It's All About the Journey

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Didja Notice?

  • Russia influences US election
  • Police racial brutality and protests on the rise
  • Mass shootings
  • Tearing down southern rebel monument
  • Hurricanes in the south
  • Fires in the West
  • Sexual allegations in Hollywood and government

Do you wonder? What is the next catastrophe we will need to face?

All of this pushed by media. Now, I’m not saying these are not important. They are. But have you noticed how they are coming in waves? Maybe it’s lunar. The moon affecting the tide of humanity.

Just wondering…

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The Call of the Wild

I woke and lay there, my mind racing with my own thoughts.  Thoughts of my future, thoughts of the day to day routines, how am I going to… (fill in with next project, next decision to make).

As I laid there, waiting for the urge to stop thinking and focus on sleep again (it’s a counting backwards thing–you know…100…99…98…97…)  I heard the pack.  Yip-yip-yip…coyotes.  What was their cry and why?  Not just one or two.  A pack.

I am safe from these wild things.  I take precautions.  We are cool with each other, as long as we do not invade each other’s territory.  And sometimes that happens.

While their yips caused me a slight jolt of fear, I was reminded of nature and her wild ways.  Humans are at the top of the food chain.  We think, we reason, we build, we take over.  There is no room for nature, only humans.  We create, we live, we want the wild.  We tame the wild.  We build our cities, we build our houses and our factories, and our warehouses to store all of the wonderful things we have made, so we can sell/share it with others.

But nature can take over anytime she wants.  In our confidence as humans, we build things to last, for a little while, because we tend, now that we have the technology, to tear down and build more and better.  Then the hurricane flies.  The tornado winds swirl, the mosquito bites.  Humans worry and wonder how will they make it through this natural disaster?

Oh, but nature is so beautiful.  Wouldn’t it be nice to live here?  Yes, it would be good.  But you do have to live respectfully and naturally.  There are wild things in this world that need respect.

Carefully, let us tread.

 


The Tale of 3 Little Kittens

Cats.  Can you do it?  Can you truly invite them into your home as a guest?

No.  I’m afraid not.  You invite them to rule.  They dictate.  Even at a tiny age.  This is what we have endured and enjoyed for the last 3 weeks.

They were “dropping like flies” in the milking parlor.  Kittens mixed in with cows haven’t got much of a chance.  The cows are gentle, yes, but they are BIG.  And kittens tend to get lost outdoors.  So, as a last ditch effort, as we found, we brought into the house (even though forbidden by the farmer, the farmer brought them in)!

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This is Olive and Rambo.  There is always someone mewing!  Olive can be quite vocal.  And she talks in her throat quite a bit too, when not commanding.

We have learned to tiptoe so as to not wake them.  (I have dubbed them screaming meanies–they hear and they come running, they all start mewing and trying to climb upon you!  You hide in the bedroom, hoping they will fall asleep, and the last 3 nights, they have found us anyway, and climbed into the bed with us, I gave in, what can I say?)

Very smart, they took right to their facilities and have eaten quite well.  We spent time on the internet to try to figure it out, kitten milk vs. cow milk and digestive systems, etc.

Being so little, we have had to teach them to bathe.  They get bathed daily.  So far they don’t know that cats and kittens don’t like water.  And then they get a blow dry.

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They are front and center on love.

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Or waiting for it.

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They have warmed their way into our hearts!

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They all will have new homes today.  And we will have kitten liberation.

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But we will miss them, just a little bit!


Timing Can Be Everything

“To every time, there is a season…and a time…” (Ecclesiastes 3)

While I wait for my hard boiled eggs, I contemplate the timer.  Honestly, I have it set to go off every 2 minutes until it starts boiling.  Why, you ask?  Why don’t you just wait for the boil?  Have you ever sat and waited for a pot to boil?  Not the easy thing to do, in this day of instant answers.

So, why do I do it?  Because I have forgotten.  I have boiled things dry.  I have ruined my Welsh pot by letting it boil dry (so sad).   I have walked out the door and left the electric coffee pot on, because the green light (that states “ready”) has burned out.  It still perks great coffee, but I came home yesterday to find that it hadn’t been unplugged.  Hey, no little green light, everyone thinks it’s off.

I use cast iron cookware.  The first “teflon” created, I love using this stuff!  But it needs care.  I set it on the stove, freshly washed, and turn on the burner to dry it (or it will rust).  Hoo boy!  Here we go again.  I walked away for about an hour and did not remember it was on because I did not set the timer as a reminder.

Yes, timing can be everything.  I could go on and on.  Waking up in the middle of the night and never getting back to sleep because my timing is “off.”  A discussion with my daughter revealed that “time passes quickly.”  Wow!  You’re not kidding!  Here I am at 61 and it’s going faster and faster!

Take advantage of the hyphen — your life.  Even if you have to set the timer.  It does keep you moving, it does keep you safe.


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Stuck in the 60s Tonight

I got stuck in the 60s tonight. I watched one of my favorites: The Newlywed Game. All of them. On YouTube. I admired the bride’s hair: the big beehive ‘do. The mascara and eye shadow. The California lifestyle.

Do you remember that game? We would play it by the hour. You’d draw a chart, naming your choices of places to live, boys’ names (to marry), a car to drive and a career. I cannot remember the counting formula, perhaps one of my readers can. Anyway, count away and you’d find your destiny.

I think I always had choices of California, Florida, or … I don’t remember having any other! Maybe I chose Hawaii. But certainly not my home town.

I’m not sure of his profession, but it was the man’s profession, for sure.

I do not remember the rest. I’m sure a color and a car were significant.

I will always remember how I thought the best place in the world had to be California. I was definitely a California girl. In my dreams.

I’m 61. My dreams have changed. Oh sure, I have visited California. A Californian friend even stated that there is no other place in the world to live! But I do admit, i love my small village I returned to, I love my farm and I love (even more) my farmer, who makes life worthwhile and every day a priceless treasure! (Thank you, Ross).

Still, there is a little girl…and her little girl dreams….