Patches had come into our home last year as a little puppy, right after she and her siblings had been rescued. She bonded instantly with our big dogs, they took her in and accepted her as part of our family.
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TORONTO — One frigid day in February, Kerry McLorg drove to an airport hotel here to pick up a family of Syrian refugees. She was cautious by nature, with a job poring over insurance data, but she had never even spoken to the people who were about to move into her basement.
“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest; Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.”
― Robert W. Service
I walked back to my seat and heard some guys behind me whistling. I had just been in the ladies room, had checked on my makeup and hair and I felt good about myself. That new, long skirt looked good on me, I was glad I had spend that money.
When I was a little girl, I was sitting in our old apple tree. There, high up in the branches, hidden from the world I felt safe and my little world was at peace.
I wear eyeglasses and I wear them with pride. I have many different frames and different lenses, some of them sit visibly on my nose –or hang around my neck- and help me see things a little clearer, while others are invisible to people around me.
Our oldest dog The Boss, a Labrador-pit bull mix, was barking up a storm outside, what is very unusual.
If there is more than this
If there is another life
Then watch out for me
Dear Procrastination,
It’s not that I don’t like you, I actually do. You have been with me all my life and I got used to you, you were always around.
We did last minute homework in the bathroom before school and we pulled all-night shifts when I got older. I always loved our little Deadline game, when we circled around my project for days until we finally found the perfect “last minute,” to start on it. There is no denying, you have kept me on my toes and you have kept me in shape.
I think we all get an invisible backpack when we are born. At first we just carry it around empty, but then -just after a short while- we start to fill it up.
We fill it up with memories, experiences and feelings – all of it- the good and the bad. Over time the backpack gets heavier and weighs us downs. Then it’s time for a break, it’s time to sit down and look at our inventory.