Hoping to Hang In

My Zush is laying with me as I sit here watching “All The President’s Men”. I guess, like her two legged mother, she was a history major in a prior life…. lol

I am hoping that Zush keeps hanging in with me. There are times that she’ll look over at me, and I look back, and I think we both feel the same. We are feeling pain, but we both go slower, as if we know we are savoring what time we have together.I keep storming heaven with my prayers.We are hoping for another year together, and are thankful for each day together.It makes 2017 a dream for a fur Mom, her bestie and her pup sister. 

“One day at a time.”


Once a History Major…

It has been often quoted that those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. I think Santayana had it right.

I am home with an aching back, trying to take it easy, and I find myself drawn to the Smithsonian channel.I know my husband thinks it’s kind of morose, but I am one of those people who remember where I was when something happened.It started tonight with the Lockerbie Bombing in 1988, which occurred over Scotland the day before my birthday. Now they just did Charlie Hebdo bombing in Paris this past January. Now they are up to 9/11, when I so graphically remember being down town, how would I safely get home, and are my loved ones safe.

It is something that is bittersweet, I would agree.But, even more, it makes me put prayers up for our world.