Seaside pictures are what I love totally, regardless of weather.
It is raining again and getting windy. Good weather for walking with Kasia and working my prayers for my buds who need them, including us too. Any port in a storm,as the saying goes.
On the other hand, my Christmas cactus has rebloomed ,and along with a pointsetta, my front bay window is cheery, regardless of weather.
So it’s out we go for our walk, and we’ll be working our beads in the wind..
Hold a good thought for someone, or even say a prayer:you never know who needs it.
What happened in Texas last year? Is each hurricane coming up the pike going to be the storm of a lifetime? Is this just a fact of climate change that many folks like to sweep under the rug? I don’t know.
The weather channel seems to be posting a lot of press conferences, warning people in the Carolinas to leave. This speaks to me, as I live a few blocks from a bay of water. I don’t even want to think of what people are going through.
Here are some Gerber daisies I cut to bring some color in during the rain.
My prayers are with those who are in storm’s way, and for safety for all.
Tonight, I am watching a documentary on HLN network by the Naudain brothers. It is on 9/11. It wasn’t intentionally the subject of the film : in fact it was supposed to be about the life of a rookie firefighter.
I have seen this film by Jules and Gideon Naudet two prior times. Each time I see it, my eyes are opened to another aspect about what happened sixteen years ago. I remember being in my office and passing a computer screen showing one of the planes hitting the first building of the World Trade Centers and thinking it was photoshopped. Watching this documentary, I appreciated the poor people on the street who saw it, along with people trying to leave the area and how frightening it was. I thought I was afraid being downtown trying to get home, and here were people jumping to their deaths from the buildings. Tragic!
This film also made me respect, even more than I had, the first responders. They show the firemen they had interviewed, and who died afterward, due to cancer they contracted at the World Trade Center site.
Tonight, as before, I’ll pray for those who passed away, those injured, and all those who lives were touched by this event. It also brings to the front of my consciousness this quote:
“Those who do not read history are doomed to repeat it.” – George Santayana
We were spoiled down here at Undisclosed Location with some nice weather for a while last week. In saying that, I mean, no big coats, gloves, scarves, and I was quite happy taking the girls out with a baseball hat.
I had leggings under sweatpants, a long sleeve tee under a polar fleece jacket, a vest under a coat, and you know what? The wind really was nasty. My neighbor’s theory that the weather changed too quick probably puts some teeth to the fact that I seem to have picked up a gastro bug. Good mom that I am, I went out twice and got the girls out and together we walked almost a mile and one half. Damn, it was cold.
The good part about the cold was the solitude down here and it soothes the soul.I managed to work prayers for good friends of ours going through a health crisis. By the time I was just about home, we were almost done.
They take care of me mentally as much as I take care of them physically and emotionally. It’s a win-win for all three of us.
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.”
It’s the scary time of the year, and I am not referring to Halloween.
As I type this, Governor Rick Scott of Florida is issuing an update on Hurricane Matthew, including housing, mandatory evacuations, traffic, gauging, …I could go on and on.I am working my prayers for all concerned down there,as I can’t even fathom what is going on there.
In the meanwhile, things are kind of quiet here** knock wood**.
You can tell it’s October because I managed two things.
I managed to get Kasia and Zush to both sit for a picture with the pumpkin.
I also managed to get my mums.
Stay safe where ever you are!
I called today for an appointment at the vet for Zush: I requested her vet, who is the lead vet at the practice.
He can see her Wednesday afternoon. So we wait, trying to keep my girl comfortable and short as possible walks, and praying we’ll be ok.
Big day tomorrow.
I get to tango yet again with state government tomorrow.
Any prayers or good mojo you can put out there for me tomorrow would be greatly appreciated. It gets a little frustrating,getting letters in the mail informing you that yet again, you are on the state’s dance card.
Hopefully, prayers will be answered.
We went to the vet today with Zush and her follow up sample for testing.
It makes me hate the Internet.
The vet tells me that Zusher might have Cushings disease.Naturally I come home, go on line, and my heart sinks. Seriously I know dogs don’t live forever. I know that. Is it too much just to want her to go out under her own steam.There’s a list of diagnostic symptoms-maybe 10 tops. Zush has two of them.
Every time I walk the girls I pray.I pray for everyone who asks me to keep them and their families in my prayers. I only hope Zush gets a good result.
As much as I love October, there are some strong memories tied into the month that are now under the realm of being bittersweet.
My oldest brother turned 68 this past Sunday.My brother in the city turns 65 this Saturday, and my Dad would have been 95 on the next day.
The thought brings a lump in my throat, as things can never be as they once were. My Mom would be in the kitchen,making her 1-2-3-4 cake, We all gathered around the dining room table and sang in Polish and English Happy Birthday. We would have pumpkins in the house and mums all through the house.
All I can do now is pray for Daddy in heaven on his birthday and send cards to my brothers,
And finally I wrap up in my heart the memories of those good times, and how blessed I was to be there for them.
If you remember from a prior post, our friends lost their gal, Lola, to kidney failure.
Now, all of a sudden, my Zush is “slightly damp” on her butt, so it goes without saying, we have a vet appointment tomorrow afternoon. I even managed the required pee sample to bring with us.
Here’s a shot of Zush going along to run after squirrels with Kasia.
Prayers and good vibes for my gal greatly appreciated!💜😘mm m
It has not been a good week.
Found out a friend of mine who was 2 years older passed away suddenly last week. I saw her at the beginning of the month and she was in a helluva better shape than I am in.
The coughing got a little quiet but not much, as both Jim and I are fighting it and it makes for the wrong kind of melodies going on in our house.
A good friend of mine is scheduled for pancreatic cancer surgery on Monday and I know the odds…
and to top it all I am missing my Mom a lot..
It goes without saying it is Holy Week and the Easter Tridium, and my prayers are going overtime on so many levels.
The hard part is I remember the line from the movie “Rudy”…” Man asks for God to answer prayers, and God does, in God’s time.”
Spending Sunday watching the weather channel and seeing the preparations for Tropical Storm Isaac, which is hitting Florida as I type this.
I remember the preparations for Hurricane Katrina. It is mind-boggling, watching the change in the weather and the extreme swings possible. You can only feel for the people in New Orleans, as I see on the weather station are in an alert status. Can those folks be going through issues thinking back to Katrina? I know if I had gone through it and survived, I’d probably be a basket case.
Sending my prayers up so everyone comes through this dance with Isaac as unscathed as possible.
That’s my Mom giving you the eye, er, rather, that is her normal trying to wake up pose post stroke.
We are asking for prayers this morning.
That’s all…just prayers.