She arrived at our door late the night after New Year’s Eve, with one of the residents who’d come up with friends from the city to celebrate. When first I spied them, it was her frosted golden face I saw, eyes with a look of a bit of panic, and to her right our friend. We let them in, and he proceeded to tell us … Continue reading My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu
They reach right in and grab your heart in their tinsy little paws, naughty love bites to cement the deal, and the wee vixen pulls at the strings. It just came to me, you know, we are a pack, Pika Daemon Ninja Weasel and The Old Golden One named Irish and I. Case in point, when a couple days ago the wee one got a … Continue reading Politics, Professionalism, The Puppy, And Poop
You know, over the years I find I have become rather adept at acknowledging when that feeling, that sense of foreboding, knowing the cycle is setting to shift into a downward spiral, learned when I needed a nudge up. Recognizing that all the hard work of months and months, and over the years, the crafting, sculpting, discovering, chiselling away at the scale of past disappointments, … Continue reading So I Be Chillin’ With A Wee Beastie, Watching It Blow By Without Me
Such it is with puppies, they come in and nuzzle your world with their puppy dog eyes and unconditional joy. Watching her adoringly shadow the ol’Golden One, eating with the big dog, watching in awe as these two find their way, one at the beginning, and one at the end. Irish’s now cloudy old eyes look happier than they have in months, and her patience … Continue reading Teaching The New Dog An Old Dogs Tricks
When I was growing up our family dog was named Jinx. Up until then the only poochie we had known was dear old Goober, who was a Weimaraner, often referred to as the “silver ghost” of dogs. Though, Goober did not acquire the sleek profile of his breed, as he had a rather more lumbering goofy profile, and so his beauty rested in his gentle … Continue reading For To Smile Tis Why, Day By Day
for if not for fallwatching trees reveal themselveswould truth set me free Continue reading autumn is
Recently I muted Trump on twitter. Now whenever there is a tweet that quotes his tweet, I see a lovely banner reading “this tweet is unavailable”… awwwweee. The awesome sense of just a bit of control, of not having to see his ridiculous words, I mean, seriously, what could I possibly be missing? Nothing good comes from any of his words. But, not that easy … Continue reading How To Mute The Trolls Of Chaos
Last night the moron and chief was somehow convinced to attend a UFC match at Madison Square Gardens, and again, my twitter feed was filled with more booing towards arguably the most despised president in U.S. history. I didn’t watch any of them until this morning, but I take some satisfaction at watching the worst president in U.S. history getting his due, with a resounding … Continue reading A Little Rain On The Parade Of Boos
It’s a hot summer day in the late 70s and my cousin and I are sitting on Great Grandma’s front porch, old tobacco barns lining the fields behind the house. Off that dusty old dirt road that ran by her house, the driveway circles in and around this big ol’Maple tree that we had tied a yellow ribbon round, singin’ “it’s been 3 long years, … Continue reading I Won’t Say I Told You So, As I Watch Him Reap What He Has Sown; Or, Maybe I Will
u reap what you sow”, I often heard from my other Grandma, my Canadian one. For her, how you treated others was a defining truth, a test of one’s character, and showed to you what lay at their core. Continue reading Memories Of Honour In A Time Of Greed
You know, I’m old enough to remember when the president of the United States didn’t act like a friggin mob boss. Continue reading Playing For The Cheap Seats, And Other Skulduggery
With the Canadian election over, done and dusted, Trudeau won, and the U.S. election off on the horizon, impeachment looming, scandal after scandal, and the nest of criminals and con artists Trump has surrounded himself with being exposed, maybe I’m a bit tired of that whole mess. Perhaps time for reflection, tis that time of year, for me. Conscious allowing is as simple as creating … Continue reading Conscious Allowing, Or How I Learned To Live Alone
The very roots of America lie in revolution, pushing off the yoke of monarchy and aristocracy. Revolutions of ideas and ideals, fought for and hard won, not by committee but by blood. Arrogant, sure of itself, proud, free, spreading the gospel of democracy around the world. But, then something shifted. With the magnificent success of puppet in chief, the profits from Putin’s promises deposited, awaiting … Continue reading Impeaching We Will Go, Impeaching We Will Go, Hi Ho, Democracy, Impeaching We Will Go
by PaulaB 