Louie)
As is customary in the early dark of the night, the river flowed rhythmically under the Bridge lulling the babies to sleep. It would be a short sleep for the Canterbury Tails babies, because it was only right that the youngest tails share in the festivities of this special night. Everything had to be perfect…Hope was in charge…she knew how it had to be.
Night greetings are not the norm for canines with families…night greetings are reserved for those who otherwise won’t find their way. Hope remembers her own night journey and wants everything perfect—and easy—for her grandson. White Christmas lights were uniformly wrapped around the trunks of the trees and fireflies danced in the shadows, making hydrangea flowers (one of his favorites) seem like mounds of snow…
“He loves Christmas! During the holiday nights he would stay up with Margie until the last of the Christmas lights were unplugged. Sometimes she opened the patio door to let the fresh air in…it made the scent of the pine needles perfume the room. He loved running through the pine trees in front of the house; he and Margie played hide-and-seek in the trees.” Ripley remembered waiting--those nights on Christmases past--for them to come to bed; she knew that if she got comfortable on the bed, he would jump up and make her move.”
Polo laughed, “The kid took my spot! I remember putting my front paws across her midriff and putting my head on her heart, and…”
Hope burst in, “And she wrapped her left arm across my body cradling me close to her. I fell asleep to the beat of her heart…”
Carrying a mother-of-pearl pail of phosphorescent dust, Nora scampered toward the two. “I need some help here! There is so much to do and so little time…we never get enough time for greetings…We don’t want to lose the first stars of the night.”
Joining the trio, Bishop said, “Relax, Princess! Memories are what keep us going sometimes.”
“Bishop, I know all about the memories, but his case is taking too long already.”
With the television remote in his mouth and rawhide tucked under his front leg, Luke (rather uncomfortably) stated, “I have searched the collections and haven’t found anything that he would like.”
Polo stepped in, “He didn’t have anything special—only her, and she won’t be here. I didn’t have anything either—just her. Whatever she wanted to play was the right thing to play.”
Hope added, “It was just about playing together. But wait….I think I have the right thing…”
“I beat you to it! Here they are. Where should I put them?”
“Thank you, Paige.” Hope was grateful that Paige brought them and carefully placed them in the #1, #2, and #3 position. “Wait! Put the tattered glove in the #2 position.” Hope sniffed the objects lightly at first, then double-backed to breathe in the scent again. “Polo, where did you get these? They smell authentic.”
“They ARE authentic. Last visit I brought them back with me. Margie’s been looking for them for months! Heehee…heehee…Even Donna has been looking for these gloves! They belonged to me first, Miss Hope!” Polo’s smugness charged a reaction from her…
“But you never got to use them, and I did! And he got his UD with them.”
“Heeheehee….and then I took them! I had a hunch we would need them here someday.”
With her ears dusting the rose petals along the walk, the first of the Tails spoke; Elsa remembered Hope’s night greeting, “Greetings are happy times for us; greetings bring gifts of fresh scents to renew our spirits. He will bring good gifts.” “It will be soon. Let’s gather the young ones.”
The Tails moved to the window in the clouds. Bishop craned his neck, “Look! She is cradling him now. She is remembering that day when Gretl sat in the whelping box and held him up to her…she said how much he looked like you, Polo.”
Polo added, “And for a moment I was with her through that pup. That boy…He learned fast…And he performed the exercises no matter who asked him! There was only one thing he did just for her…”
Nora interrupted, “When Margie asked, Where’s my boy? He would leave a platter of filet mignon with a side order of fresh green beans and RUN to her!”
Hope added, “He earned his Champion at 16 months and his UD in only 6 trials…with MY help, of course! His CD and CDX were easy—he qualified each time out! He has a Versatility leg and two RE legs…Margie was convinced he’d finish both titles over the next three weeks. The titles didn’t matter though; showing was just something for them to do together.”
Ripley, quietly watching through the window, turned to face the others. “He’s coming.”
The Bridge was adorned with stars to help him find the way…the Tails and friends took their places, the youngest in the front rows. Paige put the pail of phosphorescent dust in the flyball unit locking the pail handle in place. Luke ran forward, touched the pedal and released the dust into the night sky spiraling it into a ribbon of welcome for the traveler.
Margie kissed his muzzle and whispered, “Go now…I will always love you…I will carry you in my heart forever until I see you again. I will never forget you. Tell the others I still love them. I love you Simon.”
He looked up but couldn’t see her anymore. Following the sparkles and stars to the Bridge, Simon turned to look back...
Ripley, anxious for his arrival, excitedly said, “Welcome, son…this is home now…until they come.”
With our dogs, life is experienced completely and unselfishly…even weeds in the grass deserve attention. They appreciate the briskness of winter air, warmth of summer’s heat, and everything in between! How wonderful for us to share the world with them!
Margie Ranch
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Simon Willison presents on dmigrations during the Schema Evolution panel at DjangoCon 2008. Moderator Michael Trier can be seen in the background.
Wijk en dienstencentrum "De Kronkel". geopend op 29febr 1984 door Simon Carnmiggelt
Portret brons door Ingeborg Müller .
Onthuld 7-10-1995
Simón Bolívar, nicknamed The Liberator, was a Venezuelan military and political leader who played a leading role in the establishment of Venezuela, Ecuador, Bolivia, Peru and Colombia as sovereign states, independent of Spanish rule.
There's said to be more statues of this guy in the world than anyone else.
The Norton Simon Museum is an art museum located in Pasadena, California, USA. It was previously known by other names, including the Pasadena Art Institute and the Pasadena Art Museum.
The Simon collections include European paintings, sculpture, tapestry and remarkable sculpture from South Asia. Outside gardens house sculpture and a pond.
The Norton Simon Museum contains a wide permanent collection of paintings from the 14th century to the 20th, and it is highly considered. It hosts temporary exhibitions that can treat of a given painter (e.g., "Picasso's Toros"), art movements (avant-garde) or art developed in a specific area (often located in Asia, e.g., "Sacred Treasures from Tibet, Nepal and Northern India").
The 19th century is well-represented, and paintings by Vincent van Gogh, Gustave Courbet, Henri Fantin-Latour, Paul Cézanne and most of the Impressionists are shown. There are a great number of sculptures and paintings by Edgar Degas.
(Source: Wikipedia: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norton_Simon_Museum)
More information: www.nortonsimon.org/
Simon Willison talks about "Building crowdsourcing applications" Very very good speak indeed, and one of those that makes you want to rush home and try things out.
@simonw
Simon Baker - Actor, Director
In his television acting career, he is best known for his lead role in the CBS television series The Mentalist as Patrick Jane
Festival de Cannes 2015
Simon's too big to be AKC registered! At 27 pounds, he's the biggest Boston Terrier I know, but luckily he's still cute :)
O Movimento Negro Unificado (MNU) é uma organização pioneira na luta do Povo Negro no Brasil. Fundada no dia 18 de junho de 1978, e lançada publicamente no dia 7 de julho, deste mesmo ano, em evento nas escadarias do Teatro Municipal de São Paulo em pleno regime militar. O ato representou um marco referencial histórico na luta contra a discriminação racial no país.
Fotos: Felipe L. Gonçalves/Brasil247
Simón lleva más de 50 años vendiendo revistas por todas las plazas de España. También hace una rifa. Los regalos son llaveros con capotitos, chaquetillas y otyros trastos taurinos.
Simons new net-zero store in Quebec City has more than 1,000 solar modules on solar canopies over the parking lot, similar to this system shown from the Simons Londonderry store in Edmonton, Alberta. It was the first net-zero department store in Canada, built by one of the oldest retailers in the country.
Photo David Dodge, GreenEnergyFutures.ca
See story: www.greenenergyfutures.ca/episode/simons-first-net-zero-s...
I've grown to really love these two in a very short time - Sofie (left) is actually the one to start - and end - most of the scraps these two have, despite the fact she's 2/3 the size of Simon. Simon, on the other hand is a giant suck - he headbutts, drools, kneads, purrs and very often keeps me up at night by walking all over me and nudging me, trying to find the perfect place to sleep. While it IS a little maddening, I can't stay angry as they're both just so sweet and gentle kittens.
"Fished Hornsea last week.
Bait was frozen black lug, squid and mackerel.
Had this nice thornback and 5 sizable whiting.
Simon Clark, Lincoln."
A scan of a print out of a screen capture from a long dead Palm Treo of the text message conversation Mary and I had where she proposed to me.
Las Vegas, Nevada
March 2004
Simon Hickey of Auckland in action. ITM Cup rugby union match, Auckland v Canterbury at Eden Park, Auckland, New Zealand. Saturday 28th September 2013. Photo: Anthony Au-Yeung / photosport.co.nz