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Hi Mary.  No one else IS reading this but you so I am writing to you.  I had forgotten I was on my WP bloggie when I commented on your bloggie and then I found you had a WP one as well.  All my blogs from Microsoft Live Spaces are on here,  imported by them as a very kind gesture when they closed Live Spaces.

Those of us who were on it so long miss it still along with the dear friends we made there. Sone of us meet on a closed group on Face Book. I don’t blame them, MSN,  for closing Live Spaces that they kindly provided for free, as they were tying to make it more like Twitter– which was new at that time, Too many of the people who used that blogging format which MSN Live Spaces provided for us to create and maintain blogs,  spent too much time sending the developers horrible nasty vindictive emails full of invective and cursing.  The emails were public.  I guess after years of nothing but filthiness and invective they decided who needs it?

Anyway, I’m with you on not wanting to see dead animals whether hunted legally or not.  Nor do I want to see abuse and so on.  So we see the same side of things there.

xxoo I’ll be back TOO!  🙂


No one is reading this so it doesn’t matter I suppose that I take so long to write here. 🙂

Anyway, here it is July and it got here as quickly as I always say it will. New Years Day happens and turn around one and blink your eyes and it’s July. Do the same again…maybe blink twice and it’s Christmas. Time passes so quickly. There is an explanation if you will as to why time seems to pass so quickly (or perhaps it does in fact pass quickly) and the book is entitled “Future Shock” by Alvin Toffler. It was written somewhere in the 70’s. I certainly made an impression on me!

Meanwhile, here I am, laboring away at this unseen bloggie. If you happen by, a great good day to you.


Happy Valentine’s Day my friends who happen to see this.  It is very happy for us in our family as the son who has been so ill these three years was pronounced free of anything harmful as off his CT scan he had Monday.  We are joyful.  And thankful.


The New Left

The New Left
Left is the new right, Or, right is the new left. What do I mean? Well, I have mentioned it before in MSN Spaces days.

I mean the people,just moseying’ on along are largely in the so-called passing lane or for my purposes here, the left lane. Those who wish to pass the 10 or so MPH under the speed limit motorists must needs pass on the right which is against the law. Remember the old “no passing on the right” dealio that we learned among other things when we got our drivers license? Well, for the past fifteen years or so if you want to pass, it’s largely going to be on the right.

Why in the world would a fella or lady wanna be in the passing lane if they ain’t passing or speeding? (not that I mean all who go in the left lane should speed. It was a figure of speech pertinent to what I am saying here).

And then, there are the SUV’s who have become a sentient being all on their own as a group. The group of them throughout the Land I mean. They love to feel the love by nestling up against your rear bumper, gently (ahem) urging you to go faster and faster or at get you to least levitate so they can go under or around you. Traffic conditions are not to be a hindrance to you getting out of their way. Yup.

If it’s a two way entrance or exit somewhere and you have a gigantic SUV, yes, indeed, please DO ride down the middle of it leaving the pitiful compact car no where to go and oh! glare down at the pitiful being who’s driving the wee car and forcing you to possibly accommodate by moving over. How rude of the compact car owner. No manners or sense of whose right, those little people.

Observations from here. Do *I* drive in the left lane as a habit. No. Do I crowd folks and glower when I am behind the wheel of my little Toyota? Nope. Just sayin’. Happy Drivin’
I’m riding double with Katie from now on. I’m sure she’s safe.

Fried Chicken

I fried a buncha chicken drumsticks for supper.  My oldest is here over night.  And this time I left the skin on and fried them in…gasp…oil! I dredged them in flour first.  Had some green beans and cheesy noodles too.  I almost made gravy.  You need chicken drippings in grease in the pan to make a proper cream gravy.  I drew the line and didn’t but I sure wanted to.

Got to set the alarm for earlier tomorrow instead of rising with the Katie alarm.  Four or three perhaps soft taps to the face will do the trick.  When I get home from the Big City I need to take my taxes in.

She and I, Miss Katie Isabella, Cat Extraordinaire will head in to the bed here in about fifteen minutes.  Just checking in on you.

Sleep well if you too are going to bed about now and I will see you tomorrow when we get up and do what we are supposed to do.




It’s worth it when you are absolutely suffused with peace for however long that peace is granted to you. It’s worth it when you hear the sound of an airplane above, a single engine plane, and smile. (My used- to- be- hobby till I had children. Then work got very much in the way.)

It’s worth it when the sun is brilliant in the sky and the blue of the sky reminds you of eating a little oblong shaped lemon pie for lunch dessert so long ago in school. Gazing out of the classroom window at the deep blue sky waiting for the teacher to tell us it was lunch time was torture when you were hungry AND had a TastyCake brand TastyPie lemon pie in your lunch bag. Oh, the mouthwatering wait. Those pies of dreams were made in Philly. My favorite pie except for the blueberry TastyPie. I used to beg Daddy to get them for me.

Getting up is worth it when you sleep well enough that when your eyes open, you greet your room with a smile and that means you feel alright and that you are grateful for the safe passage through the night. It’s worth it when you walk through the quiet and ordered stillness of your home, making your way to the kitchen to feed your pet who is patiently waiting. And then, it’s worth it when you smell the coffee brewing.

It’s worth it to walk easily and swiftly throughout your home attending chores and that work done with a smile. The smile is because it’s a privilege to have a home and the means to maintain it.

It’s worth it when you drive past the elementary school and in the distance the children are on the playground shouting and playing. That is music to me. And it’s worth it to smell the freshness of the air on setting foot outside first thing on the way to work out.

That small drift of aroma that is fresh roasted peanuts that appears somehow and someway through your car window when you are lucky. The smell of fresh tar and asphalt too as it brings strong memories.

It’s worth it, that getting up in the morning when you are out in the quiet of a hot and summer scented wildflower meadow. Or on a fresh smelling slightly damp dirt road winding through the woods with green perfume all around you to absolutely get joyful about. And it’s worth it to hear bird wings and bees buzzing, and to look upward and see the leaves beautiful greens almost appearing to be etched onto the blue of the sky.

These are some things that make it worth it to me to get out of bed. Each person has their own personal ingrained list and I would love to read what yours is.

Seriously Siri

I likely should not, but I am going to tell one on me.

I had just learned something about the new location of my workout center and on my way home, wanted to tell it to a good friend. So (and no lectures please) I whipped out my iPhone and pressed the instant on to Siri button. All I had to do was say “send message to——-” When she asked what did I want to say, I started my message. I got one sentence in. I said “Carolyn, you were right……” and Siri said “Do you want me to send it?” I said No. I started again. I pressed the instant to Siri button again (you can do this from the lock screen) and said the same thing. “Send message to Carolyn.” Again, I got about one sentence into it when Siri said “Do you want me to send it?” I said “NO” emphatically! I pressed the button again. I started saying the same thing when I got into my message. I got as far as one sentence, perhaps a word or so after that as well and no surprise…. “Shall I send it?” “NO” shouted I.

She and I went through that two more times and finally after she asked if she should send it on the sixth and last time!!!!! I said loudly in frustration “What in the @$%* is the MATTER with you????” No, that was not nice language of me. It was the H-E-Double Hockey sticks word. Do you know my friends, she answered and said to me “I try to look on the bright side of things”. Gotta laugh. I was still laughing when I got to my destination. A fight with Siri. Good grief!

A taste of Summer to come.  I took it last year.

A taste of Summer to come. I took it last year.

Monday and Lots to Do

I have the pleasure of a new FitBit. I was going to buy one today but when I mentioned it to one of my sons, he said he was not using his and he would change its ownership and let me have his. I really appreciate it too. Tomorrow I will go work out so I am bustin’ to see how much it said I did for burning calories.

This one can attach to your upper undergarment! 🙂 or lays in a pocket, clips to your belt. It has a VERY strong grip and won’t fall off. Tonight, I get to tell it when I am ready to sleep and it will monitor that and in the morning it will tell me when I slept, when I tossed and turned (hear that, Katie???) and the duration of it all. I have to tell it I am going to sleep and I tell it when I wake. That’s easy. You wear a soft wide wrap on your wrist and slip the monitor down in its little cubby and it does its job through the night. Missy here trots up and poke me three times on the mouth with her front paw and then bats the one lonely roller I have that I keep in my bangs to keep the hair off my face. And she does that at 0610 so that is when I will tell the FitBit that I am up. Drives me crazy when she bats at my roller!

Almost Mother’s Day

I believe I am headed over the mountains to my son’s home for Mother’s Day.  It has been too long since I made the trip due to circumstances here.  But this time I get to go.  I will have  another Mother’s day  the text weekend with the other two sons here.  Anyone who knows me knows I love my sons more than anyone or any thing.

My pet, Katie is suffering an unusual reaction to the new-to-her allergy shot a week ago last Tuesday.  She is a bit agitated and will not have anything to do with her usual blankets, beds, human or hers, and will just sleep on the floor.  She won’t hardly sit on me and when she does, only for a few minutes. She only slept with me last night. That’s progress though. I hope she comes back to her usual very loving personality. No more of THAT medicine!

I have a sitter for her Friday night, 2 times on Saturday and maybe twice on Sunday if I am late getting home.

Looks like rain while there..and on the way to and back.  I hate when that happens.

Things have been very unpleasant for just several reasons but the worst of those is now over.  It was not me in that case, it was another family member.  As for me, I have had a few issues that are working  through to the end of them, I hope!  🙂

Just saying hello and I hope you are all well my friends.   I took this last May for Mother’s Day.  xox




The So-Called Flip Side

Many of us are pet owners.  Sometimes we are called pet parents and I think that happens when love for the pet is obvious and good care is taken for their welfare.  Katie my cat has a blog and it is very easy to see she is loved and cared for.  I am comfortable expressing that in the Cat Blogosphere, as there are many just like me.

That is the prelude. Here comes the point.

The flip side then is the very real love one develops toward pets and other animals.   That love happens because the pet loves us so much.  As has been written thousands of times, that love really IS unconditional.  When you are kind to them they look for that kindness each day. When they feel safe and loved, that is the turning point to unconditional love from them to us.  What a pure love.  They don’t care or note our appearance or what our clothing or what ours and their home looks like.  That home can be a street corner with their person.  The owner and animal are just as loved by one another.

The second part of my point is that love we have for our pet many times extends to other pets, even if  we only see them on the Internet in the form of a blog or on Facebook.  That leaves us achingly vulnerable to the inhuman acts perpetrated on these blameless innocents of whom we are charged to be stewards.  If their innocent little face or body and their story is thrust on us all unknowing, many of we pet parents/owners suffer terribly.  We retain the picture of inhuman cruelty in our minds forever, seeing it again and again no matter how we try to “erase” it.  If we find we have read a description by the usually well meaning person— that description remains  in our memory forever.  An exquisitely painful memory.

These well meaning persons posting these extreme pictures are “preaching to the choir” most often.  Those of us who see it are rarely the guilty ones who have become devilish monsters. (Yes, monsters, as that is what they are, those who do these horrendous things).  We who see the postings are the loving ones, the ones who rescue.  So are the ones who post these things.  I wish they would not show us the intense suffering as that only crushes those of us who happen on it before they can stop looking.  We do all we can to rescue and love all animals and birds we come across and we volunteer.  We give our money.  Those monsters who MAY see such postings revel in it.  It does no good to my way of thinking.  Please just rally people to try to have punishment at the civil level for the perpetrators and to support in ways that are doable.

Just my thought on the matter in the form of a blog.  I have tears in the backs of my eyes as I write because I just ran across one of those pictures posted by a dear friend.  I can’t bear it.