Lately I have been thinking about different points of view. I've hit a roadblock writing my books so thought I would try something different.


Sirens

by Diane Moat


I hear the wail of a siren and I pause to say a prayer for all those involved.

I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. My fifteen-year-old daughter hasn’t been home in two days, and I am worried about her. She’s not a bad child, but she’s in with a bad crowd. Could the siren be for her? Is she okay? I call her father, checking for the tenth time if he’s heard anything.

 I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. I am a patient in the back of an ambulance, and the siren is mine. The paramedic smiles at me, trying to be reassuring as he starts my IV, but I am afraid. The siren says I am sick, and I need to get to the hospital quickly.

    I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. Then I hear the wail of another siren, and another. What is it? Why are there so many sirens heading in one direction? Has there been an attack? The low level fear I feel constantly is sharpened, and I turn on the local news.

      I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. I have been in an accident, and I am badly hurt. The siren means help is coming. Hold on, hold on, the siren says. I smell my own blood, and try to focus on the sound of the siren. It’s getting closer and will be here soon, I tell myself as my sight darkens.

          I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. I am a volunteer EMT in a small town, and it is my siren. I know these roads, and I know the address where I am heading. There is a house fire at the home of my third grade teacher. I focus on my driving, pushing aside my memories of Mrs. Stevens.

        I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. I am driving a stolen car, and I have warrants out for my arrest. My heart hammers when I see the flashing lights in my rearview mirror as I debate whether to run, or fight.

       I hear the wail of a siren, and I pause. The siren is mine as I head to a call of ‘officer needs assistance.’ I know the officers who work this area. Worried for my co-workers, I say under my breath, “Hold on, hold on,” as I push down on the gas pedal.
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I hear the wail of a siren and I pause to say a prayer for all those involved.







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​My blind dog dreams. As some of you know, my new rescue dog, Captain Jellybean, is totally blind, likely from trauma. He doesn’t bark or make any sound, and I've only seen him wag his tail twice. He is learning the layout of the house, and the other dogs are helping him. Jack, in particular, watches over him.

Bean sleeps in the bed, sandwiched between me and a pillow.  He sleeps through the night, and won’t try to get off the bed. A few nights ago I felt him moving next to me and thought he was having a seizure. I turned on the lights and pulled back the covers just enough to see him. 

All four legs were moving and incredibly, his tail whipped back and forth in a full-blown wag. Bean was dreaming! His body seemed relaxed and his movements spoke of a happy imaginary world. I was fascinated. Could he “see“ in his dreams? Was he in a field of mowed grass, flat ground, without any fencing? Were I or the other dogs with him, or did he run alone? Did he recall a time when his eyes could see movement and his vision returned in his dreams?

I remembered happy dreams of my own, and hoped the wag signaled his comfort in his new home. What are dreams? Are they just our subconscious acting out, or something more?

For most of my life I have had a recurring nightmare. The details change but the theme remains the same. There’s danger, and when I try to call for help, the phone doesn't work. Sometimes there’s no connection, other time a person on the other end of the line can't hear me. And always the danger comes closer and I am alone.

A few months ago I had a similar nightmare but with a different conclusion. In my childhood apartment, evil came up the stairs toward the apartment door. The phone in my hand buzzed but wouldn't make a connection. I yelled out to the building tenants (who were somehow my current friends) "I need help - call the police!"
Voices responded, "Calling now!" Immediately the police were there, and I woke.

When I realized what had happened in my dream, I laughed out loud in the middle of the night. Wherever the old fear had come from, it was now gone. It hasn't returned and I don't believe it will.

It may be too much to hope that Bean won't have bad dreams ever again, but it would be a gift to us both if the good dreams outweighed the bad. Do you have a recurrent dream or nightmare, and what do you think it means?

This weekend I had the honor of being able to help administer the Covid vaccine to our frontline healthcare workers. I was excited to dust off my nursing license and scrubs, but that emotion quickly changed to my being humbled.

The healthcare workers I met did not discuss politics. There was no concern over the vaccine being "fake news." Every person eagerly rolled up their sleeves and thanked me after the vaccine. They thanked me - how ridiculous was that? 

Over and over I heard the word "hope." One woman spoke of her mother, who passed away a month ago from complications of Covid. A young man shared how he and his family were worried about the vaccine side effects, so he was putting aside his worry to receive the vaccine (social media photo included) in the hope his family would see how safe it was and follow suit.

The atmosphere was one of fatigue and sadness for what had come before and what we still currently face, tempered by that word again. Hope. We need to remain focused, with facemasks, handwashing and social distancing. Let's honor our frontline workers by staying safe ourselves as we move to create a wall against this terrible virus.

As we set our goals for 2021, please continue to thank, and recognize our frontline workers. When 2020 has been in our rearview mirror for a time, and we have returned to hugging family members at gatherings, continue to remember those who you are grateful for today.

To my hair stylist: thank you.
To my UPS driver: thank you.
To our military: thank you.
To our truckers: thank you.
To the gas station attendants: thank you.
To everyone who acts as the backbone of our country: thank you.

A special thank you to our medical personnel, EMS crews, firefighters and police. 

And to all of you who follow my blog and have supported me in my writing, I appreciate you more than you can know. Thank you.

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The turkey leftovers are gone and holiday wreaths are up. This has been a tough year for everyone, so let's talk about holiday gift-giving. Usually we have all begun stressing over gifts by now. What do I get my boss? Last year my neighbor gave me a fruit basket - do I need to get her something? The normal stress of the season has been taken up a notch with Covid and all its terrible repercussions.

Stop. Just stop. None of us has the same expectations as last year and most of us are now grateful for the simple things. I hope you all are doing well and I wish for you health over the next few months. Give yourself some grace. If you cannot afford the normal gifts, it's ok. Here are some ideas for low-cost (or no-cost) presents.

Give of your time. Know someone who is busy or can't get out? Give them a hand made certificate for three trips to the grocery store, or a run to the vet. Call an old friend or family member you haven't spoken to in awhile and just listen. Look up community giving activities like food or coat giveaways and help advertise/promote them. Baking cookies? Drop some of those off at your nearest animal shelter - those workers are never appreciated enough!

Give a subscription - and set it up! This is especially helpful for those of us who are not technically savvy. Maybe a grandparent wants to see the grandbaby on zoom but can't get the account set up. Have it ready to go with a year's membership. Know a gardener? Get an annual subscription to Gardeners' World. For those who struggle getting out, pay for a year's membership to Instacart so they can get groceries or even prescriptions delivered without a fee!

What about those last minute people or groups like your work team? Make a one-time donation to your favorite charity (no amount is too small) from the department or all your neighbors. Have a stack of cards which say inside "A holiday donation has been made to..." This advertises and gives to the charity while doubling as a gift. Win - win! 

Lastly, if you are struggling physically, emotionally or financially, give yourself permission to let gifts go this year. There will be other opportunities. Take care of yourself. Believe in yourself. At a time when we are all worried and may feel alone, you are not alone. Below are a few sites I found helpful for coping through the holidays. If you have a great link or gift suggestion, please add it to the comments below. Stay safe and healthy!

Grief.com — – Grief & The Holidays

Stress, depression and the holidays: Tips for coping - Mayo Clinic

October is a great month. It is the beginning of fall, my birthday month and Breast Cancer Awareness (Get those puppies checked!). It is also Dog Rescue Month. We could all use a little positivity right now, so I am going to share pictures and info on my rescue dogs, past and present. Here is the most important thing though - I want you all to respond with your own rescue dog pics. Drop a photo and share a few lines about your favorite rescue dog so we can all smile.

Hope was one of my first rescues. Bossy and head of the house, I never met a dog so fearless. 

Angel may look like a Lab but she was meant to be an adult Chihuahua or Terrier. I had gone to the shelter and asked for a small dog. Of course I brought Hope with me. She was having none of it and turned down every dog the technician brought us. As we were leaving, a Lab puppy waddle/rolled past us. Hope jumped on her (literally) and they became fast friends. My sweet girl loved the whole world but was terrified of storms. I am reassured to know she is now rolling around in a place where there is only sunshine.

Annabelle was my con artist. She was being placed in a crate at the shelter as I walked by. The attendant said she had been returned to them twice because of her cough. As I looked at her she let out a little *cough* and looked pitiful. Of course, once we got home she never coughed again. She was also my hunter. She could corner a mouse, bug or tiny snake faster than anyone before or since!

Baby had a horrible start to her life and is still (nine years later) afraid of strangers and loud noises. A snuggle-bug, she sleeps next to me and snores like a forty-year smoker with sleep apnea.

Tiger was with me for too short a time. A ruptured diaphragmatic hernia surprised us both and I still miss him. He was my first "pocket" dog and just wanted to be in a purse or pocket all the time.

Foster came from a hoarding situation and was the funniest and grumpiest old man I ever met. He loved me but bit almost everyone else. Luckily he had no teeth so couldn't hurt anyone. When I brought him home he instantly fell in love with Baby and always kept her within sight.

I called the shelter after Tiger died and asked about a small dog. They said they had a new arrival but "she wasn't very attractive." I laughed and knew she belonged with me, sight unseen. The bossiest of the group, she tells us all when it is time to eat or sleep.

Jack and Jill came to me from a criminal case and I don't share their early photos. They are inseparable but very different. Jill has vision and memory issues but loves the whole world (including snakes and wasps). Jack is the protector of everyone, but no one more so than his sister. He is the jokester and will do anything to make me laugh.

And finally we have Blanche. At 16, someone decided they couldn't care for her anymore and dropped her at an Alabama shelter. A little medical care and a flea bath later and she is part of the pack. Her cataracts don't slow her down and she knows the layout of the house better than I do. Each morning she wakes up and does a little jiggle-dance, reminding me to appreciate the day! As I end this list, remember to post a photo of your own!