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this has'nt been posted for a while I kinda thought it was time again It all started because of Sushi. She didn't have that name then, she didn't have a name at all. Just a feeder comet 8 for a buck at the local pet store. Bought her to feed to an albino Oscar named Ernie, who did have a name and also quite an appetite. Nothing was special about Sushi, except that Ernie didn't eat her like he did all the other comets. Perhaps Ernie wanted some company, since he was all alone in his tank, and suppressed his hunger to keep this not-so-special comet as a pet. Bigger and bigger grew Sushi over the next few seasons, so big that I worried that Ernie might change his mind about having her as a pet and kill her instead as a fair-sized rival. So to her own tank went Sushi, and a few other fish to keep her from being lonely as her former master. Sushi kept growing, and I moved her in turn to larger and larger tanks. By now she was starting to become a little bit special to me, having been with me so long, though I still had no urge to name a fish of such humble heritage. Not quite a pet, but still something to be cared for and watched for signs of hunger or distress. Something about Sushi kept calling to me at times, even though I had no idea what that call might be. Over the next few years, as Sushi continued to flourish with only a few sad days when her former master Ernie passed away, her calling to me grew stronger. She transformed into a robust and elegantly finned beauty, nothing like I had ever had in one of my tanks before. Too large, I thought. Too large to live in four glass walls in spite of all my rearranging to accommodate her as well as I could. And still she called to me, and still I felt her call but did not understand. A few months ago, while at a birthday party for my father at my childhood house, I went next door to give best wishes to an old neighbor. As we visited, he showed me some new exotic plants that he was growing in his backyard ponds. Ponds. Ponds. Ponds. As we approached the water, I saw lush hyacinths, lily pads, water iris and parrot's feather. I knew the names of none of these, but how I marveled at their vivid waxy green and delicate fronds. And then among the bulbous green boats and lacy sails I saw the fish. They came and crowded and begged to be fed with little 'O' mouths and jumped and writhed and wiggled and looked so alive and bright and. . . . happy. Happy? Happy goldfish? How absurd! But there it was in front of me in one bright orange and white and calico wriggling ball of delight. I marveled aloud as my neighbor stooped with a handful of food and dipped into the water and fed and fussed and petted. 'They love their pond,' he said with a beaming smile. Their pond. Their pond. Their pond. I have always had a great deal of pride on my tanks, and how well I attend to my scaly pets, but at that moment I felt a flush of shame. My fish didn't act like his, didn't act the way his did at all. Could they possibly be. . . . unhappy? Just as absurd, but again, right there in front of me. I thought of Sushi at that moment and pictured her in my mind. A pond. A pond. A pond. A pond? Now after patient years of calling out to me, I heard her! Now I understood! Now I knew what to do! The summer break from teaching school came a few weeks later, and then it began. Digging by day and reading at night. Learning, digging, learning, planning, learning, digging. Every shovel full was a little closer to the answer for my silently calling Sushi. And call she did....... A Pond, A Pond, A Pond. I hear you now, little fish, and I'm working as fast as I can. A few weeks later and 5 cubic yards of earth were missing, and in their place was one thousand gallons of water and sweat surrounded by 10,000 pounds of rock. Not yet time for Sushi, though, for first the plants and then the 8 for a buck cheapies to cycle and then to see if it all will work the way I have learned it must. And still she calls...... A Pond, A Pond, A Pond. A few weeks later it all looks good. Now. Net her, into the bowl of tank water, and then to float the bowl in the pond. And now, the moment of truth. In she goes! A look around, a little wiggle of the fins, a longer look around, a longer wiggle of the fins, and then a trip around the edge to explore her new and non-rectangular world. A few days later I noticed that she was pushing the hyacinths around and coming to the top and splashing with her fins like a porpoise. I asked the mailman if his did that. See, he had started stopping by and eating his lunch in my front yard when he had a little time on his route..... he has a pond. He said that his did that, too. I asked him if that meant that the fish was happy. He said he thought that's what it meant. Then, then I gave her a name. Sushi. Former Oscar food promoted to Oscar pet and gradually gliding into my heart so she could patiently, patiently call to me. She reached me. I did it. Happy fish. Tonight, though, tonight made me cry. Stupid, silly me, it's just a fish I tell myself but seeing what I saw her do I just couldn't help but weep from some strong emotion I just can't quite name. You see, today I put some lights around the edge of her pond, partly so I could see the fish at night, which I told my wife, and partly to keep me from accidentally kicking some of the larger rocks in the dark, which I didn't tell my wife. In the box with the path lights was a little spotlight, so I stuck it in the rocks by the ripple going into her pond and turned it so the light was on the water. As night came on I washed and ate and took a nap and then went back out to see the lights, and there she was. Staying right in the glow of that little spotlight she swam, and circled, and looped, and wriggled. I wondered that maybe she was hungry, so I tossed a few pellets on the water. No, not interested, not hungry. She just kept swimming, and circling, and looping, and wriggling, staying in the glow of that light -- then she called to me. Happy. Dancing. Happy. Dancing. Then I cried. In her pond, she dances at night. John Rutz spring is here but its wheels are stuck in the snow see my pond at: http://www.fuerjefe.com |
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John,
This is the first time I've read this! What a wonderful and delightful writing. You made my day, probably my weekend. Thanks for sharing. -- _______________________________________ "The difference between 'involvement' and 'commitment' is like an eggs-and-ham breakfast: The chicken was 'involved' - the pig was 'committed'." http://community.webshots.com/user/godwino "John Rutz" wrote in message ... this has'nt been posted for a while I kinda thought it was time again It all started because of Sushi. She didn't have that name then, she didn't have a name at all. Just a feeder comet 8 for a buck at the local pet store. Bought her to feed to an albino Oscar named Ernie, who did have a name and also quite an appetite. Nothing was special about Sushi, except that Ernie didn't eat her like he did all the other comets. Perhaps Ernie wanted some company, since he was all alone in his tank, and suppressed his hunger to keep this not-so-special comet as a pet. Bigger and bigger grew Sushi over the next few seasons, so big that I worried that Ernie might change his mind about having her as a pet and kill her instead as a fair-sized rival. So to her own tank went Sushi, and a few other fish to keep her from being lonely as her former master. Sushi kept growing, and I moved her in turn to larger and larger tanks. By now she was starting to become a little bit special to me, having been with me so long, though I still had no urge to name a fish of such humble heritage. Not quite a pet, but still something to be cared for and watched for signs of hunger or distress. Something about Sushi kept calling to me at times, even though I had no idea what that call might be. Over the next few years, as Sushi continued to flourish with only a few sad days when her former master Ernie passed away, her calling to me grew stronger. She transformed into a robust and elegantly finned beauty, nothing like I had ever had in one of my tanks before. Too large, I thought. Too large to live in four glass walls in spite of all my rearranging to accommodate her as well as I could. And still she called to me, and still I felt her call but did not understand. A few months ago, while at a birthday party for my father at my childhood house, I went next door to give best wishes to an old neighbor. As we visited, he showed me some new exotic plants that he was growing in his backyard ponds. Ponds. Ponds. Ponds. As we approached the water, I saw lush hyacinths, lily pads, water iris and parrot's feather. I knew the names of none of these, but how I marveled at their vivid waxy green and delicate fronds. And then among the bulbous green boats and lacy sails I saw the fish. They came and crowded and begged to be fed with little 'O' mouths and jumped and writhed and wiggled and looked so alive and bright and. . . . happy. Happy? Happy goldfish? How absurd! But there it was in front of me in one bright orange and white and calico wriggling ball of delight. I marveled aloud as my neighbor stooped with a handful of food and dipped into the water and fed and fussed and petted. 'They love their pond,' he said with a beaming smile. Their pond. Their pond. Their pond. I have always had a great deal of pride on my tanks, and how well I attend to my scaly pets, but at that moment I felt a flush of shame. My fish didn't act like his, didn't act the way his did at all. Could they possibly be. . . . unhappy? Just as absurd, but again, right there in front of me. I thought of Sushi at that moment and pictured her in my mind. A pond. A pond. A pond. A pond? Now after patient years of calling out to me, I heard her! Now I understood! Now I knew what to do! The summer break from teaching school came a few weeks later, and then it began. Digging by day and reading at night. Learning, digging, learning, planning, learning, digging. Every shovel full was a little closer to the answer for my silently calling Sushi. And call she did....... A Pond, A Pond, A Pond. I hear you now, little fish, and I'm working as fast as I can. A few weeks later and 5 cubic yards of earth were missing, and in their place was one thousand gallons of water and sweat surrounded by 10,000 pounds of rock. Not yet time for Sushi, though, for first the plants and then the 8 for a buck cheapies to cycle and then to see if it all will work the way I have learned it must. And still she calls...... A Pond, A Pond, A Pond. A few weeks later it all looks good. Now. Net her, into the bowl of tank water, and then to float the bowl in the pond. And now, the moment of truth. In she goes! A look around, a little wiggle of the fins, a longer look around, a longer wiggle of the fins, and then a trip around the edge to explore her new and non-rectangular world. A few days later I noticed that she was pushing the hyacinths around and coming to the top and splashing with her fins like a porpoise. I asked the mailman if his did that. See, he had started stopping by and eating his lunch in my front yard when he had a little time on his route..... he has a pond. He said that his did that, too. I asked him if that meant that the fish was happy. He said he thought that's what it meant. Then, then I gave her a name. Sushi. Former Oscar food promoted to Oscar pet and gradually gliding into my heart so she could patiently, patiently call to me. She reached me. I did it. Happy fish. Tonight, though, tonight made me cry. Stupid, silly me, it's just a fish I tell myself but seeing what I saw her do I just couldn't help but weep from some strong emotion I just can't quite name. You see, today I put some lights around the edge of her pond, partly so I could see the fish at night, which I told my wife, and partly to keep me from accidentally kicking some of the larger rocks in the dark, which I didn't tell my wife. In the box with the path lights was a little spotlight, so I stuck it in the rocks by the ripple going into her pond and turned it so the light was on the water. As night came on I washed and ate and took a nap and then went back out to see the lights, and there she was. Staying right in the glow of that little spotlight she swam, and circled, and looped, and wriggled. I wondered that maybe she was hungry, so I tossed a few pellets on the water. No, not interested, not hungry. She just kept swimming, and circling, and looping, and wriggling, staying in the glow of that light -- then she called to me. Happy. Dancing. Happy. Dancing. Then I cried. In her pond, she dances at night. John Rutz spring is here but its wheels are stuck in the snow see my pond at: http://www.fuerjefe.com |
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John ... thanks for the posting. We who enjoy this story owe
Banjo of Alabama ... What an author, eh? Anyone have his website? Nedra http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Pines/4836 http://community.webshots.com/user/nedra118 "John Rutz" wrote in message ... this has'nt been posted for a while I kinda thought it was time again It all started because of Sushi. She didn't have that name then, she didn't have a name at all. Just a feeder comet 8 for a buck at the local pet store. Bought her to feed to an albino Oscar named Ernie, who did have a name and also quite an appetite. Nothing was special about Sushi, except that Ernie didn't eat her like he did all the other comets. Perhaps Ernie wanted some company, since he was all alone in his tank, and suppressed his hunger to keep this not-so-special comet as a pet. Bigger and bigger grew Sushi over the next few seasons, so big that I worried that Ernie might change his mind about having her as a pet and kill her instead as a fair-sized rival. So to her own tank went Sushi, and a few other fish to keep her from being lonely as her former master. Sushi kept growing, and I moved her in turn to larger and larger tanks. By now she was starting to become a little bit special to me, having been with me so long, though I still had no urge to name a fish of such humble heritage. Not quite a pet, but still something to be cared for and watched for signs of hunger or distress. Something about Sushi kept calling to me at times, even though I had no idea what that call might be. Over the next few years, as Sushi continued to flourish with only a few sad days when her former master Ernie passed away, her calling to me grew stronger. She transformed into a robust and elegantly finned beauty, nothing like I had ever had in one of my tanks before. Too large, I thought. Too large to live in four glass walls in spite of all my rearranging to accommodate her as well as I could. And still she called to me, and still I felt her call but did not understand. A few months ago, while at a birthday party for my father at my childhood house, I went next door to give best wishes to an old neighbor. As we visited, he showed me some new exotic plants that he was growing in his backyard ponds. Ponds. Ponds. Ponds. As we approached the water, I saw lush hyacinths, lily pads, water iris and parrot's feather. I knew the names of none of these, but how I marveled at their vivid waxy green and delicate fronds. And then among the bulbous green boats and lacy sails I saw the fish. They came and crowded and begged to be fed with little 'O' mouths and jumped and writhed and wiggled and looked so alive and bright and. . . . happy. Happy? Happy goldfish? How absurd! But there it was in front of me in one bright orange and white and calico wriggling ball of delight. I marveled aloud as my neighbor stooped with a handful of food and dipped into the water and fed and fussed and petted. 'They love their pond,' he said with a beaming smile. Their pond. Their pond. Their pond. I have always had a great deal of pride on my tanks, and how well I attend to my scaly pets, but at that moment I felt a flush of shame. My fish didn't act like his, didn't act the way his did at all. Could they possibly be. . . . unhappy? Just as absurd, but again, right there in front of me. I thought of Sushi at that moment and pictured her in my mind. A pond. A pond. A pond. A pond? Now after patient years of calling out to me, I heard her! Now I understood! Now I knew what to do! The summer break from teaching school came a few weeks later, and then it began. Digging by day and reading at night. Learning, digging, learning, planning, learning, digging. Every shovel full was a little closer to the answer for my silently calling Sushi. And call she did....... A Pond, A Pond, A Pond. I hear you now, little fish, and I'm working as fast as I can. A few weeks later and 5 cubic yards of earth were missing, and in their place was one thousand gallons of water and sweat surrounded by 10,000 pounds of rock. Not yet time for Sushi, though, for first the plants and then the 8 for a buck cheapies to cycle and then to see if it all will work the way I have learned it must. And still she calls...... A Pond, A Pond, A Pond. A few weeks later it all looks good. Now. Net her, into the bowl of tank water, and then to float the bowl in the pond. And now, the moment of truth. In she goes! A look around, a little wiggle of the fins, a longer look around, a longer wiggle of the fins, and then a trip around the edge to explore her new and non-rectangular world. A few days later I noticed that she was pushing the hyacinths around and coming to the top and splashing with her fins like a porpoise. I asked the mailman if his did that. See, he had started stopping by and eating his lunch in my front yard when he had a little time on his route..... he has a pond. He said that his did that, too. I asked him if that meant that the fish was happy. He said he thought that's what it meant. Then, then I gave her a name. Sushi. Former Oscar food promoted to Oscar pet and gradually gliding into my heart so she could patiently, patiently call to me. She reached me. I did it. Happy fish. Tonight, though, tonight made me cry. Stupid, silly me, it's just a fish I tell myself but seeing what I saw her do I just couldn't help but weep from some strong emotion I just can't quite name. You see, today I put some lights around the edge of her pond, partly so I could see the fish at night, which I told my wife, and partly to keep me from accidentally kicking some of the larger rocks in the dark, which I didn't tell my wife. In the box with the path lights was a little spotlight, so I stuck it in the rocks by the ripple going into her pond and turned it so the light was on the water. As night came on I washed and ate and took a nap and then went back out to see the lights, and there she was. Staying right in the glow of that little spotlight she swam, and circled, and looped, and wriggled. I wondered that maybe she was hungry, so I tossed a few pellets on the water. No, not interested, not hungry. She just kept swimming, and circling, and looping, and wriggling, staying in the glow of that light -- then she called to me. Happy. Dancing. Happy. Dancing. Then I cried. In her pond, she dances at night. John Rutz spring is here but its wheels are stuck in the snow see my pond at: http://www.fuerjefe.com |
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Nedra wrote: John ... thanks for the posting. We who enjoy this story owe Banjo of Alabama ... What an author, eh? Anyone have his website? Nedra http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Pines/4836 http://community.webshots.com/user/nedra118 "John Rutz" wrote in message ... this has'nt been posted for a while I kinda thought it was time again Thanks Nedra I have added his name as Author to my copy John Rutz spring is here but its wheels are stuck in the snow see my pond at: http://www.fuerjefe.com |
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I don't know if you remember me. I haven't posted in a long time. I'd say
about 2 years ago I started and hung around religiously while I learned and built, and learned and rebuilt. And learned and rebuilt. :P I hung around throughout my pregnancy. I love my pond, and had dreams of my little girl with me out there, watching the fish and frogs, daydreaming, relaxing, playing. I gave birth that October, and my little girl passed away at 11 days old. I stopped posting, except for one here and there. Over the past year and a half since then, I've lost 4 pets, and in recent weeks miscarried my second little one. The most peaceful place I have found is beside my pond, watching my fish and frogs. I just wanted to say thank you so much for this story. I cried! It's so beautiful. Thanks John. -- Spectre |
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Sorry about your losses, john. Ponds do have a tranquility to them..seems to help. On Wed, 9 Apr 2003 23:05:47 -0400, "Spectre" wrote: I don't know if you remember me. I haven't posted in a long time. I'd say about 2 years ago I started and hung around religiously while I learned and built, and learned and rebuilt. And learned and rebuilt. :P I hung around throughout my pregnancy. I love my pond, and had dreams of my little girl with me out there, watching the fish and frogs, daydreaming, relaxing, playing. I gave birth that October, and my little girl passed away at 11 days old. I stopped posting, except for one here and there. Over the past year and a half since then, I've lost 4 pets, and in recent weeks miscarried my second little one. The most peaceful place I have found is beside my pond, watching my fish and frogs. I just wanted to say thank you so much for this story. I cried! It's so beautiful. Thanks John. |
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Spectre, I'm so sorry for your losses. I remember when you lost your little
girl, but didn't know about the others. I never know what to say at times like this, but keep the faith, Kid: sooner or later things WILL get better. It's nice that you have the pond to sit by: I realized how calming it can be during 9/11. May Peace and Joy find you . . . Lee "Spectre" wrote in message ... I don't know if you remember me. I haven't posted in a long time. I'd say about 2 years ago I started and hung around religiously while I learned and built, and learned and rebuilt. And learned and rebuilt. :P I hung around throughout my pregnancy. I love my pond, and had dreams of my little girl with me out there, watching the fish and frogs, daydreaming, relaxing, playing. I gave birth that October, and my little girl passed away at 11 days old. I stopped posting, except for one here and there. Over the past year and a half since then, I've lost 4 pets, and in recent weeks miscarried my second little one. The most peaceful place I have found is beside my pond, watching my fish and frogs. I just wanted to say thank you so much for this story. I cried! It's so beautiful. Thanks John. -- Spectre |
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Spectre wrote: I don't know if you remember me. I haven't posted in a long time. I'd say about 2 years ago I started and hung around religiously while I learned and built, and learned and rebuilt. And learned and rebuilt. :P I hung around throughout my pregnancy. I love my pond, and had dreams of my little girl with me out there, watching the fish and frogs, daydreaming, relaxing, playing. I gave birth that October, and my little girl passed away at 11 days old. I stopped posting, except for one here and there. Over the past year and a half since then, I've lost 4 pets, and in recent weeks miscarried my second little one. The most peaceful place I have found is beside my pond, watching my fish and frogs. I just wanted to say thank you so much for this story. I cried! It's so beautiful. Thanks John. -- Spectre your welcome we have missed you May you have a much better year ahead -- John Rutz the green is grassing the leaves are treeing I'm happy see my pond at: http://www.fuerjefe.com |
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Welcome back, Spectre. My condolences on your losses. I hope your pond
continues to give you peace and relaxation. Hang in there, and keep posting. I'm sure you have much to add to the group. -- Kathy, zookeeper (OR) 3500gal pond Spectre wrote: I don't know if you remember me. I haven't posted in a long time. I'd say about 2 years ago I started and hung around religiously while I learned and built, and learned and rebuilt. And learned and rebuilt. :P I hung around throughout my pregnancy. I love my pond, and had dreams of my little girl with me out there, watching the fish and frogs, daydreaming, relaxing, playing. I gave birth that October, and my little girl passed away at 11 days old. I stopped posting, except for one here and there. Over the past year and a half since then, I've lost 4 pets, and in recent weeks miscarried my second little one. The most peaceful place I have found is beside my pond, watching my fish and frogs. I just wanted to say thank you so much for this story. I cried! It's so beautiful. Thanks John. -- Spectre |
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Spectre, so sorry to hear about your losses. May you have a better year
ahead and to come. ~ jan On Wed, 9 Apr 2003 23:05:47 -0400, "Spectre" wrote: I don't know if you remember me. I haven't posted in a long time. I'd say about 2 years ago I started and hung around religiously while I learned and built, and learned and rebuilt. And learned and rebuilt. :P I hung around throughout my pregnancy. I love my pond, and had dreams of my little girl with me out there, watching the fish and frogs, daydreaming, relaxing, playing. I gave birth that October, and my little girl passed away at 11 days old. I stopped posting, except for one here and there. Over the past year and a half since then, I've lost 4 pets, and in recent weeks miscarried my second little one. The most peaceful place I have found is beside my pond, watching my fish and frogs. I just wanted to say thank you so much for this story. I cried! It's so beautiful. Thanks John. See my ponds and filter design: http://users.owt.com/jjspond/ ~Keep 'em Wet!~ Tri-Cities WA Zone 7a To e-mail see website -----------== Posted via Newsfeed.Com - Uncensored Usenet News ==---------- http://www.newsfeed.com The #1 Newsgroup Service in the World! -----= Over 100,000 Newsgroups - Unlimited Fast Downloads - 19 Servers =----- |
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