I wanted to break away from blogging for a while to enjoy the weather but I wasn’t expecting damaging winds and a drop in temps into the low twenties over the weekend! So I spent most of my time indoors and drafted one post. Still want a break to soothe my bloodshot eyes.
Wind gusts of up to 50 mph almost rolled me into the pond while I tried to photograph a tiny damselfly. I couldn’t get close enough for a good photo but it was a very nice sign of spring. Yeah! (Click to enlarge)
A surprise was waiting for me when I awoke Saturday morning. One of the first things I do is scuffle over to the computer and check e-mail. The first message I read:
I wrote a post in September about the difficulty I have saying “Good-bye”. A simple, honest post that didn’t dwell on anything crazy or odd. At least I didn't think so...
Still yawning and trying to wake, I read that e-mail message three times, first grade style, to make sure I understood… Was this a joke? On this cold morning I held my robe close to me and scuffled into the kitchen wearing my L and R slippers to pour some juice, shaking my head in amazement and mumbling,
“Some people are simply sick. So, this is what you get for writing your heart out for everyone in the world to read. Alrighty then. I can take it.”
A few times during the past year, I’ve received challenging comments I deserved. Without any intended malice on my part, I’ve made some generalizations about lifestyles and certain dog breeds. My hands were slapped real good in the comments section. Those are comments I can appreciate – little eye openers, others’ differing opinions – they’re welcome here. And, recently, I received a comment with good intentions that I misinterpreted which made me unnecessarily fire back.
That heartless, ugly comment finally made me laugh and I dismissed it. But honestly, I thought about it a few times that day and reverted back to second guessing myself, a bad habit of mine. I know I’m not old, but am I crazy? No, but I’m slightly eccentric! After all, I have two-way conversations with my dogs and one-way conversations with birds, fish, butterflies, bugs, or anything else I’m smitten with. I cry or laugh easily and boy, how I love to rant. If I had the opportunity, this shorty would give a swift kick in the ass to the sadistic, miserable person who left that comment. Then, I might show some compassion towards the poor, pitiful soul from my kind heart, and wish him or her to be gifted with a Boston Terrier and a yard full of beautiful birds. Those two gifts would heal an injured soul.
Saturday's early surprise was offset by a much nicer surprise at the end of the day. It wasn’t until recently that I learned that Susan Gets Native does beautiful bead work. I love it. Thanks, Susan!
a return Visit
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