True to life…
Yep. The B word.
I gave 6 dogs a bath yesterday. I should give yoga-while-dog-washing classes. I sit on the edge of the tub with one leg outstretched so the poor over-loved dog can’t escape. He tries to duck under my leg. I wrap an arm around his back and start washing the legs on the other side of his body. It looks something like this…
…except the arm isn’t up in the air, it’s over a dog, and the leg is stuck out straight. Okay! I couldn’t find the exact pose. That’s why it’s called yoga-while-dog-washing.
This is what a put-upon 68 pound dog with 1st world problems looks like.
Oh the horror of it all! To be immersed in water and forced to watch half a yard worth of hard-earned dirt go down the drain.
To make matters worse, cats don’t get baths, they do that to…
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Alhough I’m not “religious,” I found this post very touching. Think I’ll reblog to share. Unpretentious.
Written May 23, 2017 after reading the headlines about the Manchester Arena victims
Dear Big B, Ms M, Lil B, Dix, and Little K:
I am sorry you have inherited the world in its current condition. Let me be clear, I realize I am not nor can I accept personal responsibility for the state of affairs of your world. This has been generation upon generation in the making. However, I do feel some amount of anxiety when I think of your tender hearts learning how to survive and navigate in this world.
I am sorry that you are growing up in a world without secrets. Every accomplishment may be shared with strangers. Every mistake. Every embarrassment. The private learning curve previous generations had the privilege of enjoying is gone. Your life must be treated more as an open book and treated with caution as such.
Closely tied to no secrets…
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The political fallout regarding the republican President Donald Trump’s May 2017 trip to Saudi Arabia is the perfect example of how his lack of knowledge and incompetence regarding middle east issues, where he is like the bull in a china store, has caused real harm to U.S. national security interests.
Within a month, on June 5th, after the president’s first trip to Saudi Arabia, its officials along with others from Egypt, Bahrain and the UAE, instituted their land and air blockade of the tiny, wealthy emirate of Qatar.
As per the 7/5/17 Guardian report by Patrick Wintour, “On June 22, 2017, they issued a 13-point list of demands – including ending support for the Muslim Brotherhood and closing broadcaster al-Jazeera – to end the standoff / blockade and gave Qatar 10 days to comply.”
“However, the Saudi-led coalition held back from an immediate escalation of the dispute by declining to impose…
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For the dverse quadrille prompt. The theme is ‘storm’.
Sky is hushed, still,
filled with heat haze,
days when no winds blow,
no breath of breeze,
trees hang limp-leafed, birdless,
wordless songs from the river
shiver in the restless light.
Bright sun sinks in the west—
best close the door,
for storm’s coming.
Thought I’d share this lovely blog from a lovely woman.
Engrossing! Thought I’d share. A re-blog.
This morning, as I was drinking a cup of coffee, a day after my 43rd birthday, I felt a convulsive scattering across the roof of my mouth.
I choked. And spit.
I looked down and saw the bug lying upside down in the light brown liquid, its legs kicking profusely.
I stared at it.
I knew what it was. And I knew where it came from.
The bugs had been with me for as long as I could remember. They are part of my life. I don’t like it, they just are.
At first I was afraid of them. Disgusted. I could feel them crawling over the surface of my hippocampus and through the channels of my amygdala.
I used to scratch my forehead incessantly because I could feel something crawling under my skin, beneath my skull. Like something had burrowed into my nasal passages at night and…
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