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It’s us and our expectations who make all the fuzz, time itself passes quietly, from day to night, day in and day out. Weeks and months depart, and then the old year tries to leave at midnight when we are supposed to sleep, but we don’t let it. We stay up, watch it leave, kick it in the rare, tell it to go away, and never come back. Another bad year, like so many before. We expected more, we deserve better. “Go away old year, I will forget you.”
What? Be grateful for negative things? Seriously? What’s the point of this nonsense?
No, I’m serious.
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Last night, I ate a chocolate-covered pomegranate and I couldn’t help but think about the man who showed me how to enjoy life’s sweet treats, so many years ago. This prompt is perfect to finally pay homage to a man who has been so dear to me.
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From an early age on, like every other little girl, I was doomed to help with the dishes. While my grandma washed them, I stood beside her, toweled the plates and cups dry, and made sure that the old silverware and the glasses were spotless and shiny.
If you can read these lines, then you have the incredible pleasure of existing, and you have the privilege to enjoy living on this beautiful planet. The few billion years before that, unfortunately, you were absent. There wasn’t even our fantastic earth and as far as the remaining eons are concerned, life most likely will continue without you.
“Don’t ever smoke,” that was the warning I got from my doctor when I was just a little girl. He had come on a house visit to our farm, I had been sent home sick with bronchitis -again. Ever since I can remember, I came down with a severe upper respiratory infection and/or bronchitis at least once a year. Three times that I know off, it turned into pneumonia.
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?
Yes, I own a wolf. He too is a rescue, had been left behind in an empty office when I found the poor thing. Our dogs accepted him surprisingly well.