Sorry to be so lazy, but that’s what I am. I don’t see how it could be meaningful.
I fear I’m participating in a hoax….
I think somebody somewhere is laughing out loud at my effort. No, I guess not!
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So touching and brave not to run from your feelings. I so wish I had followed you example with all of my pets. I can’t help thinking a magszine devoted to pets would love to have this post.
First of all, I apologize for not posting sooner. Life kind of got away from me. I have been down with a cold turned bronchitis and spending time with Violet. Also, this has been a very difficult and emotional piece to write.
Last Saturday we took Violet to the vet. She had a lump in her throat that seemed to be growing, was not eating and had other symptoms that concerned us.
We were quite worried on the half hour drive to the vet. Violet is 13 years old and has several health conditions. We know she won’t live forever, but we also want to make sure she isn’t suffering.
The appointment showed that all of her lymph nodes are swollen and sore. The vet alluded to the fact this is not good and may very well be cancer. He took some samples and on Monday called to say that…
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Do you realize what a truly great writer you are? You accomplish a lot with your blog but I can’t help wondering what would be possible with a larger audience, say a book audience. Your words ring true, because they re true. Thank you for caring about others.
Great attitude and I see it’s working! Congratulations on the wisdom. I’m re-blogging
(Waiting for moderation)
This summer I spent some time considering a move to Des Moines, but after talking to a realtor (what was I thinking?) and finding out how impenetrable the subsidized housing process is there, I changed my mind. Instead I opted to work at making Marshalltown my Home.
I grew up here and have been back for ten years, but I never really thought of it as home. Growing up on a farm, “town” was a place to get groceries, a place the school bus dropped me off and picked me up. After going through electroshock, losing my job, my home, and my husband coming back to Marshalltown mentally ill was a personal failure and a punishment.
I left Minneapolis with its liberal politics, diversity of culture and a townhouse I loved for a conservative rural backwater where I lived in my friends’ spare room with a curtain for a door…
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Bill Phillis, watchdog extraordinaire for Ohio, reports that the state of Ohio has allowed the Electronic Classroom of Tomorrow (ECOT) to use public money in its public relations blitz to avoid accountability for inflation of enrollment and the state’s efforts to claw back more than $60 million. ECOT is notable for having the lowest graduation rate of any high school in the nation, as well as dubious quality standards. Its founder is a major contributor to elected officials. In return, he has collected many millions of dollars of profit.
Bill Phillis writes:
“ECOT has spent $33 million on ads, lobbyists, profits and lawsuits
since January 2016
“According to a September 3 Columbus Dispatch article, ECOT has spent $33 million on TV ads, lobbyists, lawsuits and William Lager’s for-profit companies since January 2016, all in pursuit of gaining state approval to continue to count students that are not participating.
“Over 400…
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God made Adam out of the dust,
But thought it best to make me first.
So I was made before the man,
according to God’s Holy plan.
My whole body God made complete,
without arms, or hands or feet.
My ways and acts did God control,
but in my body He placed no soul.
A living being I became,
and Adam gave to me a name.
Then from his presence I withdrew,
for this man Adam I never knew.
All my Master’s laws I do obey,
and from these laws I never sray.
Thousands of me go in fear,
but seldom on the earth appear.
Later, for a purpose God did see,
He placed a living soul in me.
But that soul f mne God had to claim,
and from me took it back again.
But when from me this soul had fled,
I was the same as when first made.
Without arms, legs, feet, or soul,
I travel on from pole to pole.
My labors are from day to night,
and to men I once furnished light.
Thousands of people, both yung and old
did by my death bright lihts behold.
No right or wrong can I conceive;
the Bible and its teachings I can’t believe.
The fear of death doesn’t trouble me;
pure happiness I will never see.
And up in Heaven I can never go,
nor in the grave nor hell below.
So get your Bible and read with care;
you’ll find my name recorded there.
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This puzzle was written by a lady in California in 1890 in response to a gentleman in Philadelphia, who said that he would pay $1,000 to anyone who could write a puzzle that he could not solve. He failed to do so, and paid the lady $1,000…
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An honest woman!
That face you make when eating your first roasted brussels sprouts! OMG, I wanted to rinse my mouth out with bleach! THEY WERE HORRIBLE!
I just saw a photo of a 5-year old in a hospital bed, holding a new born. It was labeled “Youngest mother in the world.” I hope it wasn’t in one of those countries where rapists can escape punishment if they marry their victim.
Cogito Ergo Sum
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There is an old joke that if you are not depressed, you are simply not paying attention… and I submit that most of the time people are not paying attention, and that is how we keep finding ourselves here, over and over again.
Be that as it may, every morning the sun shines, the rain falls, and the tide goes in and out, the birds sing, and people help each other, and babies are born, and people fall in love. It is beyond doubt a beautiful world, and one well worth saving. I know that I made a conscious choice to come here, to see that this beautiful place becomes the garden it was meant to be, whether this means the human race lives here, or not. When I bring my attention to the beauty and sacredness of this Earth, and of every star and universe, I feel connected to it all, one grateful drop in an ocean of love. When I focus on human affairs, it is easy to become discouraged and depressed, so as often as I can, I return to my meditation practice and I get outside and feel the beauty. Music helps. Helping others helps too. We are all here together experiencing life, and we have a choice mainly whether we bring love, or fear, hope or despair, to ourselves and to others each day. So don’t feel bad about being depressed — it is a part of being conscious, just like joy. i find the best I can do is remember that the choice of what I put my attention on and my energy in is mine, in every moment.
So, fellow traveler, I hear you, and I send you a little light to start your day, and I thank you for all you have done in 72 years to bless this little planet, because everything counts… Mahalo nui loa — thank you!