Archive for June, 2010

Building a New Venture Team & Planning for the Next Generation

June 11, 2010
I love to read.  My first two books were some little I-can-read books that Mom bought.  The first was “Silly Billy” and then “The Squirrel’s Birthday Party”.  I read everything I could get my hands on, like cereal boxes and magazines and library books. 
There are lots of books and tons of reading in my college classes.  Rarely is it anything I’m really interested in, and some of it is repeated from course to course, like the SWOT analysis and Porter’s five forces.  One class was in Small Business Management which was very much like the Entrepreneurship class.  Blah, blah, blah.
But occasionally I get side-tracked in class.  I start drifting mentally away while the professor drones on and on about some fascinating powerpoint slide, and sometimes my eye catches something in my textbook that I’m interested in.  Like the little beauty below…

Strange but True. Click on the image to enlarge and make it readable, unless you have superhuman powers and/or supermagnifier glasses.

Just another day at the office

June 9, 2010

I reallly need to learn how to use my computer’s camera…

The Plantation Broker

June 8, 2010

The contents page. Giving credit where credit is due.

On May 24, 2010, The Sugar and I went on a LibraryFest in Columbia, SC. One of the quests was to find a magazine article about John King Garnett. Sugar struck gold, we copied that little beaut, and now I am perplexed how to share it with you. I’m afraid I’ll have to transcribe the whole stinkin’ thing. In the meantime, here’s the scanned copies. The name of the magazine is “South Carolina Wildlife”, and the article is from November-December 2003, Vol. 50, No. 6.

By John E. Davis.  Photography by Phillip Jones.

Whether a visionary, a scalawag, or simply a man trying to make a living, John King Garnett left a vast legacy of wild lands between the Savannah and Coosawhatchee rivers.

 

Sylvia, from Garnett, ponders her future as a buyer and seller of large land tracts.

The Soho South

June 5, 2010

On Memorial Day, The Sugar and I did something realllly decadent.  We drove to Savannah to eat lunch.  And.  Then.  Drove.  Home.  How’s that for livin’ it up?

Last week, the day after the Beidlerfest, we went touristing about in Savannah.  We had seen the Soho South along Liberty Street, near the book store AND the yarn shop, but had never gone in.  Still on an adventuresome high from the LibraryFest and the BeidlerFest, we really went out of control and went all three places.  On the same day.  Cause that’s how we crazy types live it up.

We liked it so much, we went again to the Soho South on Memorial Day.  I noticed the wine list had a Riesling from the Mosel area of Germany.  I’m not much of a wino, but it seemed like the drink to order.  It was a pleasant wine, and I would order it again.

The restaurant itself was in a former garage.  Sugar commented when he was growing up, his family had gone on a trip to Savannah and their car broke down, and his father had arranged for the car to be repaired in this very tea-room.  The old roll-up door is rolled up overhead, permanently attached to the ceiling.  Some of the floor has not been painted or resurfaced, and you can see all the old stains from various automotive fluids.  There’s an attached art gallery with prints and paintings and postcards for sale.  Very odd sensations sometimes for Sugar when we go somewhere that has a different memory for him from a past life.  Sometimes good, and sometimes disconcerting and unpleasant.

So, go to the Soho South, and order the Riesling.  You won’t regret it.

Parvo!

June 3, 2010

Parvo strikes fear in the heart of a dog owner.  It is most prevalent in puppies.  By the time the pup shows symptoms of illness, it can be too late to treat.  Parvo can sweep through a puppy population, seemingly overnight, and every pup can die.  There are treatments available through your vet which can be quite costly.  Until now.

The vet I work for claims that he has a cure for parvo, and that he has lost only nine cases of parvo since he began practicing in 1974.  I got to see him prove his point last week.  This case involves a five month old stray, which was trapped by me, vaccinated at the vet, and relinquished to the local shelter.  I did not know that the shelter director had resigned, and that the shelter had slipped back into its old, sloppy ways of inadequate cleanup and sanitizing.  They called me one week later to inform me that the pup had tested positive for parvo and couldn’t stay there.  I knew that meant I had to get the pup out or they would euthanize him. 

A shelter’s typical protocol when dealing with a parvo outbreak is to euthanize all parvo cases.  I told them I needed 15 minutes to form a plan.  Could they wait?  They agreed.

I took a deep breath and cooled my jets, then called Sugar and asked him if he could pick up the pup, bring him to me at the vet’s office for the first in a series of injections, and then take him to my place and put him in the former turtle yard.  He agreed, I called the vet, and the experiment, as far as I was concerned, was about to begin.

Most vets, when dealing with a suspected parvo case, don’t even want the dog in the building.  Parvo is just that contagious, and EVERYTHING has to be sanitized with bleach, and parvovirus can still live in the environment and pop up months later.  Our vet met Sugar and the pup outside.

The pup could only sit and thump his tail weakly.  He made no objections to the injection, a simple conconction of the vet’s own design of penicillin, gentamyacin, dexamethasone, and Vitamin B complex.  We gave 100ml of fluid subcutaneously, and Sugar and the pup went on their way. 

When I got home that evening, the pup was sitting in the turtle yard, leaning lethargically against the shed.  About midnight when I checked on him, he was lying on his back, still thumping his tail in a gentle way, although unable to lift his head.  I knew I’d be digging a hole the next day. 

The next morning he was still in the same position, although still alive.  He was able to get to a standing position, and then fall against the shed wall.  He leaned against the shed while I gave him the next injection and 250ml of fluid.  I planned on digging the hole when I got home that night. 

I checked on him at lunch.  He seemed slightly better, but still couldn’t eat any food.  He should be ravenous, but his insides were probably still raw with pain.  I went back to work, and gave the latest report to the vet.  When I got home that evening, he seemed the same, and I put off digging the hole.

The next morning about 6 AM I was awakened by barking, a barking that I didn’t recognize.  I realized that it was little Pluff in the turtle yard, waking everything within the sound of his voice, like an early morning rooster with a new song to sing.  I gave him the last injection, although it seemed pointless because he seemed cured. 

He is acting normal in every way.  In approximately 40 hours he went from the death list to the top of the class.  I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it for myself.  A simple concoction of common ingredients combined with fluids, and the rest is history. 

(The vet says everyone that he tells doesn’t believe him.  They think he’s a quack.)

A Busy Day

June 2, 2010

Wow.  What a busy day!  The vet’s office is usually open on Wednesday from 9-1.  Those hours ensure that we never EVER leave before 2.  Or later.  We booked appointments every half hour, and sure enough, those emergencies just came piling in on top of everything else.  I had to go to the post office first thing, to get stamps, to mail out those stinkin’ monthly statements, one work station’s computer is fried causing that person to attempt a coup and takeover on my work station, dog hit by car, and on top of everything else, I popped out a couple of puppies. 

No, really, I did.

And in other news:

Sylvia: "Run faster, Jopty, I think we've just been upstaged."