I have a bit of time before my appointment this morning, so thought I’d at least start today’s post. I must say I am so thankful for all the positive and loving comments. It means so much to me.
There are always those who cannot look outside their tiny sphere. They do not seem to understand that judgment is a sin against humanity.
There’s nothing wrong with being different. It is written into our DNA and our experiences.
To me the wrong is with the people who cannot accept that their way isn’t the only way.
Charlie, as with all animals, does not care what I believe or what I ascribe to. He only cares that I love him. If only mankind could adopt that loving an attitude.
Regarding the plastic bags that worried you, I took the bags to the dumpster yesterday, so don’t worry about Ivy. I watched her the entire time and when I thought she’d had enough time to play and explore the plastic bags, I took them out to the trash.
Yesterday while I was watching “Fall” on Netflix Ivy was behind my chair. She had reached up to the shelf in the table next to my chair and managed to pull down a notebook I keep there.
She had the greatest time ripping the first pages into pieces. She likes to take a piece of the paper in her mouth and slowly r-i-p the paper. Maybe she likes the sound. When it’s in tiny pieces, she walks away and leaves it to me to clean up.
The other day she took odd things she found around the apartment into the bath tub. That tub is the repository of all things Ivy finds intriguing.
I don’t want to stifle Ivy’s curiosity, but I will keep her safe.
My little (well, not so little) Nosy Nellie.
I had forgotten to tell you that the other night I couldn’t get Charlie to come in and upon closer examination saw a possum on the fence.
It was a smaller possum than the one that stayed around for days. I haven’t seen it again. But it had Charlie running up and down the fence with excitement. I’m so glad he can still run on the patio.
The stress of trying to keep him happy and comfortable and well is why I’ve been looking for ways to find calm and relaxation for myself. That and the world news that is so discouraging.
It actually took me emailing a longtime reader for me to figure out all the hullabaloo and negativity over the tranquil space I’m creating. I didn’t know the religious implications, if you want to call it that.
For me it was just a way to decorate and focus on things that make me happy. I had no idea that others would find it threatening in some way.
Isn’t that often the way of the world? Casting blame and judgment when they have no idea what someone’s intentions are.
What harm can come from creating a peaceful place to relax?
I distrust people who cast stones.