Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Poetry. Inspired by morning sun hitting the clouds outside my window.

Gaps in the Clouds
By Paul Klusman

This morning I rose early
My sleep it was in vain

To pass through dark and leave no mark

Through the narrow aisles of pain.


I settled in a chair while

The rest of the world was down

Save the horn of a train calling plain

From the other side of town.


Gazing out the window

To the windy void of nigh

No shape no hue nor little clue

Of life could reach my eye.


Then upon the distant horizon

Came slow a creeping glow

Night gave way to the promise of day

And the wind it ceased to blow.


Past the barren limbs of trees

The clouds hung still in the air

They passed the night into morning light

With colors pale and fair.


The sun brushed over the tops

Of the thin cotton canopy

Gapped and slivered it then delivered

Some hope now there to see.


A warmth it filled my heart

Beams of light entered the room

What gift of beauty what honored duty

The sun chased away the doom.


If ever you shall find you

In solitude or despair

Borrow this light against the night

And make your soul repair.


Borrow this light in plenty

Or when the day is gray

Keep it held in a locket in your hip pocket

And spirit the gloom away.

Poetry. Memories of day excursions in my Uncle's camper with two families packed in and headed down the road on I-94 in North Dakota.

Day Trip I-94
By Paul Klusman


Just a few miles out west of town

Out beyond the city limits

A stretch of pavement flat and true

Deep in my memory elicits.


A journey towards distant horizons

To points then unknown

Along a stretch of highway

In a lovely motor home.


We move with steady motion

Past endless stretch of prairie

With waving tall grass sentinels

To witness our windswept journey.


The motor pulls and the tires hum

As we cleave through the morning realm

My cousin is there beside me

Uncle Don is Captain at the helm.


Aunts and Uncles and Mom and Dad

And the kids together we roam

We’re out and back in a single day

By evening we are home.


Life is movement through space and time

We are travelers on an endless stage

I savor the feel, the sight, and the sound

As these words move onto the page.

Poetry. About dance.

This was inspired by a friend of mine who longs for our local dance community during the time of Covid19 lockdown. She is a lovely animated dancer and I've shared many fun songs with her on the dance floor.


Dancing as Days Shall Be
By Paul Klusman

So long as days shall be
And on this earth we dwell
Let us meet where music plays
To cause our soul to swell.

As hand in hand and beat by beat
We move upon the floor
Time suspends within a song
To make our soul restore.

I’ll meet you there and if ever I
Have legs that one day fail me
Bear no sorrow but remember joy
For my soul you lifted sweetly.

Poetry. This is a response to the classic poem "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time" by Robert Herrick

To the Old, to Gather in Time
By Paul Klusman


When shadows gather late of day,

As Time grows ever longer

Let us gather come what may

Even as cold grows stronger.


To bask in former glory, to run

Through memories not yet fading

Not bitter sorrows but victories won

Are tales best for trading.


For what is there but quench our thirst

Though youth has long departed

We drink the last as if the first

From the same cup where we started.


So rest ye easy and rest ye fine

And let us gather, merry

For having walked the narrow line

Together now we tarry.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Ode to Sam.

My spare kitty Sam died recently. Sampson. Sammy. Sam Sam. He had kind of a sad story with several owners during his lifetime. He was declawed which is horrible. He had a persistent sinus infection which is no fun. He was mostly blind. He had an extended stay at a pet shelter after his last owner died. Life at a pet shelter isn’t bad but it isn’t luxurious. Not that Sam was the pretentious type who insisted on luxury. I had him less than a year before he died but his last days were comfortable and he got lots of love.

The poor fellow was also diabetic so he had a hard time getting adopted from the shelter. I believe he was there for at least five years before I brought him home. I spotted him alone in a cage when I was visiting the shelter with a friend who was looking to adopt a kitty. Sam kitty was in a cage at the time so the staff could monitor his food intake and give him the proper amount of insulin. I think the other cats beat up on him and that was another reason to keep him isolated.

I kept thinking about Sam after the visit to the shelter and I decided that I would adopt him after my Zoey kitty was gone. Zoey was diabetic and I kept her going for a good eight years after she became diabetic. After so long it got pretty easy to keep her blood sugar regulated and I’m proud to say that my vet would often remark at how good her “levels” were. I figured I was kind of an expert on diabetic cats and I should give Sam a good home. Nobody else wanted him.

When the time came the good folks at the shelter were so happy to have Sam finally on his way they waived the adoption fee and even sent a spare bottle of insulin home with me. Sam was remarkably calm on the ride home and didn’t complain one bit during our pit stop at the vet. He immediately seemed happy when I brought him into the house and didn’t even mind the sassy attitude from the other two cats.

I got the entire adoption on video and you can watch it here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiuTf5FjvbM

I hoped the other two cats Ginger and Oscar would accept Sam kitty but they never really did. There was lots of hissing and unkind gestures but eventually things calmed down and Sam was mostly ignored and slightly tolerated. He didn’t seem to mind. He finally had a comfortable place and I had made up my mind to keep him through the rest of his days. I’m not sure he sensed that but I like to imagine he did. No more being shuffled from one place to another. Welcome home Sam.

Given that Sam was mostly blind he often had a hard time finding his way around the house. He did pretty well on most days and he could certainly find his way to the kitchen when the food came out but he didn’t always make it to the litter box at the other end of the deal. I would find his gifts on the carpet every few days but I figured he would get things sorted out and improve his aim so to speak.

Unfortunately he never did improve and the odd thing was he mostly had trouble with number two. Number one wasn’t so bad he usually made it to the litter box but number two just didn’t belong there for some reason. I decided to shut him into a back room with his own food, water, and litter box at night or when I was away from the house but that didn’t seem to help. I tried positioning the litter box in various places but that didn’t help. I added a second box but that didn’t help either. Sam would poo just outside the box. It started to escalate. I was involved in a cat poo cold war and I was losing badly.

Finally I decided I had to keep Sam in a large cage much like the one he was confined to at the shelter. He had his food and water and litter box and a comfy spot to sleep in. He didn’t particularly like being in a cage but he got to come out for a few hours in the evenings and even more extended time on the weekends. And it helped contain the cat poo. Mostly.

I don’t know if Sam was stubborn or just blind and kind of senile but he STILL couldn’t get the poo in the box even right there IN the cage. I think his intentions were good but once his feet hit the sand in the litter box he probably felt he was IN the litter box while his furry butt was actually hanging out over the edge. Sam would drop anchor and some of the poo would end up in the box but lots of it would not. Sometimes most of it would not. If you had needed someone to think “outside the box” you would have wanted Sam on your team.

I quickly grew tired of scrubbing the floor of the cage and so I placed cardboard around the perimeter of the box to make cleanup easier. This helped but it was still such a chore to clean the edge of the box and switch out the cardboard and all that. My technology was improving but Sam and his poo were a formidable stinky duo.

My final solution was to increase the size of the litter box to where it completely filled up one end of the cage and limited the target area outside the box. On the one edge where he was still free to overhang his butt I added a plastic ramp just inside the perimeter of the box. It had a slope that was not comfortable to stand on forcing him further into the box. He was pretty good about stepping into the box and the ramp solved the problem of the overhang probably about 95% of the time. Lots of poo was left on the ramp but that was much easier to clean than the floor of the cage. I considered my cat poo ramp technology a success.

But still we had our battles when I let him out of the cage. One particularly notable incident involved my vinyl record collection. I had been given some nice records by a good friend during a move that included an original Beatles “Abbey Road” album in pretty good condition. Not collectible but not bad. One evening I came home to discover a deposit of cat poo on the album cover. An original Beatles “Abbey Road” with cat poo on it. Dammit! How and why did he do that? The remarkable thing was that the album cover was not lying flat on the floor it was propped against the base of my stereo. Sam had to maneuver in just the right way and projectile poo to get a direct hit like that.

I guess Sam was not a Beatles fan. Maybe he liked The Rolling Stones or Pink Floyd? I didn’t really want to find out so I moved all the records out of reach of Sam’s butt cannon. I tried to clean the “Abbey Road” cover as best I could but Sam’s mark is there forever. I like to call it my “Scratch and Sniff Abbey Road” record. I pretend that one of the Beatles, probably Ringo, had a soft spot in his heart for cats and bought some big mansion where he kept all the stray cats who needed a home. To help pay the costs Ringo convinced the others to release a limited edition of “Scratch and Sniff Abbey Road” with all profit going to the cats. Too bad you don’t have one of these limited edition Beatles albums I do.

Sam’s diabetes went away after a few months. This will happen sometimes cats go into a sort of remission with diabetes. At some point he didn’t need insulin shots so he was pretty much like a normal healthy cat. Sadly there was something else that started to take a toll on Sam’s body. He started to lose weight and my vet couldn’t find an obvious cause. It might have been some kind of cancer but we never knew. I wouldn’t have put his little body through cancer treatment anyway. He was such an old fellow we decided to keep him comfortable and let it run its course whatever it was. He didn’t seem to have any discomfort but he got progressively more and more thin.

On Sam’s last day he got to be out of his cage and hanging out with the rest of us nearly the entire time. He was very weak that morning when I took him out of his cage so I gave him some fluids and held him. He gave the most weak little purr as we sat there together. After a few minutes he perked his head up and looked towards the kitchen. I took him over and set him down next to his food and he ate with gusto. He was still kind of weak but he seemed to rally as the day went on. He slept quite a bit but that is what cats do.

That night I put him back in his cage and put in a clean blanket for some more comfort. I checked on him about 2 am. I flipped on the light and he immediately propped up his head and looked at me. I wondered if I should bring him out for more cuddles but he looked comfortable and I was tired. I convinced myself he would be ok in the morning and I went to bed. Of course the next morning he was gone. He had died in his sleep.

The one thing I’ll never forget about Sam was his positive attitude. He didn’t have the best life. It could have been worse but it could have been better. I think Sam figured it could have been worse. Every single morning he was happy with his tail in the air and ready for some breakfast and a good nap. Even as his body started to fail he was still a cheerful fellow. He was probably the grossest stinky kitty I’ve ever had but that didn’t stop him one bit. I hope when my last days arrive I can have the same positive attitude as little Sammy. He was a great little fellow. He was a bit of a challenge as so many of us are, but he also had so much love to give. He would literally crawl up to put his paws around my neck and nuzzle his head under my chin. I’ve never had another cat do that before. What a great little fellow. RIP Sam.

Sam's adoption shelter:
http://lifelineanimalplacement.org
Lifeline Animal Placement and Protection
310 W 45th St N
Wichita, KS 67204
(316) 807-8473

Another good shelter about 20 minutes east of Wichita:
http://members.petfinder.com/~KS86/index.html
Country Cats
P.O. Box 37
Andover, KS 67002
(316) 775-2288

Friday, July 17, 2015

Re: Orthodox Christians Must Now Learn To Live as Exiles in Our Own Country

Rod Dreher’s article, “Orthodox Christians Must Now Learn To Live as Exiles in Our Own Country” is a wordy and somewhat rambling essay on the challenges now facing Christians due to the recent Supreme Court ruling on gay marriage. He makes numerous claims and offers a variety of anecdotes. Most of them are wrong. He includes some pretty exciting language to describe marriage equality such as “radical”, “extremism”, and “revolution”. He makes reference to phrases like “inventing rights out of nothing” and “a threat to democracy”. Apparently the world is about to end.

I see gay marriage as another victory along the way towards liberty, equality, and justice for all people as imagined by our founding fathers. Our history shows how we get there: slavery was abolished, the right to vote was extended to women and African Americans, segregation was declared illegal, and today all people finally have the right to marry under the law. Still our society is not perfect, but as we continue the slow march forward, at every step of the way those like Mr. Dreher lament how “the old ways” are gone. Despite their protest we eventually look back on the social change and call it what it is: progress.

Mr. Dreher makes specific points about this most recent victory for LGBT equality that I would like to address.

1) That we are a “Post Christian Nation”.

“Post Christian Nation” sounds to me like… ALL THE CHRISTIANS ARE GONE!!! Where did they go?? Did the rapture finally happen? I still see all my friends in my social media but I suppose it is possible that none of my friends are true Christians like Mr. Dreher. I wonder if Mr. Dreher is still here. Mr. Dreher are you still here? Can you see these words? Are you going to Chick-fil-A for lunch today or did they disappear in a puff of greasy holy smoke? Are you going to pick up some art and craft supplies from Hobby Lobby or did Jesus call the fake plastic flowers and decorative trinkets up to heaven where they belong?

Sorry Mr. Dreher, but we are not a “Post Christian Nation” because we never were a “Christian Nation” in the first place. Granted, Christianity is part of our culture and history, but it was never a basis for our government. The US Constitution is the fundamental document of our government and it does not contain any reference to God, Jesus, or Christianity. In fact it specifies that our government cannot establish an official religion and at the same time guarantees the free exercise of religion. All religion, not just Christianity.

2) That “LGBT activists” will really be coming after social conservatives.

So Mr. Dreher, have you noticed how people who enjoy model trains have not been “coming after social conservatives” the way the “LGBT activists” supposedly have? Why would that be? I suppose it’s probably because social conservatives generally have nothing against equality for people who like model trains. Social conservatives, insecure as they are, somehow allow model train enthusiasts to live as they will. They are free to use old fashioned steam locomotives, modern diesel-electric engines, or both. Model train enthusiasts are equal members of society under the law with all the rights and privileges afforded by our Constitution. 

Now imagine if social conservatives also had nothing against this same equality for LGBT people. This is just a guess, but I’ll bet the “LGBT activists” would be happy to live and let live if this was the case. I’ve never heard any LGBT person say that social conservatives should not have the right to marry the person of their choice, raise their kids, and make a train layout in their basement. If we could just get the same courtesy from social conservatives towards the LGBT community, imagine what that would be like. Everyone just living as they wish under the laws of the United States of America. Nobody trying to control which pair of consenting adults can and cannot marry. What a radical concept.

3) That LGBT want to change marriage.

This one is really puzzling to me. I’m not Christian or married, so to examine this I look to my own parents. They are devout Christians who have been happily married for nearly fifty years. Probably the biggest recent change in their lives is the sale of their current house with stairs and construction of a new house that is all on one level. It seems to me that all other aspects of their marriage, and life, are pretty much the same after gay marriage.

I think what is really having an impact on my parents is gravity. They don’t like stairs any more and quite frankly I don’t blame them. My own house has plenty of stairs and I guess they are kind of a pain. I’m trying to think if gay marriage has changed the nature of the stairs in my house. Or the pull of gravity. You know, I don’t think it has. It hasn’t changed marriage, either.

4) That we (Christians) are going to have to learn how to live with at least a mild form of persecution.

And here again is this tired old claim of persecution of conservative Christians. They can no longer force their narrow religious opinions of marriage into the lives of fellow citizens. This somehow ruins their own marriage and makes them “victims” of the day.

I’m reminded of the behavior of a young boy at a restaurant where I recently dined. He went into a tantrum when he was denied some leftover potato chips that were offered to another person at the table. He was so blind in his persecution that he failed to notice the ample number of potato chips remaining on his own plate. The child’s tantrum stopped when I pointed to his own chips.

I wish it was that easy to stop the tantrums of conservative Christians. I’ll point out how they are still free to marry the person they love, and yet they are not happy. There is wonderful diversity of potato chips in this great nation, and we should all be free to eat the chips of our choice. And we should all be free to marry the person we love. This is not persecution. It is simply the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all people.


Mr. Dreher continues to babble on about “Benedictine monks living amongst cultural darkness”. He wonders how to “build resilient (Christian) communities within a condition of internal exile”. He quotes a fellow in a monastery in someplace called Nursia who declares “how far things have decayed in our aggressively secularizing world” and blah blah blah blah blah… 

He says that the dissenting Supreme Court justices who warn of “the fall of the traditional American social, political, and legal order” are not like “wild-eyed prophets wearing animal skins and shouting in the desert”. Indeed. They are not wearing animal skins.


Mr. Dreher says we live in interesting times. I say we live in a time of progress, and it is good.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Open Letter to KS Legislators on Unlicensed Concealed Guns

Dear Kansas Legislators,

I’m writing to urge you to reject the bill to allow unlicensed carry of concealed guns. In Kansas you need a license to drive a car on public roads. You need a license to do many jobs (doctor, lawyer, teacher, etc). If you want to open a restaurant and serve food to the public you have to obtain a license. The idea that we should let anybody with no training and no license walk around with a loaded gun under their shirt is complete insanity. A concealed carry permint in KS requires fingerprinting and a criminal background check. Do we really want to do away with this? I can't see how it would make us safer.

Many people argue that there is no difference between concealed carry and open carry. To me the difference is obvious - I can SEE the gun with open carry. If someone walks into a restaurant with a rifle on their shoulder or a pistol on their hip I can immediately walk to the back of the restaurant, go through the kitchen, and out the back door. I don’t know if we have a “good guy with a gun” or a “bad guy with a gun” just by looking at them. But I can clearly see they have a gun. I might even see the gun out the window before this individual gets inside the restaurant.

Many people argue that criminals have concealed weapons so we shouldn’t have restrictions on concealed weapons since it won’t make a difference. This argument is utter nonsense. If laws don’t make any difference then why do we even have any laws? If we have speed limits then only the criminals will drive too fast so we don't really need speed limits. If we have laws against theft then only the criminals will steal so we don't need laws against theft. If we have laws against rape and murder then only the criminals will rape and murder so we don't need laws against rape and murder. Pick ANY law and you can make the same argument that criminals simply ignore that law. And yet somehow, we all agree that laws are good. Laws keep the vast majority of people from doing things that harm other people. Should we eliminate DUI laws? If we have laws against drunk driving then only the criminals will drive drunk. So let's get rid of DUI laws, right?

Here is a great quote from Karl T Frederick, an Olympic gold-medal winner for gun marksmanship: “I have never believed in the general practice of carrying weapons. I do not believe in the general promiscuous toting of guns. I think it should be sharply restricted and only under licenses.” Karl T Frederick also happened to be the President of the NRA at the time. I believe “The right to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed” is an important part of our constitution. I, Paul Klusman, believe in responsible gun ownership. I also believe in common-sense gun control laws. The 2nd Ammendment does NOT mean the founding fathers imagined a big free-for-all where ANYBODY can carry a gun at any time, anywhere, with zero restrictions, no license, and no training.

Sincerely,
Paul Klusman