MY MOM#2

June 23rd, 2010

Today I got to the office, got on my bike [stationary recumbent exercize] and right out the gate it was smooth sailing. I was firing on all cylinders, the wind was at my back, my timing was impeccable and I got in the zone early. Before I knew it I’d ridden for one hundred and ten minutes, burned a bunch of carbs, and achieved cardio bliss . I handled some phonecalls,scheduled some new business and achieved a zen-like state. So I jumped off my bike and organized and made a new musical mix C.D. for the road.It’s a blend of jazz, country, rhythm and blues, and rock . Today went smoothly because my depression over my mom’s demise is lifting because I’m exercising and creating endorphins. I don’t know what works for others but diet and exercize are the key factors in my health and well-being. If adversity had not reared it’s obscene snout I probably would not have discovered the perfect blend  of diet and exercise that works for moi. My mom grew up on a farm with all older brothers. Between the great depression where her family subsisted on root vegetables for weeks at a time and her brother’s practical jokes she grew up tough. Once at our summer cottage at Lake Dunmore, Vermont we were gathered at the dinner table when someone spied a mouse. Everyone jumped up on their chairs including my dad while my mom chased the little bugger down and walloped him with a broom. No one or nothing was going to disturb her friends and family at her dinner table. That was Lee or Aunt Sis as the Engles called her. She was fearless. She had a sense of humor and often made  funny faces to cheer me up when I was blue. I got the blues from the Russell genes and the Engle goofball genes would chase them away. She seemed to shine in arduous situations and actually so did my dad. I think most our parents did. I believe this country can get off it’s collective ass and fight this economic meltdown combined with our ecologic toxic debacles that we’ve created for our children. We must mirror our parents. We must remember their strength when they were faced with adversity. We must emulate them. My parents used to say that what we kids needed was a good depression and they were right. I used to think that that was the biggest oxymoron I’d ever heard but now I think that they were right. I intend to honor my mom and my dad by acting more like them when their backs were against the wall. So if you want to bitch about the economy or the gulf oil spill or the wildfires…Don’t call me. I’m standing tall, meeting adversity headon fighting back. Like the band the MC5 used to say “either you’re the problem or you’re the solution so kick out the jams …….

Pierce H. Russell

my mom

June 17th, 2010

I’ve written pieces primarily about dogs, their behavioral problems interacting with humans and my solutions but today I’m driven to write about my mom. I buried my mom this weekend with friends and family in upper state New York and I’m choking up just writing about it. Don’t misinterpret what I’m saying, I didn’t bury her and topple my friends and family on top of her and hurriedly cover them with dirt to keep her company but I thought about it. We all take or moms for granted but no matter how independent and hardened we are we all know no one will ever love us like our mom. Mine had a tough life but she never complained and she was there for anyone who had less or was downtrodden and she was the consumate caretaker. For the last ten years of her life she had no one to take care of and she lost pieces of herself daily while living in assistd comfort. I stayed busy in my new life in the west and I visited her infrequently. I complained when I had to visit her because she told the same stories over and over and she was just less fun. And now I’m sorry because I feel this huge gap in my soul now that she no longer is alive. The one person who loved me irrevocably is gone. I know I’ll overcome this tremendous loss and I can only hope and pray that someday I’llbe able to care for the less fortunate at least half as well as she did. Currently I feel her strength and presence in me when I work with sverely abused dogs. My partner, Lana and I rescued aLab-Pitbull mix puppy five months ago and he growled at us for three solid weeks and if you knew Bud, my dad then you know why I said his growls reminded me of home. Eventually our love and affection overcame his fear and agression and I know it was my mom’s genes that helped me. Various people, young and old, pretty and petty, fat and phat, got up and spoke at her service and it was beautiful. It was touching and it still hurts bad. I buried my mom this past weekend and I loved her very very very much.

Pierce H. Russell Jr.

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