Category: Bear

Indoor Leaf Blowing

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There is no carpet in my house. All my floors are either hardwood or tile. I have a Great Pyrenees – a giant fluffy dog whose hair collects pine needles, leaves, and various other detritus from the yard, then deposits it all on the floor once he comes inside. And of course, there’s the hair itself – shedding. For these reasons, I make it a point to sweep the entire house (with a broom) once a week. Recently, I bought an electric leaf blower. It’s a low-end model, so it’s not very powerful. So…today I tried using the leaf blower for my weekly house sweeping!

The results were not as I had hoped. But they were also not as I had feared. I had been afraid I might end up blowing a bunch of papers off desks and tables, or that garbage might get blown out of the bins. None of that happened. What I had hoped for was to “push” a pile of leaves and dog hair to the front door and blow it out of the house. Instead, the dog hair and leaves AND a copious amount of dust went airborne. With the exception of a few larger objects (twigs and pine cones), the hair and detritus refused to be corralled. On the plus side, I was able to easily get dust/hair bunnies out of some normally-hard-to-reach places. And I made it through the whole house in much less time than it usually takes with a broom. But I’m going back to the broom next week.

Florida Trip Report (Day 1)

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I need to find a way to skip the first day of vacations. That first day, often consisting of nothing but transportation, can be overwhelming. This one certainly felt that way. The day started like any other day – meaning that I woke up way too early. So I was ready to go, well before I needed to go. I dropped off my dog (Bear) with friends. He always has a good time there, but he also doesn’t like being without me. I tried to explain how long I would be gone, and why he couldn’t come with me, but Bear didn’t seem to understand. He just understood that I was leaving him. So I headed to the airport feeling a little sad that I had made Bear sad.

My flight was on Spirit Airlines, which I have never flown before. From what I had heard about this airline, and based on how cheap the ticket was, I was prepared for the worst. What I experienced was not the worst. But it wasn’t great, either. Let’s back up a step first: what does the phrase “check in” mean to you? Because to me, you check in when you arrive somewhere, to let them know you are “in” the facility. So this concept of checking in via the web, a full day before your flight, just doesn’t make sense to me. BUT, Spirit charges you an extra ten bucks if you wait until you arrive, so I went ahead and checked in online the day before. When I did so, I was given a choice: print the boarding pass on my own printer, or have the boarding pass emailed to me. I chose both. Neither worked, but at least it acknowledged the fact that I had checked in, so no ten dollar fee for me. When I arrived at Charlotte Douglas International Airport, I was able to print my boarding pass at a Spirit Airlines kiosk with no problems. So now…time to contend with the TSA.

I normally don’t mind going through the airport security checkpoints. That’s not to say that I actually find them to be effective or necessary. The fact is, it’s a screening process, and I’m a Process Guy. But there’s one thing that bothers me about it: without fail, every time I take off my shoes for a TSA security checkpoint, at least one shoelace ends up in a knot that I can’t untie. EVERY time! And it’s the ONLY time! It never happens when I take ’em off at home, just when I’m trying to get through the lines at a TSA checkpoint. So I’m trying to get this knot undone while also trying to empty my pockets, when I notice there’s something heavy and unexpected in one of my coat pockets. Oh. Yeah. I put Bear’s leash in my coat pocket when I dropped him off. We’re talking about a five-foot length of heavy, metal chain. As I placed it in the bin, I felt sure they’d see this chain as a potential weapon. I was about to initiate a conversation with the nearest TSA agent, to try to explain why I would bring such a thing onto an aircraft, when I noticed she was already looking over the items in my bin. She pushed the bin into the X-ray machine without saying a thing…so I didn’t say a thing. The agent screening the X-rays also didn’t say a thing…so neither did I.

Back to Spirit Airlines. The plane for my flight was an Airbus A320, but these were definitely not the type of seats I’m used to seeing on Airbussessess. These seats do not recline at all, have an ineffective system of bungee cords in place of the seat back pocket, and have comically tiny tray tables. Despite the inability to recline, I managed to sleep off and on through the whole flight. Beverages are another thing that cost extra on Spirit, and I was a little afraid of putting an open container of liquid onto that ridiculous tray table, so I went without. By the time we landed in Orlando, my throat was feeling pretty dry and it was getting close to time for my next round of meds. But I pushed on through baggage claim and the car rental counter, thinking I’d stop and pick up a drink at the first convenience store I encountered when I hit the road. This was a bad idea.

Almost as soon as I left the airport, I was on a tollway. And it seemed like every exit from this tollway was either a freeway or another tollway – there seemed to be nowhere to just pull off and try to find something to drink. Then I hit the wall of unmoving traffic. And I mean unmoving. This was not “stop and go” traffic, it was seriously NOT MOVING. By the time it started moving again and I found a convenience store, my meds were overdue by nearly two hours – which is pretty significant seeing as how I normally take these meds every three hours. So between feeling fairly crappy from lack o’ meds and being agitated by Florida drivers, by the time I reached my hotel, I was more than ready to call it a day. For my next trip, I’m using a teleporter.

Urinary Urgency

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I formally start each day by turning on the local television news. I say “formally start” because quite often, I’ve already been awake for a few hours, lounging around, hoping to get back to sleep. But on January 4th, I actually managed to sleep until a little past 6 AM, so I turned on the news as soon as I got to the living room. The first thing I saw was coverage of a storm that had dumped several inches of snow in Boone, North Carolina.

As most of my readers already know, I have a young Great Pyrenees dog. Or horse. I’m going to have the vet run a DNS test to determine his actual species. This animal is named Bear, which just adds to the species confusion. Being a Great Pyrenees, his coat is VERY soft, fluffy, and thick. So it should come as no surprise that, almost from day one, he has demonstrated a preference for cold weather. But we don’t get much wintry weather here in the Charlotte metropolitan area. It had even occurred to me that Bear might go his whole life without experiencing more than just a dusting of snow. I therefore had long since decided to take Bear to the mountains at some point this winter, to make sure he gets to play in snow at least once. Thus, the morning news served as a call to action!

I knew that I wanted to be able to let Bear romp around unleashed, so I did some Googlin’ for dog parks in the area. I settled on one in the town of Beech Mountain, about a three-hour drive from home. I had never been to Beech Mountain, and it seems the GPS app on my phone had never been there either, as it was apparently making up the directions on the fly. I found myself on narrow, tortuous mountain roads that were littered with recently fallen tree branches, and water from the melting snow was streaming all over these roads. Knowing that all that water would likely turn to ice as the temperature fell, I decided before we had even arrived that we had to leave Beech Mountain before sunset.

OK, we arrived at the dog park, where the snow had drifted a little, so it was as much as a foot deep in a couple places. While he had fun playing with a 5-month old Huskie mix who was also experiencing his first snow, Bear didn’t seem impressed/enthused about the snow, but he didn’t dislike it either. He pretty much acted like it was the normal ground cover…which I suppose is what I should have expected from his breed. Once Bear seemed to have tired himself out, we headed for home, with plenty of daylight left.

At this point, my GPS app finally figured out where it was. The voyage home consisted almost entirely of actual (and dry) highways. It completely avoided all the little mountain roads that I had been concerned about. In fact, the drive was actually pretty boring…to the point where I was getting a bit sleepy. I had brought a few cans of Mountain Dew with me in case of this eventuality, so I started sucking down the green caffeine. I had probably consumed two twelve-ounce cans by the time we got to Morganton, and I felt like it would be smart to visit a toilet while passing through town. I stopped at the next gas station, but their one and only toilet was out of order. No problem, I thought, I’ll just drive a couple more blocks and find another urine-worthy establishment.

Then, when I had driven less than a block, it happened: Urinary Urgency (the Big Double-U) struck with lightning speed and at full force. In an instant, I went from feeling like I should probably go potty, to feeling as though Lake Ontario was trying to burst outta me. I clamped down as hard as I could, and for as long as I could. Unfortunately, the next few blocks were entirely residential, and traffic had become surprisingly heavy. Before I could find a place to go, I reached the point where I could hold it no longer. I tried to let just a little bit leak out, hoping to buy a little more time, but I found that the floodgate had only two positions: Open or Closed; there was no in-between. And once the floodgate was open, it would not close until the bladder was completely empty. So there I was, still two hours from home, my jeans and my driver seat absolutely sopping wet. And I learned something: heated seats should not be turned on while soaked with urine. The seat cushion started making a repeated clicking sound, and with each click, my butt received a mild electric jolt. So I turned that heat off in a hurry.

Now you may be saying to yourself, “But Cedric, why would a grown man publicly blog about peeing his pants?” And if you are talking to yourself…and calling yourself Cedric…then you may be in serious need of psychological help. Believe me! I call myself Cedric, and I am in serious need of psychological help. But seriously folks, this is a Parkinson’s / travel blog. Most people don’t know it, but urinary urgency (bladder control issues, incontinence, call it what you want) is one of the many potential effects of Parkinson’s Disease, and it most certainly makes travel more challenging.

The most obvious way to face this challenge is the good ol’ adult diaper. When I started experiencing urinary issues a few years ago, I went ahead and bought some adult diapers, but I only wear them on occasions when I feel there’s a good possibility of not being able to get to a toilet (such as on a flight). Thus far, I’ve never actually “used” one. This is largely due to mannitol. I have found that, for me, taking about a teaspoon of mannitol a few times a day prevents urinary issues. The problem is that mannitol is a fine white powder, and I’m concerned about what might happen if I get stopped by police when I’m traveling with a fine white powder. I don’t need to spend a night in jail while the cops try to determine whether I’m carryin’ cocaine or anthrax. Or flour to make pot brownies.

Lodging With a Barker

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This past Saturday was Moving Day NC Triangle – an annual Parkinson’s charity fundraising event in Raleigh. As usual, I added another east Carolina activity to make the trip that much more worthwhile. But unlike previous years, I now have Bear. When we’re at home, Bear is a serious barker. Any human or dog that walks by the house gets a good talking-to. But when I take him to dog parks, stores, friends’ homes, etc., he doesn’t have these barking fits. In other words, Bear seems to be barking to defend his “den”. This has led me to wonder…would Bear consider a hotel room to be his den? I certainly can’t take him to a hotel or an RV park if he’s going to launch into a tirade every time some one walks by. So for this trip, I went the Airbnb route, and found us a cottage in Carolina Beach.

On the night we arrived, Bear seemed quite agitated and confused. In fact, I may have gotten more sleep than he did overnight, as he was still fidgeting and whimpering as I fell asleep. I slept better than expected, but still woke up at 3 AM after five hours of sleep. I turned on the TV and started watching nature shows, and eventually got a little more sleep on the couch (and more importantly, came to realize that sometimes when I feel half asleep, I’m actually asleep). By 8:30 AM, Bear was looking out the front window, barking at passersby as if he owned the place. So, yeah. No hotels for Bear.