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    at home
  • An informal party in a person's home

  • A period when a person has announced that they will receive visitors in their home

  • a reception held in your own home

  • on the home team's field; "they played at home last night"

  • at, to, or toward the place where you reside; "he worked at home"





    clean
  • free from dirt or impurities; or having clean habits; "children with clean shining faces"; "clean white shirts"; "clean dishes"; "a spotlessly clean house"; "cats are clean animals"

  • clean and jerk: a weightlift in which the barbell is lifted to shoulder height and then jerked overhead

  • Make (something or someone) free of dirt, marks, or mess, esp. by washing, wiping, or brushing

  • make clean by removing dirt, filth, or unwanted substances from; "Clean the stove!"; "The dentist cleaned my teeth"

  • Remove the innards of (fish or poultry) prior to cooking





    teeth
  • Each of a set of hard, bony enamel-coated structures in the jaws of most vertebrates, used for biting and chewing

  • An appetite or liking for a particular thing

  • (tooth) hard bonelike structures in the jaws of vertebrates; used for biting and chewing or for attack and defense

  • A similar hard, pointed structure in invertebrate animals, typically functioning in the mechanical breakdown of food

  • (tooth) something resembling the tooth of an animal

  • dentition: the kind and number and arrangement of teeth (collectively) in a person or animal











Those were the Days




Those were the Days





Dedication to Sanshiro on his passing away on 6 Aug 2007 (sorry for quite personal issue)

He didn't want to leave and I didn't want to let him go, so we were fighting his death together. I know he loves me but still I underestimate his love he showed when he was sick.

At the first day of being sick, he didn't allow anyone to be close, he bited but he allowed me to touch. I took him to clinic and left him there till evening I came to pick him up as I think it would be better for him to stay in clinic. But he didn't like it at all. He talked very, very long at the moment I was about to leave clinic. I never hear his talk before. The doctor said he may complain about his pain.

Every evening when I picked him up he looked so bad like wilting vegetables but at night at home he was better. At night I talked to him, cleaned him with wet clothes, he looked so comfort and slept. I put him in a box but he climbed out, several times till I gave up. Not only moving out from box but he moved his body pulling the saline tube till the end just to turn his face to the direction I was sitting at computer desk. Then I understood why he climbed out of very big box even though he had no energy. He wanted to see me every remaining moment he had.

So I decided to sleep on ground near him and I knew he like music. When we were together in the car he was so naughty but if I turned on music he will listen, had a long and deep sigh and sleep happily. So that night we listened to classic music together. He woke up again when music stopped and I forgot how to set repeating play of CD. So I woke up and replayed music again and again so that he could sleep well with less pain. It's so sweet night we spent together.. He was better, could walk in the morning. That gave me hope.

In the morning I took him to clinic and went to work but I was 5 minutes late to pick him up one evening so the clinic was closed. He stayed there whole day and night without me. Next morning I went to pick him up and I could not help crying so much. His body was shaking all the times and he looked terribly worse. I called him several times, as he heard my voice he was shaking less and looked calmer. I felt so bad leaving him so long time, alone in the dark whole night without mental support.

In spite of his worse condition, still being together with me at night till morning he could walk again. It's like cycle, at night and morning at home he was able to walk but at day till evening at clinic he looked seriously sick.

I decided not to go to the beach for farewell party of my colleague though I spent 4000 Baht for that trip just to be with him till the last moment.

The last day I took him to clinic and he talked so long again. Maybe he said dont leave him there. I thought I would take him in a box to my office to be together but finally I left him at clinic in case of emergency he would be cured. That's my wrong decision and I failed to fulfill his last desire to be with me at last moment.

When I came to pick him up, he was gone already few minutes before. He died while he was fighting angrily with people at clinic not allowing them to touch him. I was shocked and no words I could say. I saw him walk in the morning and picked up his deasd body in evening.

Normally, we Thai people bury dead pets but for Sanshiro I want to have him with me even only small parts of him, so a little cremation my niece and I did at night..I did it with tears like river. I kept every dust of his ash in flower bucket and kept his bones, even small pieces like small teeth, in glass box.

I am not an easily crying type of person but for him, I cried so a lot, I cried for weeks and ate less remembering how hard he tried eaqch day he fought tyo to live further with me. It was about 2 weeks or more, my niece and I both were dizzy and looked like low blood pressure, I started to realize that we should let this sadness go. So I made life back to common. That's for my niece to go on happily.

I still see him everyday on computer screen and his photos showing up everyday as Flickrs see his photo everyday. The photo showing tender love and care between him and his mother-like dog is always the one of the most viewd and faved in my photostream.

His love shows me that it's not only love or loyalty as I feed him but it's greater love than that.. and the 5 days of his sickness I really realise that pet has sensational feeling with owner. Love could cure within a night as he showed to me 4 nights we were fighting with his death togther. He stood and walked up again and again.

He was homeless cat left alone at the beach at very young age, I found him so thin and hungry at beach. He was so small on my palm, so I took him home with me. He dedicated his life and love to me since then. I took so many photos of him. He was photogenic and gave me still pose even long time. I'm glad I have many of his photos now for memorty and to share with you.

I miss him and wish him











Les âges de mon innocence - when we were very young




Les âges de mon innocence - when we were very young





J’ai enleve les photos pour nettoyer le cadre. Comme certaines etaient sepia et d’autres n/b, j’ai change le tout en sepia

1) photo studio de bebe obligatoire, cheveux enroules en haut de la tete
2) encore en studio, avec un jouet fabrique par notre voisine, Mrs Farmer. Un chien me l’a vole et je ne l’ai jamais revu. Apres cette coiffure au ruban, j’ai eu des « anglaises » (une torture, la nuit) puis des nattes qui se rejoignaient sur le haut de la tete
3) premiere photo d’ecole, cheveux courts et fins
4) une expression que je porte encore, parfois. Le pull etait jaune et gris.
5) J’ai subi une permanente, infligee par une tante en visite
6) les couettes. Une robe faite maison. Quand mon petit-fils a vu la photo, il m’a dit : mamie, quand tu etais comme ca j’etais amoureux de toi »
7) queue de cheval tres serieux, photo d’ecole
8) Apres la coiffure lisse comme Emma Peel et la choucroute Helen Shapiro (ou Bardot si vous voulez), ma mere pensait que je devrais faire couper les cheveux avant d’aller au college
9) je fais de la couture dans la maison de mes parents, photo prise par un visiteur polonais, Mr Krohn
10) je travaillais dans un pub, et le chef aimait bien faire de la photo. Je lui ai servi de modele, j’ai donne la photo a mon copain et il a ecrit au dos « Recue le 21.1.1967, rendue le 21.1.1968 » (quelques semaines apres notre brouille)


the frame needed cleaning so I took all the photos out. Some are sepia, some b/w, so I changed the whole photo to sepia.
1) studio photo, hair in a roll on top of head
2) another studio photo, indeterminate hairstyle. I remember the toy, it was made by our neighbour, Mrs Farmer. I was sitting outside on the lawn playing with it, when the Vaughan's dog came and snatched it - we went running after it but never found the toy again. One of my earliest memories. Afer this I had ringlets, then plaits brought forward and tied on top with a ribbon.
3) First school photo, short and wispy
4) I still have this dopy expression, sometimes. I remember the sweater, yellow and grey stripes.
5) Unfortunate home perm, inflicted upon me by a well-meaning aunt.
6) Bunches. And navy-dotted dress made by my mother. My grandson (aged 4) looked at this and said, "Granny, when you looked like that I was in love with you." Bless him.
7) Scraped back into pony tail. Very serious. School photo.
8) After the Emma Peel smooth but flipped up all round the edge and the Helen Shapiro bouffant hairdos, and a few years with braces on my teeth, I had my hair cut short before going to college (photo by Forrest Wompra studio in Middlesbrough).
9) Dressmaking in parents' breakfast room. Photo taken by Polish lodger, Mr Krohn.
10) A not-very-good-quality proof saved from my short-lived modelling days. I gave it to my boyfriend and he wrote on the back Received 21/1/1967; Returned 21/1/1968 (which was a few weeks after we had broken up).









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