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Test Audio for Our Volunteeers

Posted on April 10, 2021April 16, 2021 by D. L. Keur

A Jessica Anderson K-9 Mystery, Book 1, by D. L. Keur Like I posted on FB, We need some Guinea Pigs …er …volunteers to test Ch1 of my audio book compressed to MP3. We left it full, rather than chopping out the bottom, and what I need is for you to try it on whatever device you usually listen on (phone, computer, mp3 player, etc.) then report back telling us what device you used, whether you used onboard speakers, good quality speakers, etc., PLUS a report on how it SOUNDED on your device.

Usually, the ACX specs (and, no, I will not be putting this on Audible, EVER), has the whole bass end cut back, so only the mid-range and treble are pretty much left, making the sound bright and sharp. My husband (and I agree with him) would like to keep it more natural. So, without further ado, here is a link to the page where you can either listen to it right on the interface or download the .zip file and listen to it (after unzipping it, of course) on whatever you choose.

And a HUGE thank you. We need to see if our treatment works or we, in fact, will have to cut the low mid-range and bass out.

(Put your results in the comments ~~here or~~ on FB here.)

Chapter 1, 9-1-1 Call – 441-16.ZIP

Demonstrating My Point

Posted on February 25, 2021June 29, 2024 by D. L. Keur

I read a very good report by a professional journalist published on a known-to-be-liberal, even progressively liberal, website tonight. The journalist himself is known for his progressive perspective, but his effort was to cultivate dialogue between sides, and it was very well executed in both the real world and in print. Since I have a foot in canoes within both political streams (but not exTREMES), which makes me, in fact, part of the majority, I took the time and made the effort to acknowledge this journalist’s efforts.

Enter the intolerant mob.

Within minutes, my post of appreciation brought out demonstrations of the exact attitude of the intolerant, raving extremes, in this case (but hardly singular to their side) the rabid liberal fascists. (Had I posted said same on a right-slanted website, I can guarantee that the rabid reactionary fascists would have done likewise.) Those reactions gave me a chuckle, because, in their rabid, frenzied responses to my congratulatory post, the commentators demonstrated, not just their ignorance and stupidity, but their complete descent into totalitarian fascist attitudes toward those who they perceive aren’t firmly entrenched ‘on their team’. Most notable …and saddest, in my opinion, was their exhibition of their own bigotry. They demonstrated perfectly my point.

No Cell Reception Suddenly.

Posted on February 11, 2021 by D. L. Keur

So two weeks ago, cell reception died here for both me and my flip phone (I don’t want a computer in my pocket, thanks) and for my husband’s fancy smartphone. Wound up having to spend hours on the landline with Verizon tech support which kept bumping me up to the next level, then the next one after that. And they wound up putting in a trouble ticket …which netted us lots of text messages until those stopped coming in, too. Now, Forrest’s smartphone does suddenly have reception, again, but me? Nope. Not unless I walk or drive down to the highway. Then it has all sorts of connection. So, that’s where we sit. You want to contact me? It’s all email now until somebody figures out the problem …which, knowing how things go here, probably means next century.

Bird Washing Day

Posted on February 7, 2021October 31, 2022 by D. L. Keur

I have some birds. All of them are re-homed here because of various health circumstances and special needs. …Like Whacky Bird, who quite literally faints at the mere suggestion of a changed routine. And there’s Dumpling who managed to break his wingtip off and almost bled to death when his owner let him out to play. Since the break left a shattered bone end and the vet had to pull some magic out of her arsenal to save him, the bird was re-homed with me because he needs special care and caging.

Oldest of them all, weighing in at 26 years of age, is Regal, a magnificent, slightly odd looking critter because he suffers a condition I call Bad Cage Disease, his early years being spent in a cage whose bars were made of zinc, not plastic coated steel. Regal has nerve damage in one foot and a ring of missing feathers around his neck, all permanent problems. He needs special supplements …which he loves, thank you very much. But, because of the nerve damage in his leg, he can’t perch up high. He’s now, basically, a ground bird, except for daily cage cleaning where he jumps up, one footed to a low perch that’s barely off the cage floor. The fact that he’s supposed to be a perching bird, not a chicken whose feathers (except for the roosters, of course) are designed to stay above the detritus, makes him prone to, (a) getting his feet covered in doo, and, (b) miring his long tail feathers and wing tips, this all despite his special bird bath which he uses daily.

So we have “bird washing day” around here where I get him on my hand, take him to the bathroom, run some warm water, and proceed to, well, wash the bird. Then comes clipping his toenails if they need it and whacking off any tail and wing feathers that are too long to stay off the cage floor. He doesn’t mind any of it, at all. In fact, he revels in it.

Whacky Bird, of course, thinks this is all sorts of trauma, and, usually, when I come back from the bathroom with Regal, I’ll find her either panting like a tired locomotive, still conscious, but unable to move, or she’ll be crashed out, unconscious, on the cage floor. (She comes to after about five minutes, and, once Regal is safely back and she can see no damage has been done to her pal, she recovers to her normal, rather obnoxious self.) Dumpling, on the other hand, will make all sorts of sympathetic noises once Regal is returned to his cage …which, Regal, being quite proud of his coiffure and freshly bathed splendor, pointedly ignores as he preens and struts.

So, there you have it. Bird Washing Day at Dawn’s North Idaho bird retirement home.

bird bathing